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When the time was already around the hour (roughly 7: 00 p.m.) -
In response to Misty Hidden Talent's ruthless gaze, Shinauchi Hazawa stared at the floor and began to talk about why they had escaped from one of the seats planning to assassinate Hidekang Nojo.
The outpouring was too shocking for talent.
"For us, Kotaro the Wind Demon was everything… it was no longer painful to put ourselves in the Wind Demon clan after the death of Kotaro the Wind Demon..."
Talent loses words to this word.
- Kotaro, the wind demon, was all of these people...
This emotion could be said to be sympathetic enough to him. Because he himself, when he heard the fact that Kotaro the Wind Demon had been executed in the land of Far Edo, felt so much nothingness that he could not have stood by accident.
Regardless, in his case, it did not exceed the motto that "Kotaro the Wind Demon is someone else to himself", and the day after that, he returned to his usual duties.
But still, it was easy to imagine that the sense of loss, similar to the despair felt at that time, would have been immeasurable if he had placed himself in the wind demon.
Hiranuchi Shinazawa kept his gaze pointed down without seeing such a talent.
"I no longer had a hand in doing anything… yet like the dead, I lived my days without feeling anything. Still, time is ruthless...
As the season passed, the strong emotion in me of 'wanting to live' replaced my desire to 'act something' as it was.
So Shishi Kanae, who is here, once made up his mind.
That's "Let's do business."
"Commerce…"
Talent had a surprising voice when unexpected words came out of his mouth. In that tone and gaze, there is already no previous ruthlessness, but rather even sympathy. Did you feel comfortable with the matter, Shinauchi Shinazawa raised his face and continued?
"Shortly before being imprisoned, Master Kotaro, the wind demon, was about to be foretold the world of Tahei, washed of his feet from a sneak run, and put to good use by commerce in Edo.
I still can't forget that he smiled at me when he said, 'For all I've ever cheated on people, the rest of my life is what I want to do to people'.
Now that the wind demon Kotaro had passed away, Shira inherited his will and set up a house in Edo to start business.
But... "
"Someone appeared to disturb it..."
"Yes... that was Hirouchi Takasaka..."
"You mean the man, that one sitting chairman..."
"Yes, you're right. He took a flavor of it and visited the store from time to time, getting in the way of business. And every time he said," If you continue to work for me as a sneak, let me set up a shop here. "
"How was your town service? If it were so obvious, it would be tightly controlled."
"No… apparently Takasaka has a connection to the Shogun's chief minister, and there is no blame whatsoever for any miserable work"
"The chief minister of the Shogun..."
"Yes… I don't know who that is. But to interfere so badly, it was no longer difficult to keep doing business.
That was the time. 'I have a big job to do. If this job goes well, why don't we promise that we won't do it any more? Only this time, please help me,' said Takasaka, desperately bowing his head himself.
Without knowing what kind of work it was, he reluctantly put himself on one of those seats dressed as a traveler, just in case he said, "When this job is done, you won't be giving a hand." There were all my former companions, the Wind Demons, and I felt nostalgic. "
The monologue within Hiranuchi Shirazawa continues.
At this point, whoever no longer doubted them was alone, including the talented one. Not so long ago, the appearance of Hiranuchi Shinazawa, who repented and continued desperately with shaking his shoulders, was nothing but a reflection of the truth in his chest.
"So you found out what that 'job' is... you mean?
"Yes. It wasn't until after I reached the land of Nagahama that I found out about it.
At a banquet hall held after the installation of the temporary stage and the Negijo cabin in Nagahama, he was told, "I will make a certain person deceased."
"That's... Lord Echimae..."
Hiranuchi Tsuzawa nodded in response to the question of talent.
"I don't know how that happened, but Sir Echimae is supposed to see the Takasaka Seat dance after he arrives on the land of Nagahama.
In the middle of that dance, they attacked me all at once... and they asked me what I should do. "
"So I couldn't stand the blame of my conscience and escaped from one seat..."
"Yes… in fact, this is a dancer, lying low on her face."
"Because all the dancers are supposed to be killed to seal their mouths...?
To the words of talent that come to be said one after the other precisely, Shinauchi Shinazawa rounds his eyes and shakes his neck vertically again. All the other faces stared at the talent with a surprising look on their face. But Jiazuo himself went on without passing through such a gaze.
"But the stomach there, he knew the hand was supposed to be on some kind of clap..."
"Yes... you are right. But it went into the ear of Takasaka, and he commanded me that it should be a sign."
"But you didn't intend to lend a hand to Takasaka any more than you did, because your lords escaped with their stomachs."
I cut the conversation that far and exhaled a lot of talent.
Everyone on this scene is struck in the chest by Hiranuchi Hazawa's appearance and seems to believe the words without any cloudiness.
Of course, Giorzo never found any falsehoods in his previous conversations...
Some discomfort, large and small, appeared as a lump in his chest.
Among other things, he decided to ask about the greatest discomfort.
It's...
"You lords... you mean you could have farewell to that boy...?
That's what I meant.
Needless to say, "that boy" at this time.
It's about the "that boy" who was a member of that throne and was almost unconscious just because he was physically and mentally trained and talented to see it.
The figure is a symbol of the wind demon…
Because it was Kotaro the Wind Demon himself...
However, the reaction between Hiranuchi Tsuzawa and Hiranuchi Tsuji was too unexpected for Takazo.
No, it's not like they had some kind of overreaction.
Rather, it was the other way around.
Yes, they...
It was unresponsive.
"What...?
Unexpectedly, from the mouth of the talented, the sound emitted unconsciously from his throat leaks when he is poked at the intention.
Yet Hiranuchi Tsuzawa and the others looked at the talent in a strange way, deepening the wrinkles between their brows. And they spoken.
"I don't belong in one place, boys... but they're all wind demon men who remember their arms, and they're all at the right age..."
"Stupid...! That can't be right! Tenzo! Your Lord would have seen that too! About that white boy who was whistling in the corner of the stage!
"I was indeed there..."
"Here! You would have heard me! Sure the boy should stay!!
"But... I don't remember him at all..."
- Why? What the hell is going on!?
In the head of the talented, confusion begins to appear.
- Stay in the place without anyone remembering... you can't possibly do that...
That's an extremely serious idea.
But even deny that "legitimacy"... if I tell you, does that boy even make it possible to transcend the natural dishes...
When I think in my mind as such, the 'fear' emotion begins to cover my talent chest by becoming a black cloud.
At the heart of his chest like that...
The appearance of a pure white boy with a smile full of 'mercy'...
Yes... he felt exactly the same thing as he did when he was a "talented boy".
It is a thumbnail included by Fear and Mercy…
Exactly the Yin and Sun solar map itself.
… and it was then…
"It will be all right. I can't take any more time."
And he began to compartmentalize the scene again so that Sasuke would sprinkle with water.
Talent finally returned to me with that voice.
"Wait...! I still need to ask…"
and tried to block the flow on the spot trying to move forward, but Sasuke shook his neck to the side and controlled him.
"There's no time for this anymore. Besides, we would all have found these men worthy of trust. That's enough for now. This is not the case if you are attached to the interest of one talented person any more.
At dawn when this operation is over, just ask me what it is. "
To the words of Sasuke, Giorzo rounded his eyes.
"Operation... so...?
Sasuke looked around and spoke aloud.
"We're launching a night raid on their Negijo tonight!!
That's the opposite of that tentative audience, where talent was so determined...
That meant choosing to "attack" instead of "protect".
And before he could think with his head, he screamed with his instincts.
"Han! That will never be all!!
and…
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Ugly Moment of the Day (Around 2am) -
In one of the biggest inns in the city of Nagahama, a man fell asleep and next to him sat a man who would take care of his favorite volcano gun.
The sleeping man asked with his back to the other.
"Why didn't your lord go?
The man questioned keeps gently stroking the barrel with the hand plush in his hand. I answered briefly, without stopping that hand.
"... at my gain, it doesn't help. The sound is too loud..."
Of course, by "gain" I would be referring here to a gun that is now being cared for with gentle hands.
From the thinning of the clouds, the moon plunges a hint of light into the room.
Then came the righteous side of the man who loves guns.
It's...
It was Tenzo.
And the man falling asleep...
He was the one who hid the fog.
They were about to spend a quiet night in this inn, away from the rest of them, because approximately half an hour before this, Giorzo was drunk by Sasuke in a room in a teahouse.
- It does nothing on the battlefield, such as those with "fear" in their chests like that!! For talent, let's get you down here!!
"Am I afraid..."
Talent Zao, who remembered the matter, snapped as he looked up at the ceiling.
He was also tired of the day, or in his hazy consciousness, organizing his emotions.
- Fear, etc... not. But... I don't want to confront you...
If you call that "fear," you might be right. You seem to be able to say it, you're not. He slowly closed his eyes as he entrusted his heart to such a strange feeling.
The winddemons who are drawn by Hiranai Shinazawa, who already know the internal circumstances, and furthermore agree with them, say that there are a few of them in this throne. That means there are many insiders.
In this situation, there is no reason for Rokuro Haino, the staff member, to strike badly, and perhaps by the time the morning sun rises two minutes later, several people living in the unknown 'darkness' must be lying on the outskirts of Nagahama, unspeakable.
- That's all, the Wind Demons...
It was then that I thought about it like a fluttering algae floating on the water...
"Wait... 'Everything, Wind Demon'... that can't be right"
but suddenly woke up foggy hidden talent. But Shizukuzo was never surprised, and he stared at him quietly like that. Talent is also talented and keeps talking to himself without worrying about Tenzo or anything else.
"At least that man... i.e. the sitter Hiranuchi Takasaka is not a wind demon. Besides, isn't there another odd thing!?
This inquiry was not directed at Shinokuzo.
It's called asking yourself. And as it stands, Talent began to answer himself.
"The sight I saw and the words of Hiranuchi Tsuzawa... there's a clear contradiction between those two!!
With the words uttered, Giorzo leapt out the window with the sneaking knife on his back that was standing against the wall. Tenzo also follows his back and throws himself into the darkness of a quiet long beach.
Then, in a way that did not make a sound characteristic of the sneak, he pushed forward to the desired place in a straight line.
"If... if the answer to my perceived inconsistency is correct..."
Talent clenches his teeth and wrinkles between his eyebrows. And the last word was hidden in his chest.
- Sasuke and the others... are wiped out...