"puff!!!"

After being hit hard one after another, Taipeng's blood spurted out of Mochizukiche's mouth and splashed on Kondo's face...

"Sorry, since the day I chose the path of the samurai, it has been decided..."

Not caring about the red-stained sight, Kondo Isamu took out the entire body of Hu Che, who was submerged in the jet-black ghost's arm, but did not stick to a drop of blood, after hitting his body like a stream of water, and without stopping, slashed towards the neck of the man in front of him. out……

"In order to implement my beliefs, I will hack to death those who stand in front of me!"

This seemingly simple and honest samurai, with his hands and feet, beckons to kill, his eyes are full of indifference to life.

"Keep killing, keep killing until you are killed!"

As the director of the "No. 1 Killing Organization" at the end of the Shogunate, for him, killing people is not much different from weeding in the fields of Tama when he was young...

In just a split second, Mochizuki Che, as strong as Mochizuki, was almost beheaded!

"Hey Hey……"

At the juncture of life and death, facing the unavoidable beheading in front of him, Mochizuki Che, who was badly wounded and bruised all over his body, did not retreat but stepped forward, laughing wildly and taking a step forward...

"Boom."

Some kind of sound of gold and iron, bones shattering, resounded between the two.

"This is……"

From his keen sense of crisis, Isamu Kondo's eyes shrank like the tip of a needle...

"Director Kondo, I haven't noticed it yet, it's a bit indecent."

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that Mochizuki Che had already raised his hand to take his own killing blow...

"This hand doesn't belong to me at all, so what if you cut it off?"

Not only that, the charred left arm was like a scabbard, swallowing the slightly shorter long Zeng Mihuche by the roots, locking it with the wrist bone, unable to pull it out!

Kondo Isamu just remembered that, from the beginning to the end, there was never a drop of blood flowing out of the other side's hideous left arm.

"Even the power... has become stronger?"

Not only that, the power transmitted from the opponent's blade is far more than twice as powerful as before!

"No, you are getting weaker."

Mochizuki Che, who was full of scars, suddenly burst into flames like needles, and the charred black on his left arm quickly spread to half of his left body and face along his chest...

"This, this taste..."

Looking at the man in front of him whose appearance was gradually becoming less like a stranger than himself, Kondo Isamu noticed that a mellow and slightly drunken sweetness had quietly permeated his nose and mouth.

"Did you use poison? Is...what...what...when...when..."

Indulged in the sweetness that makes people soft, lazy, and unwilling to give up, he seems to have returned to Edo, sitting in the dilapidated and cramped "taro dojo" of the Examination Hall, and having a good time with everyone.

"Come here, Kondo-san, it's rare that the officials have a drink today, let's have a toast!"

"Oh, Gen Saburo, today's wine is good... What is this wine? After we are appreciated by those big people, we will have an inexhaustible drink in the future!"

"Sujirou, stop practicing swordsmanship, come and have a drink... As long as you get drunk, I will have a chance in tomorrow's competition..."

"Hey, Sojirou isn't old enough to drink... In other words, the conspiracy in his heart is all spilled on the tatami with the wine in the pot!"

"You diners, Mr. Kondo is here, you dare to shout... WOW WOW WOW..."

"What are you talking about, A Sui, who is also a diner, you speak the loudest, and you are the first to vomit!"

It is buried deep in the river of time, and it can never be returned or remembered. It is a pot of silver and a wonderful taste of inferior sake.

"No, it's not poison... it's wine... it's the most fragrant wine hidden in your own heart."

Just as Kondo was struggling to gather his consciousness from the sweetness of infinite depravity, Mochizukiche's dark ghost hand was already pinched between his neck.

"After this pair of broken things was broken, it became less bright..."

The two red "small bumps" on his forehead seemed to have grown slightly more "bulky" than before.

"Just now, Your Excellency helped you warm up. It seems that the meridians and sweat glands are unclogged again."

In a "traffic accident" at the foot of Mt. Yotei, after the "Shoten no Ghost Horn" was broken, he completely lost contact with it.

"It seems that the two guys in my body say no, but the body is honest?"

The hands and corners implanted in his body seem to be incompatible with water and fire on weekdays, but at critical moments they are inseparable.

When fighting against Isamu Kondo, the ghost horn, which was thought to have been completely destroyed, was actually stimulated by the crisis, nourished by the "arm of Ibaraki" and "the power of the real big river" from the same ancestry, like a rainy day The bean sprouts began to sprout tenaciously.

Although the concentration of the breath of this "Godly Poisonous Wine" is not as strong as before, it can achieve the same effect as long as it accumulates enough time.

"Tell me... who are you?"

There were more and more "poisonous spirits" in the body, Kondo Isamu's pale face was flushed with a hint of red, but a heroic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't I say it before, my name is..."

"No, that's not what I asked."

Interrupting Mochizukiche's words, Kondo Isamu asked himself.

"People who implement their own ideas..."

"Those who seek the meaning of life..."

"Which kind are you?"

...

Yingqing four years, April 25th.

In the pattering rain, a dark-skinned man dressed in black striped woven feathers, with white outlines tied on his chest, was sitting in the cage with a solemn expression.

Beside him, a soldier is carefully shaving his beard and shaving his head with a razor.

Ignoring the troops with muskets, the curious people and the eldest son in the crowd with tears in their eyes...

He lifted his head and drank the pungent sake, looked up at the sky in the direction of Edo, and said nothing from beginning to end.

Even though the porcelain bowl in his hand fell feebly into the pit on the side, he didn't bother to look at it.

Anyway, after a while, his head will also roll into it.

"Anything else to say?"

After the beard and hair were all neat and tidy, the tall and thin executioner who was about forty years old came behind him with a long knife.

"Quickly accept the three-footed sword of electric light, and only repay your kindness with one death..."

Muttering in a voice that he could only hear, the man shook his head.

"It's a pity that ~lightnovelpub.net~ can't be as dignified as a samurai."

The executioner behind him sighed silently and raised the long knife in his hand high...

"you……"

The middle-aged man who had his back turned to him suddenly turned his head, and a pair of tiger eyes stared at the executioner's movements for a while.

"please."

Just saying this, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the distant sky indifferently.

"Sui, what are you doing now?"

In the long period of time before the long knife reached his neck and the human head rolled to the bottom of the pit, his thoughts had drifted to an unknown distance...

"Sorry, the next road, I want you to go down alone."

Back in the countryside of Tama, together with Hijikata Toshizo, who was peddling along the street with a medicine box, they ran side by side in the carefree summer on the field road.