A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

Chapter 177 The Red-Haired Boy, A Sharp Sword About to Be Drawn

"Did I use too much force?"

No, that's not right. It's that his cultivation isn't up to par yet.

He quickly dismissed his own mistakes and reaffirmed his resolve to follow the Dao.

Ignoring Okita Souji, who was lying unconscious on the ground with his face swollen and blood flowing from his nose, no longer resembling a handsome young man, Taichi turned his wrist so that the blade faced inward as Kiyokawa Hachiro struggled to his feet, looking terrified.

"Who are you?! I am Kiyokawa Hachiro, a righteous man who reveres the Emperor and expels the barbarians!"

"Killing me would be irresponsible to the people and even the country!"

Oh?

Raising an eyebrow, Taiichi carefully observed Kiyokawa Hachiro, recalling information about him in his mind.

This guy seems to be the leader of the Kyoto Ronin Corps that protected Tokugawa Iemochi on his journey to Kyoto.

They were able to organize so many people, and later planned to develop these samurai into a vanguard force against the shogunate, and even planned an uprising in Yokohama.

Hmm... she's a talented person, but as for cherry blossoms, it's best to continue with the country's isolation.

What's wrong with the shogunate? What's wrong with someone who wants to close the gates and live only their own life?

Of course, reform is also an option, and Taiyi also misses the days before he traveled through time.

After all, there isn't even a decent road now, and the shoes we wear are so tight that they squeeze our toes. Modern people should live a modern life.

He supports all of this, provided that he can control such changes.

"Who am I? Why do you always ask such pointless questions?"

"Since you're so eager to know..."

A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over Taiyi, who knew it wasn't a problem with him, but rather a sign that he was about to be pulled back into the acupoint space.

Swish!

A flash of cold light appeared, and Kiyokawa Hachiro felt a light flash on his neck. Then everything in his vision began to tilt backward.

I was beheaded?

Wow, that's a really fast knife...

"what!!!"

"Don't look!"

“How cruel!”

The onlookers in the distance, watching Kiyokawa Hachiro's head fall to the ground, unconsciously shrank their necks, and some even reached out and touched their own heads.

The blood gushing from the wound quickly spread along the ground, eventually forming a pattern with jagged edges, resembling flower petals, due to the uneven road surface.

[Soul Power +39]

"Life blossoms amidst slaughter, its form like a flower, splendid and colorful."

Seeing the bewildered look in Kiyokawa Hachiro's eyes, even though there was no blood on the blade, he instinctively swung it, then said in a cold voice:

"I am the leader of the Radiant Sun Sect, and my name is Taihao."

"I have a strong aversion to people like you who advocate expelling foreigners. If possible..."

Taiyi raised the tip of his knife, pointed it at the onlookers in front of him, and then turned his body.

Those who were pointed at quickly raised their hands to cover their faces and turned their bodies away, not daring to look at the person in the eye.

Seeing this, Taiyi, hidden behind the mask, laughed and continued:

"I really want to kill you all, hahaha."

With a light touch of the toes, I returned to the third floor of the tavern.

Stepping on the tatami mats soaked in blood, Taiichi came to Afeng and, with a flourish, sat down in front of her.

"I'm afraid you'll have to work hard in the days to come."

As they spoke, the white cloth scattered on the ground slowly rose up, once again completely covering the opening of the Mortal Blade.

Ah Feng's eyes lit up, then he lowered his head, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and said softly:

"It is my honor, Lord Taihao."

There was no answer, and silence fell again in the room.

Knowing that the man in front of him, the man who called himself Hao, might have reverted to his usual dull self, Afeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I finally know your name, that's great.

She got up and helped Taiyi put on his clothes, then, as usual, took his hand and walked towards the door.

As he stepped out the door and was about to go downstairs, Ah Feng glanced at the room behind him out of the corner of his eye, and his gaze turned much colder.

"It seems someone wants to kill us."

If it weren't for Lord Taihao's continued heroic efforts in killing all of them, her so-called preaching today would have been nothing more than lambs to the slaughter, a futile sacrifice.

So, at this time, shouldn't I start developing some followers who are highly skilled in martial arts and exceptionally intelligent?

......

One week later, in Mibu Village, at the residence of Yagi Gennojo.

Because of the murder of Kiyokawa Hachiro in the street, the Kyoto Guardian ordered its subordinate department, the former Kyoto Shojidai (Kyoto Police Station Chief), which was specifically responsible for maintaining order in Kyoto, to conduct an investigation.

The results were shocking; I was surprised when I checked.

This Kiyokawa Hachiro was truly a righteous man who respected the emperor and expelled the barbarians, and also a standard rebel.

Furthermore, a plan for an uprising was discovered among his belongings.

One of the plans was to announce the shogunate's crimes at Kyotoku-ji Temple, then organize a force of nearly 200 ronin samurai to blockade Yokohama Port and launch an uprising there.

Knowing all this, Matsudaira Yasutaka no longer dared to leave these ronin in Kyoto.

After discussing it with Emperor Komei, he immediately ordered that these people be sent back to where they came from.

But there are always some people who, for various reasons, did not leave.

For example, the Mito samurai led by Serizawa Kamo, and people like Kondo Isami.

Their reason for staying was simple: since they were already here, how could they not make something of themselves?

Besides, the general is about to arrive in Kyoto; how can he manage without his own people protecting him?

On this point, Serizawa Kamo and Kondo Isami and others hit it off and chose to set up camp in Mibu Village near Kyoto.

The settlement they chose was a house they rented from Yagi Gennojo.

At that moment, in the camp, Kondo Isami and others were in a large house, mocking Okita Souji, who was having medicine applied by Yukimura Chizuru.

"Hahaha, Chief, this isn't good either."

"We heard that our genius swordsman was slapped in the face with the back of a sword and sent flying?"

"Yes, she even fainted. It was a smart choice. If it were me, I wouldn't have thought of faking it."

Bang!

Hearing the ridicule from the crowd, Okita Souji immediately slammed his hand on the tatami mat and exclaimed excitedly:

"I wasn't faking it! I was really knocked unconscious!"

The room suddenly fell silent. Then, Kondo Isami, Hijikata Toshizo, and Yamanami Keisuke, among others, all had wet eyes and flushed faces, as if they had been holding their breath for a long time.

"puff!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Did you hear that? He really got knocked out!"

As Okita Souji laughed, his head slowly drooped. The low pressure emanating from his body caused Yukimura Chizuru, who was holding the ointment, to open her mouth wide, her eyes turning into round whites, and two electric wave stripes popping out on the sides of her head.

Baka yarou, let's duel! My brothers!

Okita Souji pounced like a hungry tiger, first attacking Kondo Isami, who was laughing loudly with his head tilted back.

Then, sounds of playful fighting came from inside the house, while the landlord, Yagi Gennojo, stood by, grinning foolishly.

While they were having fun here, in a village on the outskirts of Kyoto, a group of people sat together, their faces full of resentment.

"Lord Katsura Kogoro, this guy from the Holy Sun Cult is so arrogant!"

"How dare they obstruct the great cause of expelling the barbarians! They deserve to die!"

"Heaven will punish them! They must be punished by Heaven!"

Nodding, Katsura Kogoro, who had come to Kyoto from Satsuma, also agreed with his companions' suggestion.

However, when the topic of who should carry out the divine punishment came up, everyone began to show signs of difficulty.

It's not that they dare not, but that these people's martial arts skills are no different from those of a lamb to the slaughter in front of Taiyi.

Seeing everyone fall silent again, Katsura Kogoro's lips curled into a slight smile, and he slowly said:

"Don't worry, everyone. I've already found someone to take the blame for Tianzhu."

"Oh? Lord Katsura Kogoro, who is this person you're talking about?"

"What? They've been sitting inside for so long, and you haven't even noticed? That's so rude."

Following Katsura Kogoro's gaze, everyone gradually shifted to a red-haired boy leaning against the wall in the corner, with a sword resting on his shoulder and his head bowed.