The branches of the cherry blossom tree in the garden were long gone, and only the yellow leaves of the tree remained.

The morning breeze blew like a golden rain.

Soji Okita raised his cheeks, took a deep breath, savored the taste of this world that made him nostalgic, then opened his eyes and said to Zhang Heng, "I studied under the third-generation head of the natural flow of reason, Mr. Kondo, and at the age of nineteen, I got the exemption from all the passes, and then came to Kyoto with my senior brother Isamu Kondo, joined the Shinsengumi, and participated in the assassination of the former bureau chief Serizawa Duck and Uchiyama Hikojiro, and then the Ikedaya operation, in addition to large and small tasks, I don't remember how many people I have killed, and my sword skills are getting better and better." Six months ago in Gion, we fought side by side, but if you still look at me the way you saw me, I'm afraid you'll be at a loss. ”

Okita paused, "I had nothing to do during this period of illness, I could only think about it every day to relieve the pain, and during this time, what I thought about the most was the sword technique, I almost reviewed all the previous battles, from which I looked for and thought about what I could improve, and it took me a long time to recuperate, so I am not lying, and now it is indeed my best mental and physical state." ”

"It just so happens that I've been busy improving myself lately." Zhang Heng nodded and said, "It seems that we can confirm with each other what we have gained during this time." ”

"Gladly obey."

After speaking, Soji Okita raised the wooden knife in his hand and made a gesture.

The next moment, his whole temperament has changed, and there is no more dead air before, and the whole person is full of infinite vitality and vitality again, which is almost about to make people forget his serious illness, if Nakamura Hanjiro is like a tiger descending from the mountain, then the current Okita Soji is like a bright moon hanging high by the river at night.

He threw his shadow into the river, which seemed to be within reach, but far away in the sky.

"Be careful, Mr. Abe." After Okita finished speaking, the wooden knife swung sideways again, and at the same time his footsteps began to move, light like a butterfly in a flower, and he came to Zhang Heng's body almost in the blink of an eye, and faster than his pace was the wooden knife in his hand, which was cut down.

On the other hand, Zhang Heng stood in place and didn't move much, but his eyes never left the hands of Okita Soji

At the moment when the wooden knife was chopped, he caught it steadily.

But the next moment, Zhang Heng sighed lightly, and Okita's wooden knife disappeared from his field of vision.

Then, in an instant, the wooden knife reappeared, striking precisely at the back of his knife.

The wooden knife in Zhang Heng's hand sank downward, and the general division of Okita did not waste this rare opportunity, a direct blow stabbed Zhang Heng's open chest, but Zhang Heng was in danger, and the body he exercised in the waves helped him again, Zhang Heng turned sideways at the last moment, and let go of this knife.

But that's just the beginning.

Okita seized the opportunity and then attacked continuously, and the angle of each knife was more tricky than the other, and the sword wind brought up the fallen leaves on the ground, like a gorgeous music.

Zhang Heng could clearly feel that Okita was not talking big before, he had indeed improved a lot compared to that night in Gion, if it was Nakamura Hanjiro standing in front of him now, there was a high probability that he would not be able to last twenty moves, considering his current physical condition, it was almost impossible.

- Should you say that you are worthy of being a genius swordsman who got the exemption at the age of nineteen? Zhang Heng was very curious about what kind of heights this No. 1 master of the Shinsengumi, who was known as the Heavenly Sword at the end of the shogunate by later generations, did not die so young, and then he could reach it.

Unfortunately, this is an answer that no one is destined to know.

But fortunately, in the last moments of his life, there were still two people who were able to witness the last dance of this peerless master.

From the first moment the two fought, Xiao Shan Qian couldn't help but hold her breath, for her, who also practiced swordsmanship, there was nothing more moving and dazzling in this world than the battle in front of her.

Two men who were perhaps the strongest swordsmen at the time joined forces to dedicate this battle, which was not earth-shattering in this small courtyard, but it brought her a touch that went straight to the soul, until a few years later, Xiao Shan Akane also became a master, and she can still get a lot from this battle when she recalls it.

After the First World War in Gion, Zhang Heng almost forgot how long it had been since he felt pressure when he was working with people.

Is this the difference in talent?

When he was still trying to challenge the various avenues in Kyoto and improve himself a little bit, Soji Okita had already caught up with him quietly, and no one knew what kind of understanding this big boy who was tormented by illness had between life and death, and now the two were on the same starting line again.

In this world, there is nothing more hearty than meeting opponents in chess and confidants in wine.

Without any superfluous words, Zhang Heng and Okita can clearly feel the hearts conveyed by each other, which is a kind of realm of heart and soul, and mysterious.

Okita's eyes lit up, like stars in the sky, and then the corners of his mouth rose together, revealing the innocent and hearty smile that he had not seen for a long time.

On the other side was Zhang Heng on the other side, the latter suddenly closed his eyes, and the state of mind cultivation mantra that Professor Xiao Shan Qian had given him before, which seemed useless to him, suddenly surged into his heart at this moment.

Zhang Heng naturally entered the state of sticking to his heart as Xiaoshan Ming Xinliu said, although he closed his eyes at this moment, the rest of his four senses were unprecedentedly keen.

The heart moved, the blade was directed, and it was as immovable as a mountain in Okita's brilliant sword technique.

Unconsciously, tears slipped from Xiao Shan Qian's eyes, in order to witness the most moving scene in the world, this is the common pursuit of beautiful things in the hearts of human beings, she can see that whether it is Zhang Heng or Okita General Division, they have not left their hands anymore, and they have unreservedly dedicated everything in this battle.

Okita, in particular, is fighting in a way that burns himself, just to burst out of the fireworks of that moment.

Zhang Heng had also forgotten that he was seeking a breakthrough, and devoted himself to the battle itself, not even hearing the system prompts that passed by his ears, he quickly thought about the next next tricks and dismantling moves in his heart, because the battle was too fierce, the sweat on his body was steamed, turning into white smoke, but the next moment the powerful momentum in front of him suddenly disappeared without warning.

Heaven and earth fell silent again, and only the white expanse of the earth remained, clean as if there was nothing.

However, Zhang Heng knew that there were traces of that man in this world.

He opened his eyes and saw Xiao Shanqian, who had already burst into tears.