For the memory of Edo, Nanami could not find a place of pain or joy, and before the great change in the Asakura family, the most prosperous city in Japan at that time gave Nanami a vague feeling.

She couldn't understand the reason why people laughed, and they all said that every three years was estranged, and she didn't know how much she was separated from the world.

Qishi is unhappy, the world after crossing can't give her happy feelings, she is surrounded by boredom and pain, and what's even more sad is that she doesn't even have the ability to break this dead end, not in the past, and still doesn't.

Doesn't she always drift with the tide of fate?

Wherever fate tells her to go, she goes.

Only this decision to return to Edo was her own decision, there was no Asakura Hayato, no Kiyojuro Hikoko, it was Nanami who decided to follow Okita Soji herself.

She didn't know what she was going to do when she got to Edo.

Can she really retrieve her mother's relics?

In fact, she can't get it, because she is afraid of being caught, as long as there is the slightest danger, Qishi will do her best to avoid it, it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid harm, let alone run to a dead end.

"Qishi, it's here, let's go." Okita reminded Nanami Asakura.

"Oh, that, Director-General." Nanami smiled embarrassedly and said, "I have a place I want to visit, so let's meet at the Guardian Pavilion then." ”

After speaking, he didn't listen to what Okita Soji said and left in a hurry.

"Uh, Nanami ......" The young man scratched his head in embarrassment, he wondered in his heart, did Nanami really know where the trial hall was? Before he could tell her, he ran away as fast as he could.

"Forget it, she must have found it herself." The head office of Okita set up a carriage to purchase things and headed in the direction of the market.

Edo is still Edo, even though it has suffered great changes, but the city is still prosperous in its bones, it is destined not to be completely lonely, just like Beiping in China, no matter how many wounds history has left on it, but it will eventually stand up, has become a capital should have the posture, become the thoughts of the people of the whole country.

In today's Edo, the Tokyo of the future, the people who live here don't say anything, but the pride is deeply engraved in their hearts, even if it declines.

Nanami walked through the pedestrians towards the courtyard of the Asakura family, trotting to walking, anxious to calm, and the calmness of the love was faster than she imagined, until she saw the familiar two Chinese characters of Asakura again, Nanami's heart stirred up again, pretending to pass by, and after observing around and finding that there were no suspicious people, Asakura Nanami sneaked into the courtyard along the tree by the wall.

After exercising, the control of the body is also easy, and with little effort, this rough dive is completed.

“……”

Familiar things are covered in dust, houses that no longer live in decay very quickly, furniture that was destroyed in the siege that night, paintings that have fallen down, etc., have not been restored and are left in place, in this seemingly isolated silence to show the tragedy that has happened.

"It's been more than a year."

She didn't really have much expectation, how many things could the Asakura family leave behind after that tragedy?

I'm afraid it would have been robbed and destroyed long ago.

Walking slowly towards his parents' room, Nanami opened the door to the room.

"It hasn't changed."

The beds and bedding are the same as before.

She remembered that her mother had always separated the clothes she was using from the old clothes that had not fit, and the old ones were reluctant to throw away, Qishi did not understand the birth of her mother, this beautiful woman was frugal and introverted, she was like a clear spring in the mountains, not eye-catching, but beautiful enough, people would be moved by an occasional glance, thinking that her existence was very meaningful, and she was good there.

"Mother."

Mother, mother, mother.

The woman who traded her life for the life of her daughter's husband, the woman who has always been soft in the eyes of Nanami, the toughest resistance in her life is the sentence "Go away" to Nanami and Falato.

The meaning of survival in troubled times, a thousand people, there are a thousand changes, Asakura Hayato, Nanami's mother Asakura Tsubasa, they all handed in satisfactory answers for themselves.

Next, it's up to her, Nanami Asakura's answer.

I cried, Nanami cried.

Tears again, tears for the pain of the past.

There were not many of my mother's clothes left, and I am afraid that the expensive clothes had long since been taken away by the soldiers of the shogunate and exchanged for coins.

In the dusty wooden box, she found the clothes left by her mother, when she was a child, when she was a girl, when she was a woman, she didn't understand what she was doing, she had been rejecting women's clothes, and she was also respectful of the kimono.

But, it's beautiful.

The clothes are very beautiful, and the seven realities are also very beautiful, the strong seven realities have the unyielding of men, and the soft seven realities have the elegance of women, flowers, and the rising sun, which is so beautiful that it is suffocating.

"Next, there's one more thing to take."

There is a secret passage in Hayato's room, no one knows about its existence, and only Hayato has seen him open it a few times when he was alive, and she entered the secret passage with her own memory.

The shogunate didn't find out about it, perhaps because of the only little fear of the Asakura family, so they didn't search the room carefully.

Nanami descended the stone steps to a stone chamber where the heads of the Asakura family had been enshrined.

On the side of the wall, there is a saber of the previous masters of the Asakura family, and that night it was also because of too much nervousness, and this ancient sword that was handed down with the musket technology of the Asakura family was left in the depths of this house

Unlike ordinary Japanese swords, the back of this blade is sharpened, and the full-edged knife is its name, and it is said that it is a famous knife that can cut through Asakai. Such a famous knife, without more than a year of maintenance, is inevitably bleak.

Nanami took off the knife, and she would take it with her.

Returning to the room, closing the dark room, she was ready to leave.

"Monster, monster!!"

Qishi heard the shouts of the strange man behind her, and she immediately reacted that there were still others here.

Drawing the knife and turning, Nanami rushed out, and before the man could react, the blade was on his neck.

"Stop, stop, stop!! I'm not a thief! The man panicked.

Nanami was frightened, her reaction just now was completely subconscious, so fast that even she began to wonder if such a speed was something she could reach, probably because she thought that the person who came was a person from the shogunate, Nanami's sword in order to save her life did exceed her own boundary, and after a moment, she found that her feet ached faintly.

Fortunately, Gu Qing Shiro Shiro is not here, Qishi's footwork just now is very similar to the footwork that circulates in the Flying Sword Stream, if Gu Qing Shiro knows that Qishi just grabbed the threshold from his few shots, I'm afraid he will also be frightened by Qishi's talent.

"Thief?"

"Who is the thief? You are! "With a knife around his neck, and in the face of a child like Qishi, he can still talk back, I really don't know whether to admire his courage.

After the crossing, Qishi wanted to use thick nerves to describe a person for the first time......

"Remember, my name is Kawamoto Mo, and I came here to learn from it, and I will become a great writer who will shock Edo in the future, and the scripts I write will be performed by various Kabuki."

Take...... Take, Kawamoto Mo, is it?

Nanami didn't intend to let him go, after all, even if he wasn't a member of the shogunate, even if he was just a commoner who saw him, Nanami had no reason to keep him.

Gripping the blade tightly, Qishi's eyes were like knives.

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