In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

"brute."

Zuo Cun Anuo, who has no past, has summed up his own values ​​from what he has experienced so far.

In his opinion, these are not enough scumbags to be called human beings, and they are not even enough for him to pull out the swords used against people, but just pull out the pheasant feathers as a backup and kill them in three or two strokes.

Then just move on.

Another two months passed.

The Chinese New Year has passed, and Zuo Cun is walking in the wind and snow wrapped in a scarf.

"Ah, there is a village ahead."

In the deep winter, only the leaves of the coniferous forest are still green. In the gap between the leaves, Zuo Village saw a house.

"What, it turned out to be just a shrine." Zuo Cun sighed.

If there is a village, there may be a post house.

But with this shrine, I can finally avoid sleeping in the snow today.

And when Zuo Village was happily nesting in a dilapidated shrine and preparing to sleep peacefully for a night——

Edo.

Outside Edo Bay.

Nine large ships are dropping anchor.

"General, didn't we say we'll come back in April or May, we'll get the ship here now..."

A few drops of cold sweat dripped from the temples of a non-commissioned officer, looking at the old man standing in front of the deck.

U.S. Navy Admiral, General Perry.

He has a gloomy-looking hooked nose, which looks terrifying against the night sky.

"It's one thing to say, but what we do has to be something else."

The corner of General Perry's mouth twitched.

"The Japanese..." He smoked a cigarette, looking at the seemingly prosperous Edo, "if I give in a little bit, this group of people will think they have won."

"So, the best way is to save all the cumbersome procedures."

"Show us America's toughest and stubborn side."

Throwing the cigarette butts into the sea, Perry turned and walked into the cabin.

His words echoed from the deck.

"When negotiating with these smart and good disguise people, we must give priority to eliminating all hypocrisy, and using the arrogant and arrogant attitude we are so used to is the best way."

......

"What should I do now, the American ships... have arrived in Edo Bay, and they even want to break into Haneda Bay..." A person sat on the seat, looking flustered.

"Matsuhira old middle... Calm down." Behind the curtain, a young voice with a difficult tone, "The purpose of the Americans should be very clear."

There was silence in the air.

"General..."

"Those nasty foreigners..."

"Abe old middle school, these words, let's not say these words for now... We need to recognize the reality."

"But, General Tokugawa Iada...!" Masahiro Abe said eagerly.

"Be quiet... We now need to negotiate." General Tokugawa Iadasada said in a sad tone.

"...Yes." Masahiro Abe looked unwilling and lowered his head.

The other four senior middle school members remained silent, silently accepting the fact that they had to negotiate with those Americans again.

Masahiro Abe's nails were about to sink into the palm of his hand, and his teeth rattled.

"The four feudal feudal forces from the West, Sendai, Aizu, and Nagaoka have been mobilized to guard the negotiation." Tokugawa Jiading also felt extremely humiliated. The five seniors could feel this unwillingness even through the curtain .

Everyone knows what the purpose of the Americans is.

Let Japan open a port as a springboard for them to the mainland across the Sea of ​​Japan.

It's about Japan's policy, and it's about Japan's... dignity.

However, it has already happened, and the American ships have been blocked in Edo Bay.

The powerful force made this group of idiots accustomed to comfort... scared.

Now that you're afraid, what's the point of dignity?

......

Early the next morning.

Kondo Shusuke stood on the harbor, looking at the nine ships on the sea.

Although it looks far away, Kondo Shusuke vaguely feels...

"Master, what happened?" Hijikata Suishan was already taller than Kondo Shusuke.

Kondo Shusuke did not answer Hijikata Toshizo's words, but just stared at the nine large ships and pondered.

"My hunch is the same as Zuamura-kun's... troubled times are coming, but I didn't expect... it would come so quickly." Kondo Shusuke sighed slightly.

"Let everyone in the test house stop going out, let's... close the hall for a while."

Kondo Shusuke frowned.

He looked at his disciples.

Chief Okita, Katsuta Shimazaki, Toshizo Hijikata, Gen Saburo Inoue...

Besides these four, there are many more.

The troubled times are coming, I can only take care of your unfinished feathers... before the big waves hit.

"Go back first." Walking down the harbor, Kondo Shusuke walked in the direction of the Examination Hall.

Shimazaki Katsuta scratched his face: "The troubled times are coming..."

"Well, I don't need to think too much, just follow in your footsteps." Gen Saburo Inoue smiled.

All of his are in this test house, and Hijikata Toshizo and Shimazaki Katsuta are his way forward.

"Yeah! If the fire of troubled times burns on us, call that bastard in Zuo Village and form a team together!"

"Mmmm!" Chief Okita nodded vigorously, "I must call Zuo Village!"

"By the way, that guy has been gone for several months now..." Hijikata Toshizo mumbled, "What the hell are you doing now..."

===Chapter 280 Seventh Bird Stream===

Zuo Cun rubbed his eyes.

"Ah, is the sun so high already?"

The wandering samurai has very few things to bring.

A bit of entanglement is used for turnover, a whole body of Wu is used to replace it, and a bit of dry food is used to fill the stomach, it is enough.

The wandering warriors are different from the warriors who serve others. The real wandering warriors want to hone their own warriors. This group of people are like ascetic monks, honing their sword skills in poor conditions and harsh environments.

Swah——

Anno Zuomura pulled out his sword.

When he left the test house, there was a fight with Chief Okita.

Although the battle ended in a tie, in fact anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zuo Cun had the upper hand.

Of course, the gap between him and Chief Okita is very small. If there is another battle, the outcome is really hard to say.

But the knife that decides the ending...

Kondo Shusuke asked him to find his mentor, but Zuo Village had no clue.

Thinking about the famous schools in the world today, Shinto Wu Nian Liu, Bei Chen Yi Dao Liu, etc., they are either very far away or no longer recruiting disciples.

But when he repeatedly recalled that knife, an insolent thought appeared in Zuo Cun Anno's heart.

Holding the knife in front of him, Zuo Cun frowned.

His feet twisted a little, and Zuo Cun jumped in place.

call out--

The blade was raised, and Zuo Cun rolled to the ground from a height.

Gee.

Brows furrowed.

I can't recreate the feeling of that day.

At this level, how can...

Create your own genre.

"Come again!" Zuo Cun gritted his teeth and jumped up again.

He took this dilapidated little shrine as his temporary residence. When he was thirsty, he would eat some snow, and when he was hungry, he would go to the river to catch fish, and he could find some wild vegetables beside the unfrozen river.

Half a month passed in a flash.

Zuo Village's swordsmanship has no foundation, and only swings the sword by feeling.

But it is precisely because of this that Zuo Cun, who was born with sword skills, would not have so much trouble creating his own sword technique.

These days, in his spare time, young warriors also think about what name would be better if they really created their own style of swordsmanship.

After thinking about it, when a snow-colored bird landed on the top of the shrine, Zuo Cun smiled and set a name for his swordsmanship.

Bird flow.