In the dilapidated shrine, the bell rang softly in the wind.

Hajime Saito sat silently, not even looking at the girl who had fainted.

Under the flickering flames, the cherry blossoms on her forehead were flaming red. The girl's delicate face and slender body were on full display.

The scratches on her cheeks were already clotted with blood.

The girl moved her fingers, but she still didn't wake up.

Hajime Saito looked over and didn't move.

He glanced at her expressionlessly. His gaze landed on her lips, which were still red from the lipstick she had applied, but they were dry.

He suddenly got up and walked towards the door.

"… Hiss … Where … is this?"

The girl slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to avoid the bright flames. She looked up with difficulty and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Where … is this?

Why am I … here?

Who … am I? "

A young man in black with a white scarf around his neck slowly approached her with a bowl of water. He met her clear and confused eyes under the light of the fire.

Hajime Saito paused and handed the bowl to her.

"Drink."

The girl took it in a daze. She came back to her senses under his puzzled gaze and hesitantly drank a few mouthfuls.

"Thank you …" she whispered.

"What's your name?"

The girl looked at the young man's cold blue eyes and murmured, "… Name?"

Saitou frowned. Looking at the other party's bewildered look, he was a little suspicious. He asked, "Where is your home?"

"Home?

… Home is gone. "The girl seemed to remember something." Name … Sakura … "

"Sakura?

No family? "Hajime Saito pursed his lips. He had always been a man of few words, but he didn't know what to say at this time.

"I … I don't remember. I don't remember why I'm here.

I … don't remember anything … "

…

Several days had passed since the day he found her.

He didn't know how many times he stopped. The purple-haired young man's calm face was filled with helplessness and confusion.

He said in a low voice, "Come out."

The red figure behind the tree shook. Finally, she moved and appeared in front of him. Her timid and sweet voice trembled, "… I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't have followed me."

"B-but … I don't want to stay …" The red-clothed girl lifted her head, revealing half of her aggrieved face.

Hajime Saito was speechless.

Although he didn't feel at ease entrusting her, who had lost her memory, to someone else, he was going to the Shinsengumi's base.

To join the Shinseng Group, battles were unavoidable. It was too dangerous for her to stay by his side.

"Also, those wandering warriors are very scary."

"If Ali is not around, I can't beat them."

"The Yamamoto couple will take care of you."

After all, he had left most of the money to that family. Saitou believed that they would take good care of her for a while.

"I, I want to follow you." Her sobbing voice made him waver.

The purple-haired youth sighed. He really didn't understand why she insisted on following him. However, since she had already run out, it wasn't realistic to go back now.

The weather in the early spring was still rather cold. The young girl's exquisite embroidered shoes were already covered with the morning dew, and her thin dress was not enough to keep her warm.

"Achoo!"

"Where are your clothes?" Hajime Saito coldly glanced at her shivering appearance.

The young girl lowered her head and muttered, "I forgot to take them."

"Let's go." The purple-haired youth, who had been silent for a long time, took the lead and left her to run behind while panting.

This way, it won't be cold anymore, right?

1863, Kyoto.

After settling the young girl down, Hajime Saito went to the Shinsengumi's base alone.

"Oh!

Saito!

Long time no see! "

Hijikata Toshizo looked at the person outside the door and smiled, using a familiar tone to greet him.

The purple-haired, blue-eyed youth was clearly in a good mood. The corner of his lips curved slightly.

"Mr. Toshizo …"

"Ah?

So it's Ichijō! "

The youth, who was leaning against the door, smirked. His green eyes were full of mischief. "I heard Mr. Toshizo's laughter from afar. I thought Mr. Toshizo had come up with another haiku that satisfied him."

Hijikata Toshizo, who had been interrupted and mocked, glared at him and said unhappily, "Director!

You! "

"Hahaha, it's just a joke." The young man named Director laughed and strode into the room to sit cross-legged.

Not long after, more footsteps could be heard in the corridor, and they gradually approached.

The short youth who came in first held his head in his hands and muttered something unhappily. The two people behind him looked helpless.

"Eh?

Saito!

Why are you here? "The short-haired man was very surprised, then turned to joy.

"Oh!

It's Saito!

You're here too! "

"Ichijō!" The short youth came closer, his face full of joy. "You're back!"

"Mm, everyone. Long time no see." Saito looked at them and nodded. His expression was very gentle.

It was difficult to read anything from that expressionless face.

"Yoshi!

To celebrate Ichijō's return, let's go to Shimahara tonight and get drunk! "

"Oh, oh!

Yay! "

The youth swung his ponytail and cheered.

"Hahaha!

Mr. Toshizo will treat us tonight! "

Okita Sōji glanced at them.

The people beside him narrowed their eyes maliciously.

"That's right!

Mr. Toshizo will treat us! "

"Hey!

You bastards! "

Because of the new companions, they were very familiar with each other. Hijikata Toshizo only jokingly scolded them a little and tacitly agreed to treat them.

Hajime Saito sat quietly at the side. When he thought of a certain someone in the hotel, he sighed in his heart.

He silently thought that after joining the Shinsengumi, she would have to be alone. After all, they were unrelated people, and it wouldn't be good to stay with them all the time.

No one knew the dangers of war better than he did.

He could lose his life at any time, and he couldn't always take care of her.

"Ichijō, what are you thinking about?

Why are you so engrossed? "

Okita Sōji stared at him with a half-smile. "Could it be that you're thinking about Mr. Toshizo when he's drunk?"

"Boss!"

The handsome man with long black hair glared at him. "I've never been drunk before!"

"Well, who knows!" Okita Soki's green eyes curved with a smile, and he changed the topic again.

"Mr. Shinsengumi, what happened just now?"

"Hey!

Kendo!

What should we do now? "An anxious and helpless voice came. Qingguang paced back and forth in her high heels while holding her original body.

"…" Kendo squatted beside the spiritual liquid pool with her original body. Ignoring the two katanas that couldn't transform, she looked at the scene on the water surface.

At the same time, he glanced at a few of his colleagues who looked anxious and worried.

Kendo pushed up her glasses and said in a low voice, "Now we can only go out when the general summons us, right?"

"But the problem is!

Master has lost her memory! "

"Are we just going to sit here and watch?"

Songxian glanced at the two Dark Falling Katanas that had been free ever since they came here.

"By the way, aren't you curious why they can transform?" Catfish Tail also squatted down and observed the water surface. The ahoge on her head swayed slightly.

"There's, there's Master's spiritual power." The Five Tigers Retreat hugged the little tiger and looked at the figure on the water surface worriedly.

"Yes!

Retreat felt it too? "Maeda and Akita nodded.

Perhaps it was because they were from the same Swordsman Sect, but Jinjian didn't feel anything. On the contrary, he happily circled around Sanchū Sōjin.

Kendo sighed and stood up to look at a certain black crane's figure in the orchard.

"This should be the general's place, right?

It's filled with the general's spiritual power. "

"It should be!

But the master is indeed not ordinary!

Wow! "California's Clear Light exclaimed in admiration as he looked around at the idyllic scenery around him.

"It would be great if there was a palace. The bamboo houses are too simple."

The surrounding Death God Fu nodded in unison, not agreeing or disagreeing.

"Now we should worry about the general's safety!"

Kendo pushed up her glasses, her purple eyes emitting a sharp light. "Is that the famous Hajime Saito of the Shinsengumi?

Although I'm very grateful to him for saving the general, he seems a little different from that person in history. "

"Ya ya!

Chirping Fox is also very angry!

It would be great if I could go out and protect the master. "

Thinking of the scene he saw when he woke up, Kendo's killing intent soared, and a cold aura was emitted.

His injuries were light, so he woke up when the general landed in this world.

If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't leave, he would have used his real body to pierce through their bodies.

Unfortunately, that Hajime Saito didn't kill them.

"No matter how I look at him, he doesn't look like him.

Purple hair, blue eyes, he looks more like our Fu Mourning God! "

Qingguang shook her head and shook her head. "After all, the Hajime Saito I saw in the Shinsengumi wasn't like this."

Horikawa Kunihiro nodded and agreed. "Indeed, it's not him."

"Then I don't understand …" The row of blades fell into deep thought.

A certain Five Swords Under Heaven who had been looking at the spiritual tea field not far away when she woke up turned her head, narrowed her dim blue eyes, and said with a smile, "I heard that there are countless small worlds in the space-time sea, these may not be the same as the space-time in history.

After all, Honmaru is in the crack of the space-time sea, and Ji Jun fell directly from above. "

"That is to say, the history here can be changed?" Horikawa Kunihiro's eyes widened.

"I don't know about this, after all, I'm just an old man … hahahaha …" Touching Jinjian's head, Sanchū Sōjin lowered his eyes.

"I'm hungry, if I can eat some tea and have a cup of tea, that would be great."

"Hey!

Sanchū!

You are a knife!

Fu Mourning God, it's okay if you don't eat! "Jinjian laughed and exposed his words, ignoring his resentful eyes.

"Ah!

Milord has encountered bad people! "Maeda exclaimed, causing several Fu Mourning God to be on tenterhooks.

A girl in a pink kimono walked on the street, and her delicate face attracted a lot of attention.

Several ryuushi followed behind her with bad intentions, and their eyes made the Fu Mourning God want to immediately jump out and dig out their eyes.

"Ah!

Damn it! "

"Master!

Let me out! "