[Comprehensive] The gap in history

Year

The atmosphere in Kyoto gradually became tense, and it seemed that even the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The members of the Shinsengumi couldn't feel the joy of the New Year, but became more busy. The Changzhou Domain's army was gradually approaching Kyoto, and the war was imminent.

In this situation, Isamu Kondo, who is the director of the Shinsengumi, naturally cannot be idle. He travels outside every day, contacts with some big figures in the shogunate, and prepares for the war.

On the morning of the [-]st, there was light snow falling in the sky. Isamu Kondo was wearing a light onion-colored haori, with a sword on his waist, and he was leading a horse and leading the team to go out.

"Mr. Kondo is going out again?" Okita came to the stable with a cup of hot tea in his hand.

"It's such a cold day, what are you doing out there, Chief? Go lie down in the room, and be careful not to catch a cold!" Kondo looked at Okita's thin body and couldn't help scolding him with some distress.

"Mr. Kondo still likes to worry so much! Don't worry, I dressed properly this time, and even if it's cold, I still have Hajime's scarf, right?"

Isamu Kondo looked at the white scarf around Okita's neck, and laughed out loud: "Haha! Didn't you take away all the scarves of that kid Saito? Hearing what he said, not only did you not return the previous scarf, Mr. He also took two from his room from time to time, and last time he complained to me that all the recent money was spent on scarves."

"It's really stingy, to sue Kondo-san for all the complaints." Okita muttered softly.

After chatting for a while, Isamu Kondo pulled the reins of the horse: "Go back and rest, Chief, I should go!"

Okita took a step forward anxiously, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but the thousands of words in his heart finally turned into one sentence: "Be careful, Mr. Kondo, I will wait for you to come back."

Kondo couldn't help but stroked Okita's hair, and laughed boldly: "It's really like a child, Souji! Don't worry, no one dares to do anything to me!"

After that, he got on his horse and gradually disappeared under Okita's gaze

Seeing Okita standing in the snow for a long time, Kiyomitsu couldn't help but say, "Why didn't you tell Mr. Kondo that the remnants of the Ito Imperial Tomb guards would shoot him halfway? History has developed to such a point that there is no need to maintain it?"

Okita stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, watching the white crystal slowly melt in his palm: "Mr. It is impossible to let Mr. Kondo, the leader, continue to live. Under the general trend of history, Mr. Kondo...will definitely die."

Snowflakes fell on Okita's hair, face, and body one by one, and then turned into water droplets and fell like tears from the sky

"Even if relying on spiritual power, one or two battles are enough, but in a war that lasts for several days, such a body is just a drag, and I will not go to the Toba Fushimi battle. So let me be selfish again, and finally In the next month, even if we are recuperating together, I want to spend more time with Mr. Kondo..."

The Battle of Toba-Fushimi broke out on [-], [-], [-], [-]. Okita Souji and Kondo Isamu were sent to Edo to recuperate due to illness and gunshot wounds respectively.

Year, month, day, after the defeat of the Shinsengumi, they returned to Edo by boat.

In the Battle of Toba Fushimi, the Shinsengumi fought desperately, and most of the team members suffered casualties, but the general who was the leader took the lead in fleeing. A depressed and depressing atmosphere enveloped the Shinsengumi

In order to find a way out for the Shinsengumi, Isamu Kondo contacted the high-level shogunate with injuries to seek support.

Hijikata Toshisan, on the other hand, is responsible for all affairs in the team and is busy all day long.

"Mr. Okita, do you feel better today? I brought you medicine." Qianzuru opened the door of Okita's room and brought the decocted medicine.

Okita stared at the medicine bowl bitterly, then closed his eyes, picked up the medicine and drank it down, his whole face wrinkled.

"Pfft!" Seeing Okita like this, Qianzuru couldn't help laughing out loud, then poured a glass of water and handed it to him, "Mr. Okita is sometimes like a child! Come, please have some tea."

Okita rinsed his mouth, but the bitter taste in his mouth still lingered for a long time: "It's really disgusting, this era. I finished eating Jinpei candy, but because of the chaos of war, there is no way to buy new ones."

Hearing Okita's complaining tone, Chizuru felt that the dark clouds over the Shinsengumi had suddenly dissipated, revealing the long-lost sunshine: "Mr. Okita... is really open-minded! Recently, the atmosphere in the team is very bad , Mr. Hijikata also works there all day..."

"Instead of complaining about the injustice of fate, it's better to cherish the people around you more. Speaking of which, this guy, Hijikata, is luckier this time than before. At least, with you by his side, he won't be the only one left in the end." Alone."

Qianzuru's face immediately turned red: "Chong, Mr. Okita, what are you talking about? Even without me, Mr. Okita, Mr. Kondo, Mr. Saito, and others, wouldn't they always be by Mr. Hijikata's side?"

"Heh~" Okita chuckled lightly, but didn't answer

Hijikata is actually the most painful and tiring member of the Shinsengumi. Although he is always stern and selfless, his affection for the Shinsengumi is definitely not inferior to anyone else.

As long as Hijikata Toshizo is alive, the Shinsengumi will not disappear.In the end, Tufang practiced his belief with his life.

Okita put on his clothes, picked up the knife beside the bed, and stood up.

"Hey? Mr. Okita, where are you going? You have to lie down properly!" Qianhe shouted quickly.

"Go and see Hijikata, aren't you worried that he won't be able to take a rest? I'm fine, go prepare something to eat, I'll have dinner with him." After finishing speaking, Okita walked to Hijikata's room

"Dong dong dong", Okita knocked on Hijikata's door.

"What's the matter?" Tufang's slightly irritable voice came from the room.

Okita didn't answer, but directly opened the door and walked in.

The floor was covered with papers one after another, some of which were not needed after being half written, some were crossed out after a few strokes, and some were crumpled up and thrown away

"Mr. Okita! Please persuade the master, he has not closed his eyes." Horikawa saw Okita first, and said impatiently.

Okita nodded to Horikawa, and then shifted his gaze to Izumi Mamoru who was feeling a little depressed.

Izumi Mori looked up at Okita weakly, and said casually, "It's you."

Then fell into depression

Okita put the California Kiyomitsu and Heyama Mori Anding in his hands next to Izumi, gestured with his mouth for Kiyomitsu and Anding to chat with Izumi, and then sat silently next to Hijikata

Although the knife can finally be touched at close range now, the knife has no desire to join hands, but sits silently.

In the end, Kiyomitsu poked Horikawa with his elbow: "What are you two doing with such sad faces?"

Horikawa looked at Hijikata's back with a worried look on his face: "California, tell me, what will happen to Master and the others in the end?"

Qing Guang turned his face away, as if he didn't want to talk about this issue: "Can't you guess this kind of thing?"

"Why?" Izumi Mori lowered his head and burst out suddenly, "Okita is dying! Why can you accept all this with such a relaxed face? He is your master! And he can see you... I How I wish Mr. Hijikata could see us instead of being unable to comfort us like this."

"Huh? Are you trying to fight? Izumi Mori Kanesada!" Qingguang's face also sank, "What do you know? How do you know that An Ding and I are not sad? You are the one who knows nothing!"

Horikawa quickly grabbed Izumi Mamoru who wanted to continue the quarrel, and apologized to Kiyomitsu: "I'm sorry, Kane-san is in a bad mood, he just... cares too much about the master."

Izumi Shou gradually calmed down: "I'm sorry, I just... envy you a little bit." Envy that you can be seen, that's all.

Kiyomitsu waved his hand to show that he didn't mind, and then stared at Okita who was sitting next to Hijikata.

Although watching Okita's body decline day by day, and knowing exactly when he will die, is a very, very painful thing

But compared to Izumi Mamoru, Horikawa, and Nagasoya Kotoru, are they not lucky?At least, this time Okita can see them, at least, Okita's death again is not the end, but the beginning.

Perhaps, after he and An Ding returned to Honmaru, they should bully Izumi Shou less often?

"Ahem..." Okita couldn't help coughing out the body's protest

Hijikata turned his head abruptly, and saw Okita who was covering his mouth and coughing, his brows were deeply frowned: "Why don't you lie down here, what are you doing here?"

"Cough... It's too boring to eat alone, so I came to see you." Okita squinted his eyes and smiled brightly, not affected by Hijikata's harsh tone at all.

Tufang frowned even tighter: "Go back! I don't have time to joke with you."

Okita intentionally made a sad expression: "I only have a month left, why don't you want to have a meal with me?"

Hijikata's hands trembled, and the brush in his hand left a clear blotch of ink on the paper: "Don't say such things, Director! Take good care of your illness, and your body will get better."

"Since you want me to get better, then obediently accompany me to eat!"

Hijikata looked at Okita's smile, and his heavy heart seemed to be a little lighter. He put down the brush and said, "Only this time."

After a while, Qianzuru brought over the prepared meals, and smiled happily as he saw Hijikata who was no longer immersed in paperwork.

Okita looked at Hijikata destroying the food like wind and clouds, and suddenly said: "Drink it, it will become like water."

The chopsticks that Tufang stretched out suddenly stopped: "Who told you?"

"Guess."

Although far less sensitive than in Honmaru, Okita, who possesses spiritual power, still noticed a slight difference in the aura of Hijikata, which was exactly the same feeling as that of Yamanan Heisuke

"Now that you know, I can only tell you, don't drink it, don't drink it anyway. Mr. Shannan secretly researched that Bianruo water has no effect on diseases. If you drink it, it won't prolong your life, but it will..." Tufang said When it stops here, it becomes like water. Only those who have drunk it will realize the feeling of the continuous loss of vitality in the body.

"Ah, I know." Of course Okita knew, how could this magical medicine that seems to be able to bring the dead back to life without any price?

The meal was finished quickly, and Hijikata looked at the food in front of Okita, who had only touched a third of it, and lowered his eyes: "Go back and rest!"

"Yes, yes, after all, it is the order of the deputy commander of the devil~" Okita picked up the sword again, nodded goodbye to Izumi Mori and Horikawa, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly added, "Your sword looks like you are crying with worry." It’s out! If you don’t rest, beware of their strike!”

"Hmph! This kid." Looking at the closed door again, Hijikata cursed with a smile, then walked to the knife rest, looked at Izumi Mori Kanesada and Horikawa Kunihiro

How could the knife cry?No matter how you think about it, it's impossible

But just when Hijikata was about to turn around and continue working, he suddenly remembered how Okita would hold a knife wherever he went.

Even if you are sick like this, are you still unwilling to put down the knife in your hand?

Speaking of which, after the Toba Fushimi War, it was true that the sword had not been properly maintained.

The earthworker finally dug out the tool and carefully maintained the knife

Hijikata, who usually seems ruthless, has an unimaginable gentleness on his face when facing his love sword.

The sun shone in through the shoji door, Hijikata's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he leaned against the wall to take a nap.

Izumi Mori Kanesada's body was placed on Hijikata's lap, still in the posture of being wiped by Hijikata.

Slowly, the translucent Izumi Mamoru got down on his body, and carefully placed his head on Hijikata's leg. Horikawa smiled, and followed Izumi Mamoru's example and slept on Hijikata's other leg.

In this place where no one can see, Izumi Mori and Horikawa cuddled up to Hijikata and fell into a sweet dreamland.