"I see... it's been forty-eight days, and it's not too late."

After Zhuang Sishinemon replied, he put his hands behind his back, bowed his head and remained silent.

Even after Asagiri left, every night, Yoshihara Yukor would still have an inexplicable long song reverberating.

Even if there is a "curfew order", from time to time there will be wandering girls walking down the long street with the "eight-character steps" like sleepwalking...

Gradually, among the Yangwu, there were whispers from a wandering girl that this was the spirit of Chaowu, who was still in the "Oiran Road" every night in Yoshihara, looking forward to the promised day when the sweetheart came to greet him in front of the gate of Yoshihara.

This is one of the reasons why he is here today.

As for another reason...

Zhuang Sizhen's right guard's frowning brows, his eyes as sharp as eagles, stared at the steep mountain road below the temple gate, one person wide, without blinking.

At this time, the earliest Yoshino cherry blossoms are quietly blooming.

The poignant light pink blooms all over the mountains and plains, spreading like a burning flame from Maruyama, Hongo, to the Edo Castle below.

At the end of Shoji Shinemon's line of sight, the stone slabs on the mountain road and the cherry trees on both sides were all dyed crimson.

"Pfft..."

More red than cherry blossoms, it is naturally the blood that splatters when the head is raised.

"Do not go against the common sense of the world, do not live for pleasure, do not depend on others for everything, and despise yourself and the world."

Wearing a black robe, holding a pair of knives, a tall and slender man with a full beard and disheveled hair, was walking up the mountain path with his head down, whispering something.

"I don't think about desires in my life, I don't regret my own affairs, I never envy others, and I don't feel sad when I leave."

In the cherry blossom trees on both sides, a masked man with bandages all over his body sprang out from the woods and the soil like a ghost from time to time, waving a variety of weapons at him.

"Don't complain about everything, don't indulge in admiration, don't be biased in everything, don't seek luxury in your own house, don't be greedy for money when you're old."

Kunai, Shuriken, Saring, Ninja Sword, Fukiya, Ninja Stick, Armor Hook, Fujitsu Pseudo Artifact...

In the face of these sneak attacks from tricky angles and as fast as ghosts, the man always cuts out the long sword in his hand without turning his head.

"Morning fog..."

Muttering a certain name in his mouth, his godless eyes stared straight at the temple above.

"...I'm here to pick you up."

"Rough tea and light meals are not greedy for gourmet food, do not occupy ancient relics handed down from generation to generation, do not harm oneself, do not strive for the best in weapons, and do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to prove the Way."

Every time he swings the sword seemingly casually, but comes first, it represents a head rising into the sky.

The head rolled down all the way, dyeing the stone road behind him red, making the cherry blossoms on both sides look more and more beautiful.

"Respect Buddhas and Gods without seeking them, your body can die, the name of a warrior cannot be abandoned, and the swordsmanship cannot be divorced."

The two knives were swung non-stop, and people's heads rose and fell like waves.

The originally dark robe was dyed dark red, and became tattered in countless knife marks.

Only on the left sleeve that fluttered in the wind, the flame pattern and the cherry petals became more and more beautiful in the blood.

The headless corpse knelt down like a pilgrimage, covering the long blood-colored steps behind him, with no end in sight.

How can a human head be a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud and protects flowers.

The cherry blossoms in the coming year will surely bloom even more brilliantly.

When the sun was three poles and corpses were all over the field, the only one standing in front of the man was the black-robed old man at the temple gate.

"Yagyu Yujuro..."

The dark and dull ninja sword in the hands of Shoji Shinemon collided fiercely with the long sword in the man's hand.

"...You know that this move is to declare war on the shogunate on behalf of the Yagyu family."

His eyes were full of resentment.

Most of the elites of the Yoshihara Self-Defense Forces that I have worked so hard to cultivate have been turned into flower fat under the sword of this man on that mountain road today.

"I have obtained permission from the patriarch Zongyan to quit the Liusheng family..."

Looking at the "Master of Yoshihara" in front of him, there was no hatred in Yagyu Yujuro's calm eyes, only a deep and inexorable sadness.

"Here, only those who came to retrieve the body of his deceased wife, the ronin samurai, and Shourou."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, it seems that in this matter, the shogunate and the Liuyu family abandoned you and me for their own dignity..."

Shoji Shinemon's ninja sword suddenly shot out two serrated sharp blades, causing a scar on Yagyu Yujuro's handsome face.

"However, Asagiri is from Yoshihara, and death is Yoshihara's ghost..."

"No one can leave Yoshihara without my permission, not even a corpse!"

Perhaps it was the blood that was aroused by the splashing blood, the ninja sword in Shōji Shinemon's hand, which was shaped like a sickle and had a hidden mechanism, became more and more agile and treacherous, and collided with the two swords in Yagyu Yujurou's hand to create dense sparks.

"Just when it was time to set fire, I kindly burned your little white-faced corpse with her to comfort Taifu Asagiri's spirit in the sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin wisp of smoke rose from the temple behind him.

"Morning fog..."

Seeing this scene, Yagyu Yujurou frowned, and the double knives in his hand, which had already cut to the rolling edge, disappeared in the eyes of Shoji Shinemon...

Two-day first-class, five rounds, empty scroll!

"not good!"

Years of experience in life-and-death struggles made Shoji Shinemon instinctively turn to one side and raise his ninja sword to block...

"Zheng."

Facing his actions, Yagyu Yushourou seemed to have not heard of it, as if he had not heard it, he slowly put his sword back into its sheath, passed by Shoji Shinemon, and kept disappearing into the temple gate.

"If you don't hide, you might be able to die a little easier like them."

"you……"

Shoji Shinemon wanted to turn around and strike again...

But the ninja sword in his hand, along with his body, started to crack silently along the blood line that ran from the left shoulder to the right waist at an unknown time...

"I... lost?"

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"I, Shoji Shinemon, was the uncrowned king of Yoshihara, and I have been through countless battles and battles all my life..."

Zhuang Sizhen Uemon fell to his knees softly and lowered his head weakly, his eyes full of hideousness and unwillingness.

"But I didn't expect that I would be here today and lose to the bravery of one person..."

The smell of rust rushed into his throat immediately, blocking the next words.

"Chaowu...you idiot..."

Yagyu Yujurou's muffled roar like a wounded wolf resounded in the courtyard.

"They all blame me, coming back...too late...Uh ah ah ah ah!"

"This benefactor, please mourn, Taifu Asagiri, who has passed away in the fire."

"The deceased is the greatest, please also recite the mantra of rebirth with me here, and pray that she can reach the other shore soon..."

"Master, you, look... and, kimono... that kimono, it's flying!"

I don't know what happened. Suddenly, countless sparks exploded in the temple, and they ignited.

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