[Comprehensive] The gap in history

The morning sun shines on the tatami mats through the shoji door, and the birds on the trees occasionally chirp.

Okita lay on the couch, his slightly curly eyelashes fluttered twice, opening a small slit.

Mmm... so bright...

Okita raised his hand to cover the sun, and when he got used to the light, he lifted the quilt and sat up.

Here is... where?

Okita turned his gaze around and saw a simple Japanese room. The blood-stained haori on his body had been replaced with a simple and clean white yukata.

Neatly placed next to the pillow were two knives, one long and one short, which should be Qingguang and Yamato Shou'an...

etc!One long and one short?two knives? !

Suddenly, Okita's heart beat violently twice, and a very bad feeling hit his heart.

Leaving aside what happened to the wakizashi, according to history, Kiyomitsu, California, should have been broken in the Ikedaya incident.

But yesterday he seemed to be only focused on fighting with Kazama and completely forgot about the knife. Could it be that he protected Qingguang because he used his spiritual power?

Okita held California Kiyomitsu in his hand, and stroked it lightly. Whether it was the length, the carving, the inscription, or even the very familiar feel, it told Okita that this was indeed his California Kiyomitsu.

Okita put the thumb of his right hand against the red scabbard, and slowly pulled out Qingguang. The knife was still stained with dark red blood from yesterday's fierce battle, and there were also light white marks left by the violent collision, but California Qingguang, indeed, does not appear to be broken.

"It's troublesome..." Okita muttered to himself while staring at the sword in front of him, not knowing whether he should be happy or sad.

The clear light in California has not been broken, which shows that history has been changed.

Does this mean that he has no way to return to Honmaru?

With extremely complicated emotions, Okita took out the sword maintenance tools such as flannelette, powder ball, sword oil from the cabinet, and began to maintain Qingguang.

After cleaning the blood on the sword, Okita skillfully picked up the powder ball and patted the blade lightly, then wiped off the white powder with a flannel cloth, and applied sword oil. Because of some distractions, Okita gradually regarded maintenance as a hand, and began to Enter spiritual power into the knife.

What Okita didn't notice was that with the gathering of spiritual power, a translucent figure slowly appeared above the sword.

"Phew, it's done!" Okita looked at the restored California Kiyomitsu with satisfaction, raised his head, and met a pair of red eyes that were only a few centimeters away from him.

Okita was silent for a few seconds, and then threw the knife abruptly, and the owner of the pair of red eyes fell to the ground along with the knife.

"Hiss! It hurts, hurts, hurts!" The translucent Qing Guang covered his head with an aggrieved expression.

Seeing this extremely familiar face, Okita hesitated for a moment, then called out: "Qing Guang?"

Hearing Okita's cry, Qingguang's expression was very tangled: "My lord? Hey, are you the lord?"

"If your god judge is called Okita Souji, then I am your master without a doubt."

Qing Guang seemed even more entangled: "Then why did you change your face, my lord? Could it be the plastic surgery or something you talked about before?"

Okita was stunned for a moment, then picked up the California Kiyomitsu on the ground again, turned the blade, looking for an angle that could reflect his own appearance.

What appeared in Okita's eyes was a stranger with half-length brown hair, slightly narrowed eyes and raised eyebrows.

The intact California Kiyomitsu, the inexplicably transformed Yamato Mamoru Anda, a powerful man I had never seen in the Ikeda House... and Okita Souji who suddenly changed his face.

#Is there something wrong with this history? #

Although he felt that the face in front of him was awkward no matter how he looked at it, Qingguang was miraculously comforted when he thought that An Ding would definitely be even more awkward when he met such a lord.

Who made An Ding take the shape of Okita?

but……

"My lord, where is An Ding?"

Okita's eyes drifted to the Wakizawa on the bedside: "Probably, where is it?"

Qing Guang looked at An Ding, who was shortened by a large amount, with a face full of disbelief: "Huh? Why is An Ding shortened?!"

Okita did not answer, but took the wakizashi and began to input spiritual power.

He already has some guesses about the current situation. No matter how history changes, there are always some things that will never change, such as the appearance of a certain person, or some fixed things.

Although it is still unclear what the current situation is, Okita realizes that what he is experiencing now may not be the real history, and he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief—since it is not the real history, there is no change or change, that is, Said, he can still return to Honmaru.

As the spiritual power gathered, a translucent figure gradually appeared above Wakizashi.

An Ding threw herself into Okita's arms at the moment when the teleportation array was about to disappear, and then her eyes went dark, and she didn't know anything.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself trapped inside a small knife.No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape the shackles of the sword, he couldn't hear or see, just like when he was not Fusangshen.

Until a familiar spiritual force flows in his body, the dark world seems to be shot into a warm sunlight, his body begins to become lighter, something is about to break out of the ground, An Ding knows that when he opens his eyes, that Familiar people will definitely appear in front of your eyes.

however……

Who is this?

Yamato Shou'an, who was around thirteen or fourteen years old, still had baby fat on his face, a pair of big wet eyes looked at Okita in distress, and his originally clear voice was still a little soft: "My lord has become like this, It's really unaccustomed!"

Looking at the cute Anding in front of him, Qingguang finally couldn't help but began to ravage Anding's hair: "It's okay, it's okay, An Ning's appearance is very habit-forming! Come on, An Ding, hurry up and call Brother Qingguang~Brother~"

An Ding slapped Qing Guang's salty pig's paw away, and there seemed to be several crossroads on his head: "Don't even think about it! Why didn't the one that was shortened be Qing Guang, who should have been cut off in the first place! Obviously I was the one who accompanied the lord on the battlefield later. That's right!"

"This shows that the lord is the one who is the most convenient to use! So An Ding, you should perform the function of the threat! Hahaha!"

Okita looked helplessly at the California Kiyomitsu and Yamato Shou'an, who were floating around in the room and constantly fighting, with a doting smile on his face.

Yukimura Chizuru felt extremely embarrassed now.

Okita hadn't woken up from the coma the day before yesterday, but he didn't have any trauma on his body. Everyone was very worried about Okita's abnormal situation.

So Qianhe volunteered to come over to see if Okita was awake, and by the way, bring food to Okita.

But who knew that as soon as he walked outside the door, he heard Okita talking to himself.

"Who is easier to use? In my heart, An Ding and Qing Guang are equally easy to use!"

"Yes, yes, you are the cutest!"

"I feel very relieved that you can stay with me here! Thank you for coming here together..."

Stability, Qingguang?

Isn't that the name of Mr. Okita's Saber?

Do powerful samurai have the habit of talking to their swords?

"This is indeed a problem... It's hard to imagine what it would be like for that sullen man in the earthwork to change his face..."

When Qianhe heard this, his body tilted, and the bowls in the tray collided together and made a "jingling" sound.

Mr. Okita, is it really okay for you to complain about Mr. Hijikata in front of the knife in the room alone?

But speaking of it, Mr. Hijikata has always been serious about his speech... Could it be because of his coquettishness?

"Swish"!

The shoji door was pulled open suddenly, and a shadow fell on Chizuru's face. Chizuru looked at Okita's examining eyes, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

It's over, the eavesdropping was discovered, Mr. Okita wouldn't kill her with a knife, right? !

"Well, Mr. Okita, because you haven't woken up, everyone is very worried. I thought that if you woke up and didn't eat for a day, you might be hungry, so..." Qianzuru stammered in nervous emotions explained.

This person seems to be the woman at Ikeda House yesterday?Why is there a woman in the Shinsengumi, and she looks very familiar with him...

Okita looked Qianzuru up and down, and was actually very distressed. Although he was indeed Okita Souji, everything here was very strange to him. Could he still say directly: Sorry, I am with you. Do you know that Okita Souji who looks completely different from Okita?

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't have believed it, okay...

Forget it, I can only take one step at a time.

"Excuse me, are the others still eating?" Okita didn't know the name of the woman in front of him, so he could only pass the address vaguely.

"Ah! Yes!" Chizuru nodded.

"In this case, after I freshen up and change my clothes, I'll go to dinner with everyone!" Even if you don't know anyone, you can't hide in the house all the time, can you?What should come will always come.

Qianzuru looked at Okita, whose face was still a little pale, and asked worriedly: "Is Mr. Okita healthy? Sure enough, it's better to let the doctor take a look."

Okita was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Don't worry, it's okay. Go back, I'll be there later, don't keep everyone waiting!"

"Oh, good!" Qianhe walked back in a daze while carrying the food.

Did she read it right?Was that gentle face smiling at her just now really Mr. Okita?

After discovering that she was eavesdropping, shouldn't Mr. Okita say, "If I catch you next time, I'll kill you~"

Hijikata Toshizo frowned deeply as he looked at Chizuru Yukimura who came back with an untouched meal and a dazed expression on his face.

"What's going on? Is the chief executive still awake?"

Nagakura Shinpachi patted the back of Todo Hirasuke who was eating, and the sudden force made Hirasuke spit out a mouthful of rice: "What are you doing, Shinpachi!"

"Nothing~" Shinpachi scratched his face, "I just want to ask what happened on the second floor of the Ikeda house yesterday, didn't you rush in with the chief executive? It was the first time you saw the chief executive being beaten It's so miserable!"

Hirasuke turned his head with a displeased face: "I said that I was knocked out by a bastard yesterday! How do I know what happened next! But next time, I will definitely make that bastard pay the price!"

Looking at the bandage on Hirasuke's head, Shinpachi gave up the desire to rub Heisuke's head madly, and put his arms around his chest: "Don't worry! I will get it back for you next time!"

Hirasuke clenched his fist: "Who wants your help? I will definitely defeat him by myself!"

Unlike older children like Shinpachi and Hirasuke, Shannan Keisuke was also very worried at this time: "Mr. It’s troublesome if it’s an internal injury.”

Hearing this, Kondo Yong also put down his chopsticks and nodded in agreement.

"That..." Qianhe finally interrupted at this moment, "Mr. Okita has already woken up, and he said he will come over to have dinner with everyone later."

After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Tufang's frown also relaxed.

"Let me just say, the boss is so powerful, he will be fine." Shinpachi said happily.

Saito swallowed a mouthful of food, and said solemnly: "I'm a little concerned, who is the person who can hurt the chief to such an extent."

"I can't pretend I didn't hear that, Hajime." Okita changed into a dark red kimono, with Yamato Morita on his white sash, holding California Kiyomitsu in his arms, leaning on the porch like this, "Yesterday The duel should be a draw, shouldn't it?"

The morning wind blew through Okita's brown hair, passing through different time and space, connecting people who were originally in different worlds together.

Over the sky of Kyoto, a flag with the word "Cheng" flutters in the wind, never falling down.