I thought it was be but it turned out to be he

Miraculously, Tufang didn't say anything or do anything, took a deep look at the future, turned and left with a sullen face.

Harada rubbed his confused eyes as if coming back from sleepwalking, "What's going on? Mr. Hijikata... didn't get angry?"

"It's not the time to talk about this, hurry up and stop the bleeding!"

Yongcang's voice brought everyone's thoughts back to reality.

After regaining his senses, Fujido hurried to Dr. Matsumoto Yoshitsumi to get the medicine box. The chief executive picked it up for a while, and finally picked up a cotton ball with tweezers to disinfect the wound first.

Future hid his hands behind his back, and refused without a doubt, "It's fine if I don't come by myself."

"You only have one hand, how do you do it by yourself?" The chief asked back, and before she could reply, he had compulsively pulled her hand over, not to mention applying cotton balls soaked in alcohol to the wound, causing her body to shudder. Stiff, but never cried out in pain.

Yongcang couldn't bear to remind him, "Hey, hey, take it easy."

"It's not good to be so rough on girls." Harada took the gauze from the medicine box to prepare for the next step.

The chief didn't pay attention to what they said, he acted lightly enough, the pain was an irresistible factor caused by alcohol, and he was sure that she tried to withdraw her hand eight out of nine times out of ten because she didn't want to be touched, "You still Do you mind that? Although I don’t know what’s going on, I can’t agree with the fact that you will die if you touch it.”

"Eh? Dead? What's going on?" Fujido asked puzzled.

Yongcang wrapped her arms around her shoulders without hesitation, and left before Mirai pushed him away, and then made a healthy posture, "Look, I'm still alive and well."

Future turned pale, and still stubbornly pulled out a pale smile, "Who ever said such a thing, don't set up messy settings for others without authorization, okay? If you touch me, you will die. I’ve died several times earlier, I’m just purely obsessed with cleanliness, didn’t I say that I want to keep my pure body and wait to marry into a nobleman to enjoy a luxurious life?”

"Hey, hey, hey~" The general manager responded perfunctorily, obviously not listening to her explanation, sprinkled the hemostatic powder, took the gauze handed over by Harada, and bandaged the wound for Mirai.

What else do I want to say in the future, in the face of everyone's real concern, I feel a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of my heart, so I obediently shut up.

At any rate, after dealing with the wound, I complained about some daily chores, and said goodbye first because I still have things to do in the future.

When passing through the backyard, he subconsciously stopped and looked at the scene that he had glimpsed just now from the corner of his eye.

Dojikata stood under the cherry tree with only branches left, looking up at it, strands of light flickered in his indifferent eyes, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, drawing a perfect line for him.

But what does the future look like?

The bare old trees, the rough bark, and the blurred faces are really untouchable.

Sensing her presence, Hijikata turned around, and his pale eyes fell on her.

The heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

It's all because of the palm print that has faded.

Guilty in the future, he lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.

Tufang didn't speak first, but just looked at her.

The more you are relatively silent, the more awkward the atmosphere is. In the end, Mirai scratched his face in embarrassment and admitted his mistake first, "Mr. Hijikata, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it, please forgive me."

"I heard from the director general that you need three or two knives?"

He said such a sentence out of the ordinary.

In the future, I couldn't react for a while, and I was stunned, eh?knife?

"It's not that I'm curious, I just want to know what the knives in your hands look like."

Although the voice was cold, there was no anger in it.

ha?

Future was even more confused. He looked up at him puzzled, and found that there was no joke in his eyes. Then he thought that it was also a kind of nature for a samurai to pay attention to swords.

I was sure that he really didn't care about that slap. His instincts in the future failed to overcome his reason. When he talked about the topic of knives, he chattered for a long time, and finally he had the courage to do business with him.

Although he has an innocent and ignorant face, yet he keeps spitting out philistine words. What is amazing is that it is not annoying, but has a sense of reality of living by his side. Hijikata concluded lightly, "So that's the case. , do you like knives and money?"

Future pouted, "Ah, that's right, I just like it. Is there anything wrong with it?"

"No."

Even if he denied it, Future still felt a little uncomfortable, and he was not sure about his attitude, so he didn't want to waste words with him, "...Mr. Hijikata, if you are interested, you can come to the store sometime to have a look."

After speaking, she bowed to him, turned and left.

Hijikata watched her back gradually disappear from sight, his purple-gray eyes bottomless.

……

Kujo Street is on the edge of Kyoto, and people come and go on the street.

In the future, he wiped the sweat off his brow with the handkerchief in his hands, and regretted why he didn't use a rickshaw and walked instead.

After another walk, we finally arrived at our destination.

As soon as I entered the door, someone greeted me. It was a middle-aged woman with her hair tied in a high topknot. Even in such a hot day, she was still wearing an airtight kimono.

Future glanced at the heavy makeup on her face from time to time, worrying unnecessarily that if she sweated, she would turn into a painted face.

The other party greeted him with a smile, "You are here, please sit inside."

Future returned a standard bow, and she led the way to the Japanese room.Along the way, their speed was comparable to that of a tortoise. In the future, they couldn't help but glance at the people who were walking slowly in front again. They weren't engaged in folk festivals or Shinto, and what they were doing in such a formal dress would definitely not be able to walk fast.

After dawdling on the road for a long time, the two finally stood outside the door of the Japanese room, and the woman stepped back after pulling the door open for her.

"Young teacher, it's finally here. I've been waiting for a long time." A man with gray beard and hair but looking good saw the future coming, and hurriedly welcomed her to the seat.

He is the owner of Soraeya, Asakura.

Future knew that he was not a person of any status, so he declined with a smile, found a seat below and sat down on his knees, "The title 'teacher' is really unbearable, I have only been in Kyoto for more than half a year, how can I let you call me junior For the teacher."

"What are you talking about? Zhu Dao speaks based on strength, regardless of age. Although it has only been more than half a year, the name of the teacher has resounded throughout the capital." He smiled comfortably. Judging from his words and deeds, he is a People who don't stick to trivial matters, "It's really rare to be so accomplished at such a young age. When I was your age, I was still a bastard with nothing to do."

Just now the woman came into the house to deliver tea, and after pouring tea for everyone, she moved out quickly.

"By the way, young teacher." Asakura introduced her to the two people in the same room, "These two are my disciples Inaya and Tanimura."

Inayu has a big belly, and Tanimura is skinny. They don't look too bad alone, but when they sit side by side, the fat one looks fatter, and the thin one looks thinner, giving them a strong sense of déjà vu.

Seeing her weird expression in Mirai, Asakura asked with concern, "Are you uncomfortable? Young teacher."

Future quickly shook his head, and said sullenly, "No, I'm fine, I'm sorry."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the topic finally turned to the knife.

Asakura took Mirai to the warehouse where swords are stored. The warehouse was very large, and there were various weapons neatly and orderly placed in it, most of which were Japanese swords.

The future was amazed for a while, and the ecstasy in his eyes could hardly be suppressed. After taking a few deep breaths, he put away his smile and said seriously, "Mr. What kind of knife do you see?"

Zhao Cang took a wooden box from the deepest part of the warehouse with a serious expression, opened it for her to see, "This is it, you

Can you see something? "

Lying in the box is a Dao knife with a blade length of 72 cm by visual inspection, and the body of the knife is decorated with gorgeous patterns.

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