48 Hours a Day

The branch of the cherry tree in the courtyard was long gone, leaving only the yellow leaves of the tree.

The morning breeze blows, like a golden rain.

President Okita lifted his cheek, took a deep inhale, tasted the taste of the world that kept him company, then opened his eyes, to Zhang Hengdao, “My teacher, from the third generation of natural mind flow, Kondo Zhousuke Sensei, obtained the exemption when he was 19 years old, then came to Kyoto with his brother Yong Kondo, joined the new selection team, participated in the assassination of former directors Serizawa Duck, Naiyama Hijiro, and the subsequent Ikedaya operation, in addition to the large and small tasks, I don't remember how many people I have killed, my knife method is getting better and better, six months ago in Jiyuan, we fought side by side, but if you still look at me then, I'm afraid you will lose money next. ”

Okitan, "I had nothing to do during this period of illness but think about it every day to relieve my pain, and all I could think about during this period was the knife technique, and I looked back at almost all the previous battles, looking for and thinking about where I could improve, and it took me a long time to adjust, so I didn't lie, and now it's really my best state of mind and body. ”

“It just so happens that I've been busy raising myself lately.” Zhang Heng nodded, "It seems that we can prove to each other what we have achieved over time. ”

“Happily obeyed. ”

Director Okita lifted the wooden knife in his hand and set a momentum.

The next moment, his whole human temperament changed. Without the previous death breath, the whole person regained infinite vitality and vitality. It was almost forgotten that he was seriously ill. If Hanjiro Nakamura was like a downhill tiger, then the current Okita General Manager was like a round of moons hanging by the river at night.

He threw his shadow into the river, seemingly within reach, yet far from the sky.

“Be careful, Mr. Abe.” As Okita finished, the wooden knife was swinging behind him, while the footsteps began to move, lightly like a butterfly in a flower, almost immediately in the blink of an eye came to Zhang Heng, and faster than his steps were the wooden knife in his hand, one knife was cut off.

Zhang Heng, however, stood still and didn't move much, but his eyes never left Okita's hands.

The moment the wooden knife was struck, it was caught steadily.

But the next moment, Zhang Hengqiao shouted, Okuda's wooden knife disappeared from his sight.

Then, just for a moment, the wooden knife reappeared and struck him precisely on the back of his knife.

The wooden knife in Zhang Heng's hand went down. General Manager Okita did not waste this rare opportunity. A direct hit, he stabbed Zhang Heng's open chest. However, Zhang Heng was in danger. The way he worked out in the waves helped him again. Zhang Heng was on his side at the time of the first blow, giving way to this knife.

But this is just the beginning.

Okita grabbed the lead and attacked continuously, and the knife drilled at a knife's angle, and the knife wind lifted the fallen leaves on the ground, like a gorgeous movement.

Zhang Hengneng could clearly feel that Okuda was not talking before. He did improve a lot compared to Gion's night. If Hanjiro Nakamura was standing in front of him now, he probably wouldn't last 20 moves. Considering his current physical condition, this is almost impossible.

- Should I say I got a genius knife when I was 19? Zhang Heng was curious about the first expert in the new selection group, the man who was renowned by future generations as the dagger of the end of the curtain, not so young, what height can be reached after that.

Unfortunately, this is an answer that no one is destined to know.

But luckily, at the end of his life, two more people were able to witness the final dance of this world-class expert.

From the first moment they met, little Sandy couldn't help but hold her breath. For her, who also practiced the knife canal, there was nothing more compelling in the world than the battle before her.

Two men, perhaps the most powerful knife of the time, joined together to dedicate this battle, not surprisingly in this small courtyard, but brought her a touch straight to her soul, until a few years later, when Little Shanti became a master and recalled that much could still be gained from this battle.

Zhang Hengdu soon forgot how long after the First World War he had not felt under pressure when he was working with people.

Is that the talent gap?

While he was still trying to challenge Kyoto Avenue and raise himself a little, General Okuda had also caught up with him silently. No one knew what the big boy suffering from the illness had learned between life and death, and now they were on the same starting line again.

Nothing in this world is easier than playing chess against each other, drinking against each other.

There is no need for any extra language, Zhang Heng and General Manager Okuda can clearly feel each other's conveyed feelings. This is a spiritual and brilliant realm.

Director Okita's eyes lit up like the stars in the sky, and then his mouth rose with them, revealing that long defiant innocent and refreshing smile.

The opposite is Zhang Heng on the other side, who suddenly closed his eyes. Professor Xiao Shanxi gave him this earlier. In his view, there is little use for the mood practice, but at this moment, suddenly came to his mind.

Zhang Heng naturally entered what Xiaoshan Mingshu called a state of steadfastness. At this moment he closed his eyes, but the remaining four senses were more acute than ever.

The mind moves, the blade is oriented, and it can't stand still in the star-like sword of Okuda.

Unconsciously, tears slipped out of Little Shancy's eyes to witness the most moving scene in the world. This is the common pursuit of good things in the human heart. She can see that neither General Zhang Heng nor General Okuda have left their hands. In this war, they gave their all without reservation.

Especially Okita, who was fighting in a way that burned himself just to spark the fireworks of that moment.

Zhang Heng had also forgotten that he was seeking to break through the matter and put his whole body and mind into the battle itself. He didn't even hear the system prompts that had passed through his ears. He thought quickly in his heart about the next moves and tricks. Because the battle was too intense, the sweat on his body was vaporized and turned into white smoke. However, the next moment, the powerful momentum in front of him suddenly disappeared without signs.

The heavens and the earth return to silence, leaving nothing but a white land, clean, like nothing.

Zhang Heng knew, however, that there were signs that the man had been here.

He opened his eyes and saw that little Sandy was already in tears.