Akane Koyama squatted down and reached out to touch the water in the pool. It was cool to the bone and invigorating.
Kiyomizu Temple's Sound of Wings was famous in Kyoto. It was said that the spring water here was rich in spiritual energy, and it was a good source of tea. In fact, there was a tea house not far from here, and the owner was a kind-looking old lady.
"Are you hungry? We've been walking for a long time. Let's get something to eat, "Akane said to Zhang Heng after getting up.
"Sure." The latter had no idea what he did wrong. Along the way, Akane had been cold to him. Zhang Heng thought for a while and said, "Since you're treating me to sushi, I'll treat you to tea."
Akane did not comment. The two came to the tea house with the blue curtains, lifted the curtain, and walked in.
The waiter in the tea house walked up to them. "What would you like to eat?"
Zhang Heng looked around and was about to find a seat when he heard Akane Koyama exclaim softly. "Why are you here?" she said to Zhang Heng.
Following Akane's gaze, Zhang Heng saw a young man.
At first glance, Zhang Heng knew who he was. Just as Akane had described, he did have a hearty and naive air that was different from ordinary people.
Considering his age and the blood on his hands, this kind of hearty and naivety was even more precious, even incredible. But now, there was a hint of embarrassment and embarrassment on his face. He looked at Akane Koyama as if begging her not to ask any more questions.
Akane raised her eyebrows. "What's the purpose of Shinsengumi coming here? Kiyomizu Temple is a pure Buddhist land. You'd better not mess around. "
"No, no, no. You misunderstand." The young man quickly waved his hand. "It has nothing to do with Shinsengumi. I came here on my own."
As he spoke, he glanced at the door of the tea house anxiously.
"Huh?" Akane's doubts grew. From the looks of it, the young man was planning to ambush someone here. Could it be that he had received news in advance that an important figure from the Tobaku faction would appear here?
"Hey, it's not what you think," the young man explained. The young man argued, but then he seemed to see something outside the tea house. His face turned red, and he quickly retracted his gaze.
Akane Koyama wanted to ask more questions. She didn't care about the feud between the Shinsengumi and the Tobaku, but if the two sides were to fight, they couldn't do it in the temple. Otherwise, the thousand-year-old temple would suffer.
However, before she could ask again, someone grabbed her hand.
"Let's find a place to sit first. I still don't know what tea to drink," Zhang Heng said.
"Huh?" Shocked, Akane Koyama could no longer care about what was happening on the other side. The warmth from her palm made all the messy thoughts that she had tried so hard to suppress jump out, and it was as if something had exploded in her head.
Just like that, she followed Zhang Heng and sat at a table. At this time, another girl and an old woman walked into the shop.
If Akane Koyama was as hard as a well-tempered longsword, then this girl was as gentle as the sun in March. The moment she walked in, she immediately lit up the small tea house.
The young man buried his head even lower, like a drunkard. However, the tea house next to Sound of Wings did not sell alcohol.
The girl looked straight ahead and asked the waiter for a rice cake to pack. Then, she thanked him in a soft voice and left the tea house.
It was not until her figure disappeared outside the door that the young man straightened his back and stared at the teacup in front of him. His expression was full of disappointment.
Akane Koyama was amused and annoyed at the same time. "Whose girl is she?" she asked.
"Huh?" The young man scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "Ah, I haven't asked. I met her by accident at Dr. Tezuka's house."
As he spoke, he covered his mouth and coughed, and his face turned even redder. This incident was really not something to be proud of. He heard that the girl would come to Sound of Wings for water, so he sneaked here and waited for her. Before Akane Koyama could criticize him, the young man asked curiously, "Is this your man?"
This time, it was Akane Koyama's turn to become restless. "What nonsense are you talking about?!" she snapped.
The young man was startled because Akane Koyama looked like she was going to draw her sword and chop him up. The young man could not help but mutter in his heart, 'Miss Saya is indeed more gentle and cute.'
The next moment, he heard a voice calling his name. "Okita Soki?"
"Yes." He responded subconsciously, and then saw the person who spoke. It was the man next to Akane Koyama. "How do you know my name, sir?" he asked curiously.
"The number one master of the Ninsei Wolves. There are many stories about you in Kyoto," Zhang Heng said, but he sighed slightly in his heart. It really was him.
Okita Soki was probably the only person in the Shinsengumi who was easy to talk to. It was not that he had killed fewer people. In fact, the number of people who fell under his sword was no less than anyone else in the group. However, he had a good relationship with the director, Kondo Isami. He would do whatever the latter asked him to do, and he would not think too much about it. Instead, he still retained a carefree temperament.
He was like the sharpest sword in Kondo Isami's hand, and there was no distinction between good and evil in the sword itself.
In Hijikata's words, this was a good thing. It saved him the trouble of thinking about nothing.
Unfortunately, the Shinsengumi's number one elite, the young man known as the Bakumatsu Heavenly Blade, did not have much time left to live. He was suffering from tuberculosis, an incurable disease in this era. If Zhang Heng remembered correctly, next year, which was Keio 4, would be the day of his death.
But now, he was just like other teenagers of the same age, secretly in love with the girl he liked. To catch a glimpse of her, he came to Kiyomizu-dera early in the morning.
"You flatter me too much. It's just a joke. Kondo-sensei, Hijikata, and Oishi Kajirou are all better than me," Okita said modestly.
"When are you free? Come to the dojo and let's compete," Zhang Heng said.
Okita Soki was regarded as a genius who died young. Although he was only in his early twenties, many people believed that he was not only the number one master of the Shinsengumi, but also the number one swordsman in Kyoto. Zhang Heng would certainly not let go of such a person.
He also wanted to see what the most powerful master of this era looked like.
"Okay." Okita agreed readily. "But I'm afraid I can't for the time being. I have something important to do. When I'm done, I will go to the dojo to find you."
"Is it because of the girl just now?" Akane Koyama asked.
"Ah, no, no. It's business." Okita blushed again.
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