[Comprehensive] The gap in history

The wind, blowing through the sweltering heat of the year, blowing away the cold winter of the year, followed the unchanging pace of the past, and came to the month when the grass grows and the warblers fly.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Okita, who was awakened by the heat and depression in his chest in the middle of the night, curled up and coughed weakly on the couch.

In the cold and indoor room, except for Okita's intermittent coughing, there was silence.

As Okita's illness became more and more serious, Qingguang and Anding, who used to be noisy at night in the past, became more and more silent now.They sometimes wonder, were those days in Honmaru a dream they had once had?And now, Okita-kun, who is constantly weakening, is this cold reality?

The former Okita Souji with blue-purple hair, ponytail and gentle smile gradually blurred in his mind, and replaced by Okita's current appearance

Okita, who finally suppressed the desire to cough, stretched out his hand to pick up the empty teacup beside him, sat up helplessly, and sighed.

Okita casually took a piece of clothing from the cabinet, put it on his body, reached out to pick up the saber, and when he looked up, he saw a quiet and peaceful face.

"It's been so long, you guys haven't gotten used to it yet?" Okita's hoarse voice echoed in the Japanese room.

"How can you get used to this kind of thing?" Qing Guang pursed his mouth, showing a crying expression, "My lord, you will be fine, you will be fine, right? In another year, we will I can go back to Honmaru, I can go buy my beloved nail polish, An Ding can go after Izumi Mamoru every day to ask for hand-to-hand cooperation, Tsurumaru’s pranks will make Hasebe pissed off, the first phase is still so controlling, Jiro is arguing and drinking every day... ...and the lord, will be watching all this with a smile on the second floor, right?"

Qingguang narrated all this with a crying voice, and then couldn't help but threw himself into Okita's arms, but the translucent spirit body could only helplessly pass through Okita's body and fell to the cold floor.

Qingguang finally sobbed and cried

"Oh." Okita sighed deeply, and rubbed Kiyomitsu's head weakly with his hands

Okita died at the age of [-], and stayed in Honmaru for a month, plus the age of this world, it is probably less than [-] years old.

Months, compared to years, are really too short. Even a determined person like Okita can't help but wonder if those memories about Honmaru are his hallucinations?

But every time he sees Qingguang and Andan who are always by his side, he is absolutely convinced: the captain of the first team of the Shinsengumi, Souji Okita, is his past; and Soji Okita, the judge of the gods, is his future !

The awkward Qingguang cried like a child, while the sensitive An Ding stayed silent.

"An Ding, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, it's okay to cry like Qingguang." Okita looked very worried at An Ding like this

An Ding showed a heartbreaking smile: "It's okay, my lord, no matter what, as long as you're still here."

Okita's heart twitched fiercely, this time, did he do something wrong?

Because he selfishly wanted to see everyone in the Shinsengumi one more time, that's why he brought Qingguang and An Ding so much pain.

His regrets are gone, so what about the regrets of Qingguang and An Ding?

Some pain will be gradually smoothed over by time; and some pain, no matter how long it has passed, is so heart-wrenching.

Okita wrapped his arms around Qing Guang and An Ding weakly, and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry for making you accompany me to experience all this again. I have always been here, and I will always be with you forever."

How long is forever?Is it a year, is it a year, is it a year?

Okita didn't know.

A person's lifespan is limited after all, and true eternity cannot exist

People will age, and swords will also decay.

Even if it is a god, it is impossible to be immortal.

But until that day comes, Okita will do everything he can, be with them, protect them, this is the only thing he can do.

"Okita-kun..." Even though he couldn't touch it, An Ding still tried to bury his face in Okita's arms, murmured Okita's name, and cried together with Kiyomitsu

After a while, Qing Guang and An Ding, who finally calmed down, sat on the side with blushing faces, and couldn't believe that they were crying in embarrassment just now.

However, after crying, I feel much better.

Okita put on his clothes, picked up the knife, and walked out.

"My lord, it's so late, you must have a good rest!" An Ding said to Okita angrily with a bit of shame remaining on his face.

"Yes~ But the cough just now made my throat very uncomfortable, I'll go to pour some water and go to sleep." Okita explained with a smile.

The night in April is still a bit cool, the sky is full of stars hanging on the clear sky, the cherry blossoms in the garden are blooming brilliantly, and when the wind blows, the petals fall like snowflakes

A figure stood among the sakura bushes, staring at the fallen sakura, wondering what to think.

"Hajime, if you don't sleep so late, are you staying in the garden to enjoy the cherry blossoms?" Okita, who came out to pour water, went to Saito's side, and teased

"What are you doing out here?" Saito turned his head and saw Okita with a pale face, full of disapproval.

Although Okita tried every means to conceal his illness, but as his body deteriorated, how could everyone not notice it?

After a battle, Okita coughed up blood in public, Kondo Isamu disregarded Okita's wishes and forcefully invited a doctor, and Okita's condition was finally exposed to everyone

Okita looked at the succulent cherry blossoms in the garden, and said with a smile, "I have a sore throat, I can't sleep, come out and get some water."

Feeling the chill in the wind, Saito frowned, then took off the scarf and wrapped it around Okita's neck.

Okita buried his face in the scarf, and took a deep breath: "Hajime's scarf smells like sunshine, it's very warm."

"Don't come here." Saito glanced at Okita and sighed, "Even if there is water at this point, it's already completely cold. Let's go, go to the kitchen, and I'll cook some for you."

"Hajime is really gentle!" Okita smiled and followed Saito's footsteps to the kitchen

Saito lit the stove, put the kettle full of water on the stove and burned it, and the flickering fire flickered in the darkness.

"Tomorrow, Hajime, you will leave with Mr. Ito." In the silent night, Okita's voice suddenly sounded.

Saito, who was kneeling, raised his eyes: "If so, are you going to kill me?"

"Needless to say, the person standing in front of Mr. Kondo, ahem...even you, I will kill~" Okita narrowed his eyes and said

"If you want to kill me, you need to take care of your body first." Now, do you really have the strength to swing a knife?

"How do you know if you don't try?" Okita read the expression on Saito's face and said with a smile

Saito didn't answer, and the kitchen fell into silence again.

There was a "gurgling" sound from the kettle, and the heat began to gradually swell.

Saito put the boiled kettle on the tray, and put the cups next to it: "Go back, I'll help you to the room."

Although it was far from the point where he couldn't even hold the kettle, Okita did not refuse Saito's kindness, but followed Saito who was carrying the kettle all the way back

Saito put the tray on the side of Okita's couch, poured a glass of water to cool it down, and then got up to say goodbye: "I'm leaving, take a good rest."

Okita rubbed the soft scarf around his neck: "Your scarf will be placed with me first, and I will return it to you on the day you come back."

"How do you know that I will come back? Did Mr. Hijikata tell you anything?" Saito frowned. Why did Hijikata tell the chief executive who was recovering from such an important matter?

"I guess~ Although you and Heisuke are the same age, your personality is completely different. Do you know, Hajime? There are things in you that we don't have, so sometimes we can't make it through You can't walk the road that you can't walk, but you can walk it... very smoothly." That's why you can be the one who lives the longest among us, isn't it?

"Speak less." For some reason, Saito suddenly felt that Okita, who was standing next to him at this moment, was actually far away from him, as if his destination was not here, "When I come back, you want Give me back the scarf with your own hands."

Okita couldn't help laughing: "Of course, I can still afford to wait for this little time."

Saito left, until tomorrow, he will leave the Shinsengumi, follow Ito, and embark on a new journey.

Okita took small sips of water to moisten his dry throat, and the burning pain in his lungs gradually subsided.He wrapped Saito's scarf around and lay down on the bed again.

Qingguang's somewhat tangled voice came from beside him: "My lord...do you like white scarves?"

"Huh? Are you dissatisfied with the white scarf?" An Ding glanced at Qing Guang

Okita looked at Qingguang's red scarf and laughed out loud: "I like the red one too, so, after returning to Honmaru, Qingguang, you might as well give me a scarf, and of course Anding is also. Because I suddenly discovered that the scarf is really very Warm!"

Kokotaro Ito formally left the Shinsengumi with Saitoichi, Todo Heisuke and others, and later formed the Imperial Tomb Guards, among whom Saitoichi was a spy installed by the Shinsengumi.

On the [-]st of [-], the Amokoji incident broke out, Kokotaro Ito was assassinated by the Shinsengumi, and Heisuke Todo, who was supposed to die in this battle, was taken back to the village after being seriously injured.

"Damn it!" Nagakura Shinpachi knocked on the table fiercely, "As a samurai, it is inevitable to die on the battlefield, right? Why did Hirasuke agree to become a Rakshasa? Rakshasa... can be called For what?"

Zuo Zhisuke leaned against the wall and wiped his diaper: "I heard that every night, some members of Mr. Shannan's Rakshasa army will go to Kyoto to patrol, and the next morning, there will be some blood sucked in the city of Kyoto." dead body..."

Shinpachi bit his lips fiercely, with an expression of resignation: "Why did the Shinsengumi become like this at the beginning? He became a running dog of those generals in the shogunate, and studied Raksha, who is neither human nor ghost... "

Standing outside the wall and listening to all this, Tufang closed his eyes tiredly: "Do you also think we did something wrong? Director..."

"How could it be?" Okita, who was wearing a white bathrobe and a black haori casually, still smiled like that, "We are Mibu wolves, and we are not good people. Even though we have always regarded ourselves as the defenders of the law and order in Kyoto, everyone You know, our job is to kill people. How to choose between other people's lives and our own lives, don't you need to think about it at all?"

Hijikata rubbed his brows: "It would be great if everyone could see it as thoroughly as you do. Sakamoto Ryoma is dead, and the charges are being placed on the Shinsengumi's head. War... will break out soon."

"Yeah..." In just one year after the outbreak of Toba Fushimi, the Shinsengumi continued to fall apart, and their core members would die one after another until Hijikata was forced to go to save the last members of the Shinsengumi. Hakodate rescued, and eventually died of stray bullets.

Okita remembered [Bian Ruo Shui], Mr. Heisuke Shannan, who was supposed to die, miraculously survived because of [Bian Ruo Shui].Although history cannot be said to have changed beyond recognition, at least it is not the history he has experienced before

Perhaps Mr. Kondo can also...

No, a man as upright as Mr. Kondo would not want to linger in the dark even if he died!