Compared to Songyang, students are more afraid of standing at the school gate in sportswear every morning to check in.

It’s not because of the scar on his face, but because the director always has a stern face and rarely smiles a lot.

But he doesn't have a smile at all, but he always smiles behind his back.

Before a student accidentally discovered that the dean looked at the students' progressive sports performance charts and smiled with a gratitude on his back, all the students thought that the dean would not smile at all.

After that, I realized that the director just didn’t like to laugh in front of the students, he just pretended to be serious.

Long physical education classes are always very strict, and students will have strict requirements on all physical fitness and are very serious.

Therefore, students always ask for help from the gentler Song Yang watching the class during physical education class, trying to lower the standards in this way.

But... it's useless.

...

When Jiang Cheng came outside this remote primary school located in the deep mountains of the countryside, he was wearing a sports suit and a whistle tied around his neck and was taking more than a dozen students to take physical education classes on the playground.

"It's still one second away from the full score, keep working hard."

"Hey—" The student who had just finished running dragged a long voice, "I've worked very hard."

"It's not working hard enough, do it again!"

This iron-faced king of hell is not merciless at all.

Song Yang, who was standing beside him, seemed to be unable to bear it and walked out and said, "That...the students have worked very hard, let's go for now..."

"Don't get in the way! Songyang! This is my physical education class!

They obviously have more energy! It’s too early to give up!

I can do my best, but I am perfunctory because of slackness. As a physical education teacher, I will never allow it!”

Song Yang just smiled bitterly.

My eldest disciple has really grown up, and even the teacher dares to scold me, and he has nothing to say.

but……

boom!!

After a fist smashed Leng into Mother Earth's arms, Song Yang, who felt something that had been suppressed for a long time, had a smile on his face and raised an index point to speak to the students.

"The physical education teacher suddenly fell ill, so let's have fun in today's physical education class~"

"Hi—" ×n

"No! This is my physical education class!" He spoke with a serious face without losing consciousness.

A primary school student whispered: "Teacher Songyang, it's almost done if you do it again."

Looking at the teachers and students who were making trouble in the school, Jiang Cheng felt a little moved, but he did not have much nostalgia or reluctance, so he turned around and left slowly.

At the same time, Song Yang, who was playing with the students, suddenly felt something, stopped his movements and looked out the empty school gate.

...

A few days later, Jiang Cheng, carrying a bottle of wine, came to a cemetery that had only been repaired in recent years.

In the past, this place was just a cemetery, burying Jiang Cheng and many of their former partners.

"Inoue, your sister has married a good man. Although I didn't go to the wedding for you, Gao Zai and the others have all gone."

"Yanta, the teacher has come back."

"And this country has also been saved."

“The world has also changed.”

"Your long battle... is finally over."

Jiang Cheng passed by one tombstone after another without a name, murmured with the names of his former partners.

No one would have thought that this man who can't even remember the names of women can remember so clearly the names of so many partners, or... he never forgot them.

The name of everyone here is not just an ordinary name for Jiang Cheng, but a vivid life.

Jiang Cheng is such a contradictory person. He is obviously a murderer who kills without blinking an eye, but he also values ​​life more than anyone else.

It was almost dusk, and Jiang Cheng had only the last glass of wine left in his hand.

"I'll give myself the last cup."

...

In this era, some people are not in a hurry to put their swords in their hands, such as Takasugi, and his ghost soldiers.

In this new era, there are many hidden threats, such as some shogunate fish that Sasaki missed at that time.

They hid in the corner of this country, enduring because of their weak power, and even secretly colluded with the gods and gods who were dissatisfied with the new government on Earth.

What Takasugi and the Ghost Soldiers have been doing in recent years is to spontaneously pursue and solve such guys.

Perhaps for this country, no one needs to do this now, but Takasugi still did not put down his sword or his obsession.

Maybe I feel that I can't do anything, so I want to fill my inner regrets and vacancy.

...

Just passing by Takasugi came to the cemetery.

This is also the first time Takasugi has been here.

Looking at those former comrades, Takasugi just stood quietly.

It was not until five years ago that Takasugi understood.

Fifteen years ago, on the day when the War of Resistance Against the Barbarians ended, the four of them stood in front of the graves of their comrades full of swords, and turned away in four directions as if they had made an appointment, and they were not the only one who made up their minds.

There is also a fool.

But he never revealed it.

How great it would be if...it was noticed by yourself at that moment.

He definitely looked back at that time, just like himself, but... he missed it.

Takasugi, who slowly pulled his thoughts back, turned around slowly, and was about to leave, but suddenly saw a gradually distant back not far away.

An unexpectedly similar back to that person.

Although Takasugi wanted to catch up for a moment, he finally stopped.

That person...

It's gone anymore.

...

Ezen returned to Edo and returned to Kabukicho.

He was about to go to the last stop of this unique time trip, but before he could start, a drop of cold rain hit the ground in front of him.

In just a few seconds, the drizzle fell, and in a short while, Jiang Cheng's hair and shoulders were wet.

However, he didn't care, so he raised his foot and walked towards his destination. However, at this moment, a somewhat worn-out umbrella was thrown to Jiang Cheng's feet.

"It's just a broken umbrella that has been abandoned for a long time and no one uses. If you don't dislike it, just take it, otherwise you will catch a cold."

In the bookstore on one side, Jiang Hua, standing at the counter smoking a cigarette, was soft.

"Ah...thank you."

Jiang Cheng bent down and picked up the umbrella, and thanked him softly.

...

The last place where Jiang Cheng came was not Yoshihara of the past, but in a small cemetery not far from Yoshihara.

In the drizzle, Jiang Cheng, holding an umbrella, stood in front of two tombstones, looked softly at the tombstones with the names of "Jiang Cheng" and "Yueyong" engraved respectively.

"What a fool woman..."

Jiang Cheng muttered to himself softly, and there seemed to be a bit of tenderness and complaint in his voice that was somewhat moved.

"Are you an acquaintance?"

The sound of the sun wheel came from the side.

"Ah, that's right."

"It's been more than two years." Rilun, who walked step by step with a crutch in one hand and an umbrella in the other hand, spoke with a little relief.

On the side is the thirteen-year-old who is holding an umbrella and holding two bouquets of flowers and a bottle of wine, which has obviously grown a lot.

"Is that..."

"Ah," Rilun came to Yue Yong's tombstone with a smile on his eyes, "But for this child, this is also the ending he expected. After all, some things no longer need to be protected by himself, so at the end, he can resolutely walk to the person he loves deeply without worries."

Jiang Cheng didn't answer, just looked at the tombstone in front of him quietly.

He put down his crutch and squatted down, took the bouquet of flowers in Haruta's hands, who was silent on the side, and placed them in front of the two tombstones.
To be continued...