The subordinate ninjas all have special skills, and he is the strongest in physical skills among them.

The executioner Battosai in such a state would have no chance of survival under his taijutsu style!

Can't hear anything...

Can't see anything clearly...

But...I can't fall here...

There is one step left, only one step left!

Kenshin knelt down on one knee, held down the handle of the sword, and made a quick gesture to draw the sword.

"Uh-huh."

The sword was swung out like a full moon.

However, based on Kenshin's current state, the old man easily dodged this killing move, and instead hit Kenshin with a heavy punch on the chin.

There was a crisp sound, and blood was sprinkled on the white snow.

Kenshin stood up from the ground and swung his sword to attack the old man over and over again.

If Battousai is in good condition, the outcome of this battle is yet to be determined.

But now...

It was just the old man's unilateral devastation of Kenshin.

Xuedaba could clearly hear the sound of fighting outside the house through the howling cold wind. Even if she covered her ears, she could not stop it.

But at this moment.

All sounds disappeared.

The sound of wind, fighting, shouting, everything disappeared.

Xuedaiba released his hands, raised his head slightly as if feeling something in his heart, and looked at the Bodhisattva statue directly in front of him.

"...Qingsato...sama..."

Sight ahead.

Qingli, who was covered in blood, stood quietly in front of the statue of Bodhisattva, looking at Ba with deathly eyes, and then gently opened his palms.

In the palm of his hand was an extremely bright camellia.

Xuedaba lowered his head, his eyes full of remorse and confusion.

Qingli glanced at Ba again and looked at the bloody camellia in her hand.

At this moment, Xuedaba seemed to understand something.

She is Kenshin, so no matter what, she cannot lose her most important person again.

It has nothing to do with others.

This is only Ba's salvation.

Outside the small Buddhist hall.

After the old man knocked down the sword's heart on the snow again, he suddenly noticed someone watching from the side.

It’s Ba…

However, it's almost there.

The old man smiled faintly and took out a dagger from his arms, which was the dagger he had just snatched from Xuedaba's hand.

Ba, just use your eyes to witness this scene with your own eyes!

In your heart, the most irreplaceable person should be Qingri!

"…bar!"

Suddenly, a long roar suppressed the sound of the wind and snow.

With strong faith, the young man moved forward step by step.

"I killed people with my sword for the happiness of all people in the world, but you lost your happiness because of it. I took away the most important thing from you, but you didn't even know that I still treated you..."

"I...have no qualifications to protect you at all."

Kiyosato's death, the tenderness in the wooden house, countless images were tumbling through Kenshin's mind.

Once again, Kenshin raised the sword in his hand.

As early as he walked here step by step, he had already strengthened his belief.

So no matter what, he will not hesitate again.

"Despite this, I still...want...to protect you!"

The light blue shawl unfolds in the wind.

The cold sword light slashed violently against the wind and snow.

The world suddenly became quiet at this moment.

The world occupied by black and red appeared again, and a pair of white hands gently stretched out from behind to cover Kenshin's eyes.

In my ears, Ba's gentle voice echoed vaguely.

“Our medicines sell better than expected”

"Nothing, you seem to be enjoying the meal"

"But, I always feel like something is missing."

"In the evening, I admired the autumn madder"

Kenshin also stretched out his hand and gently touched the hand that touched the warmth in his heart.

Turn around.

But everything disappeared.

Only the red petals flying in the sky were flying in the darkness.

Kenshin took two steps forward, trying to find the person who had just given him unprecedented tenderness.

At this time.

He seemed to feel something.

Chasing the familiar long black hair that flashed past his eyes.

Look back again.

I saw the setting sun like blood, and a light blue shawl hanging on a simple tomb.

"…bar."

Kenshin's lips trembled, and his eyes stared blankly at the tomb that was built at an unknown time.

Isn’t it already agreed...

"I...want...to...protect...you..."

The blade falls.

With the sound of bones being broken, blood drew long arcs in the air, covering the light blue shawl.

Once upon a time.

He said that he didn't want blood on Rangba's things.

But…

"I really can't understand this kind of thing like a woman..."

The huge wound in his mouth caused the old man to be killed by one blow, and he fell helplessly on the snow.

Before he died, what puzzled him the most was why Yukidaiba rushed forward to block the last knife of the executioner Battousai.

Obviously for you, the most irreplaceable person should be Kiyosato, right...

Wen's blood splashed on Jianxin's face.

This time, he finally saw it clearly.

Standing in front of me is no one else, but Ba...

The old man's knife originally struck him, but Ba held it up hard, and his own knife hit two bodies at the same time.

"bar!!!"

A deep roar echoed throughout the valley.

No matter how sad the person who wielded the sword felt, the result was irreversible.

Blood stained the vast tracts of snow.

Kenshin hugged Tomoe, and liquid that he couldn't tell whether it was blood or tears slid down his cheeks.
To be continued...