The Last Samurai of Tennis Shinsengumi

"It's a bad start, Chief, you've always been good at this kind of morale-destroying thing. Sure enough, it's better for you to be hidden by the snow!" Harada picked up the beat, walked towards the venue full of fighting spirit, and before leaving He didn't forget to hit the chief executive with a few words. This was his unique way of caring.

"Hey~, I'm learning from Harada-kun!" The chief alluded to the fact that Harada lost to Matsudaira Sadaka in the last match against Hyotei.

"Hmph! Let me show you my true strength today!" Harada replied indifferently, before standing side by side with Yamazaki, the two looked at each other, snorted coldly, and turned their heads away wordlessly.When the two met for the first time since time travel, they formed a bond, and since then they have secretly competed, and no one wants to lose to the other.Under this situation, the fighting spirit was silently ignited in my heart.

"Tufang-san, I finally understand why you sent these two people to play doubles together?" The chief executive narrowed his eyes and looked at Hijikata, with his usual mischievous smile on his face.

"Oh?" Earth responded casually, keeping his eyes on the opponent's funny opening.

"Tufang-san, you are so cunning. You know that the two of them are at odds, and you even send them on the field. You deliberately want to use infighting to distract the opponent and win easily!" The chief executive smiled innocently, knowing that The earth side wanted to stimulate the potential of the two people in this way, by surprise, but they wanted to satirize the earth side.

"Yeah," Tu Fang stretched out his hand and brushed his hair. This action is undoubtedly a silent comfort. He knew that the chief executive had lost the game, but he deliberately pretended not to care when he knew that the chief executive had lost the game, so he deliberately showed this expression . "I should have sent you to fight this fight if I knew it earlier. If it's funny, you won't lose to them, chief."

"Yeah, if you let me match up with Ichi-kun, I will definitely be invincible. Is it Ichi-kun?" The director pulled Saito, who was watching the battle seriously, into the water.

"Sorry, I don't have that confidence!" Saito replied seriously.

"Okay, don't play tricks, go back and rest!" Tufang said.

Looking up at Hijikata's tough eyes that didn't match his gentle tone, the chief executive compromised, "It's too much, I know this game is very exciting, Hijikata-san!" He started to beat and took a step.When he was out of everyone's sight, the chief executive looked back, with a wry smile on his face.In the past few days, the competition has been developing according to Hijikata's will. It seems that winning Shitenbaoji is no longer a problem, so the next step is to fight Takasugi and the others.In order to be able to travel back, the power of that sword is necessary. Although I don’t know what kind of story happened in another time and space, and what kind of situation they will face after they go back, but as long as there is Hijikata-san, Saito and the others I have always cared about myself, even if I am asked to face the fate that is destined to fall like a cherry blossom, there is nothing to be afraid of!Instead, I think that if I can die in such a beautiful age, what will be left to Hijikata will always be a youthful appearance, which is also a romantic thing!

Because of love, so fearless!

Because of love, so you can leave calmly!

It's time to get back the power of that sword, the chief executive left the arena and walked towards the Tokyo Museum.

"Ah, Hajime, when did you follow?" When the chief stopped the taxi, he was surprised to see Saito who followed quietly behind him.

"Always." Saito replied briefly, "Fortunately, the minister has the foresight, and you really won't go back to rest obediently."

"What, it's too much to have another person watching me!" The chief executive and Saito got into the back seat of the taxi together, and told the driver to go to the museum.

"The minister cares about you!"

"Hey, Ichi-kun," the chief suddenly poked his head and looked directly at Saito at close range, with a thoughtful expression on his face.Even Saito, who is usually immovable by eight winds, felt terrified and uneasy when he was stared at by such a pair of soul-stirring eyes at such a close distance.

"What are you doing, Chief?"

"I've been wondering if Yi-kun has that kind of intention towards Tukata-san?" The chief minister held his chin with a pensive expression on his face.

"Which is that?"

"That's the one! Because Kazukun always looks at Hijikata-san with admiration!"

"that is because……"

"Because of what?"

"Because of what, there's no need to tell you!" Saito changed the subject and said coldly, "However, I will definitely do my best to complete what the minister told me."

"Hate it, it will whet people's appetite!" the chief executive muttered dissatisfied.Saito also followed Hijikata to the testing hall. Not long after the chief executive came, Hijikata, who was traveling around in the name of selling Ishida powder medicine, brought Saito to the testing hall one evening.At the beginning, it was a routine martial arts sparring. Saito, who held a sword in his left hand, shocked everyone and defeated many masters in the test hall one after another. In the end, the chief executive couldn't bear to go out in person, and he only got a tie with him.It was only later that I realized that the mature and prudent Saito in front of me was actually two years younger than himself, and the boss stomped his feet angrily.After thinking about it, I became happy again. Since Saito is younger than me, I can play tricks on him without any scruples. People in the guard house always treat me as a junior to have fun. Now that I have an extra Saito, I can finally Promoted to senior.But he soon discovered that although Saito looked naturally dull and low-key, he was very smart. He had never been caught in the trap he set for him, and he didn't care much about his cynical senior. Buy it, so my situation has not changed at all!

"It's so sad!" The chief executive couldn't help but sigh after thinking about it.

"what?"

"It's nothing, I didn't take the money, so Yijun will pay for the car!" At least to extort a sum of money and express the anger in my heart!

"Okay!" Saito promised to take out the wallet from his body with no expression on his face, and took out the fare generously, "Driver, no need to give change!"

"My wallet!" The director yelled and grabbed it, and the taxi was already driving away like the wind! "My money!"

"It turned out to be the director's wallet. I just picked it up at the stadium. Then return it to the original owner!" Saito shrugged as if nothing had happened, and walked up the steps of the museum.

"Bastard!" The boss shouted angrily at his back!After checking the money inside, he stuffed it into the tennis bag, raised his head, and suddenly felt something strange in the atmosphere. On the steps, in front of Saito, Takasugi stood there in casual clothes, with curly hair casually With the gentle breeze blowing, the smile on his face rippled the moment he saw the chief executive, but it carried a daunting chill.

"Takasugi!"

"Director!"

The two people blurted out almost at the same time, and what different emotions are contained in the two names!Looking at each other, the good times of the past come back to my mind, but it can only add a little bit of regret and resentment to today's situation.

Takasugi exudes a strong aura that is different from that of human beings. The general manager can see a faint white light emitting from his body, which makes people unable to look directly at him.

"Boss, since you're here, it seems that you've already made up your mind to pay with blood!" Takasugi broke the silence first.

"You're wrong, I've already made up my mind to defeat you!" the chief said coldly.

"Hehe, I really dare to talk big! However, I don't want to have a boring verbal argument with you, so see you on the court!" Yukimura smiled and waved, walked past Saito, and when he passed by the general manager, The chief's body trembled involuntarily, how much love and hatred condensed in his clenched hands.

After a long time, Saito turned around and looked for the radiant figure in the crowd, his palms were already dripping with cold sweat. The Yukimura standing in front of him just now really surprised him, not because of the strong sense of oppression , but because there is no sense of existence.It was clearly in front of my eyes, but what I was facing in a trance was like a black hole.At that moment, the consciousness also underwent an incredible change. The turbulent flow of people around him seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. I was in an extremely quiet vacuum environment, and I couldn't feel any existence except myself, absolutely alone!That feeling is really scary!

"Yips!" the Chief Commander said.

"what?"

"Takasugi's super power! If you fall into his control, you will lose your sense of sight, hearing, touch, taste and smell! This is what makes him so scary!"

Came to the Bakumatsu War Memorial Hall, staring at the holy sword of the ghost clan that has experienced the baptism of countless years, the chief secretary burst into tears. The history of the ghost clan may have ended long ago, but all the memories are sealed in this sword. Among the swords.Countless blood and fire, love and hate are repeated in the long river of time. Compared with this sword, the chief executive feels that he is much happier. After all, his life is only so short for a few decades. The memory of this sword is only a moment, but the sword is an indestructible existence. Even though the ghost clan has perished, it still bears the weight of history!

But when he carefully observed the sword in the glass cover, he felt a strange feeling.The cherry blossom decoration on the sword has been worn away, and new cracks have been added to the sharp blade.However, what is even more strange is the feeling of the sword. The hostility that made ghosts and gods fear in the past has disappeared without a trace. It is the resentment accumulated by the souls killed by this sword. The blue light, if you listen carefully, you can even feel the touch of the sword, but now you can't feel it at all.There was a warm light emitting from the sword, which puzzled the chief.The sword has always been a sharp weapon for killing people, and it is something to be awe-inspiring. Why does it have such a soft and stable feeling?What kind of story happened to this sword in the days when he left?

The sword made a soft calling sound, as if calling itself, it was a kind of telepathy beyond feeling.

"Then, give me all the power and the accompanying memories!" The chief executive closed his eyes and took a deep breath, secretly mobilizing the true energy in his body, echoing the breath of the holy sword, and slowly blending into the same rhythm!A beam of light that is hard to detect with the naked eye emanates from the sword and strikes at the chief commander.At this moment, Saito suddenly rushed over and stood in front of the chief executive, all the power from the knife was directed at the beat in Saito's hand.

"What... what are you doing?" The chief executive stared at him dumbfounded, and the questioning was immediately replaced by exclamations.

The instant impact caused Saito's body to fly out and fell heavily to the ground, while the racket in his hand trembled unbelievably, and then he let go of his hand and floated into the air, all the strings snapped and snapped.Soon the beat fell to the ground again.

Although it was only a moment, it still alarmed many tourists and museum security.

"Run!" The director came to his senses, pulled Saito who was sitting on the ground and rushed out through the chaotic crowd!When he came to a secluded place, the director saw that the security guards of the museum did not chase after him, and he probably just regarded them as children playing pranks.The chief patted his chest and panted heavily, "It's so dangerous, so dangerous!" Turning his head to look at the racket in Saito's hand, he snatched it away, and the racket exuded the same warm light as the holy sword just now , vaguely felt that there was a breath flowing.

"Bastard, what are you doing!" the chief executive scolded with a bitter face.

"As you can see!" Saito took the racket back and gently stroked the broken strings. Even if he couldn't see the light, he could feel the unusual breath. The racket seemed to have a life of its own. .

"You know what you're doing?"

"I know. Takasugi will be defeated by me!" Saito remained expressionless.

"Asshole! Hajime, what an asshole!" The chief executive cursed and his voice choked up, tears streaming down his face. He knew exactly what Saito was thinking. His subordinates protect him, but how can he accept such kindness, because only he knows Takasugi's horror best.

"Director, you have such an expression, as if I bullied you!" Saito saw the sad tears of the chief for the first time. He had seen many tears of various kinds before, but they were all pretended.Such a general manager made him at a loss, and Saito was even more embarrassed when he saw the curious eyes of people who occasionally passed by outside.In fact, he is a very thin-skinned person, but he is not interested in Zouji's tricks. Facing the Zouji who showed his true feelings, Saito also panicked.

"You are what you are!" He babbled endlessly, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, the chief executive smiled embarrassedly, and quickly regained his original cynical look. "Give me the beat."

"I won't give it to you, Chief."

"Please!" The chief executive showed a pure expression and looked at Saito pitifully.

"It's useless to ask." Saito was unmoved.

"Kill you!" The expression changed rapidly, the begging smile on the corner of his mouth condensed into a blade, and his voice became dark and windy.

"You are definitely not my opponent in your current appearance!" Saito responded indifferently.

Facing Saito, who is invulnerable to swords and guns, and refuses to eat hard and soft, the general manager is completely helpless. For Hijikata, acting coquettishly, being stubborn, and being soft-hearted is somewhat useful, but for Saito, he really has no tricks at all.Sighing, I had to tell the truth.

"Yi-kun, human beings are not the opponents of the ghost clan, but Takasugi is the leader of the ghost clan, there is no need for you to take risks for me."

"Whether humans are the opponents of the ghost clan, let me prove it to you, Chief! As for my risk, it's not for you!"

Don't hit people like that!The boss looked at him bitterly.

"Director General, Minister, he will never allow you to fight Takasugi with your injuries."

"It's just playing ball, what are you talking about working hard!"

"Fighting Takasugi will definitely kill you!"

"Then you still go? Knowing that you will die!"

"I said, Takasugi will be defeated by me!" Saito said decisively, although his tone was as calm as water, the expression on his face was full of determination without hesitation.

☆, the final is coming soon