Zuomura guarded Luslan's bed, looking at this old friend who had been in Japan for almost twenty years.

"Zuocun... don't have to be sad for me... I'll see you again in the next life..."

After saying this, Lu Silan swallowed.

Zuocun didn't feel anything, just sighed.

He looked at the ceiling, not letting tears flow out.

“I have seen too many separations…”

"It turns out that it will be numb..."

He spent money to hire some people and buried Luslan by the river, next to Genzaburo Inoue.

There was not much sadness, and tears had already flowed clean.

It’s just that there is one more person to worship every year.

......

Life is very peaceful. Zuocun occasionally encounters the police chief in Kyoto when he is sweeping the grave.

From Saito Ichi's mouth, Zuomura learned a lot about the outside world.

For example, a group of people visited Europe and formally established diplomatic relations with foreigners.

For example, education reform, the new government set up small and middle schools in various parts of Japan.

Wait and wait.

Zuocun listened to these news with a smile.

"Longma...our efforts have finally not been in vain..."

He came to the beach and looked at the sea, sighing.

One day Saito came to the door.

"So... do you still want me to serve in the new government?" Zuomura looked at Saito with a fool's eyes.

Saito took a sip of cigarette: "I'm thinking too much, I'm too lazy to be their lobbyist."

"It's just that Kyoto University has opened recently and is now recruiting teachers." Saito was wearing a police uniform and looked quite energetic. "I wonder if you know several foreign languages, so I came to see if you want to be a university professor or something."

"I..." Zuocun seemed a little hesitant.

"What do you think you are hesitating?" Saito rolled his eyes and pointed to Zuocun's courtyard. "Look at what you said now, although you are not bad, you can be poor. Now it is a new era. You have to find a way to make a living."

Zuocun was silent.

He turned his head and glanced at his knife holder.

"How is it?" Saito took a sip of cigarettes again, "I won't come for the second time if you refuse. After all, I know what kind of person you are."

Zuocun pondered for a while and sighed.

“I only know English and Dutch, Russian and French, I only know spoken language.”

Saito was stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled: "That's OK."

Zuomura moved to Kyoto with Kana.

The original old house Zuocun entrusted the familiar tavern owner to help take care of him. After all, Zuocun might want to come back one day.

After more than a year of discussion and Saito was also helping, in the summer of 1875, Zuomura and several partners established Kyoto University more than ten years in advance, and established the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Kyoto University.

Kana also began to study and later became a Mandarin teacher at Kyoto National Primary School.

Zuocun gave up the sword, picked up the teaching ruler, and became a teacher.

This time, the classroom is the battlefield of Zuocun.

The students also liked this one-armed professor very much, but they had never seen this one-armed professor laughing.

In his spare time, Zuomura would drink with Saito in an izakaya in Kyoto and talk about his recent life. Katsukoro, who occasionally changed his name to Takayo Kido, would come to Kyoto to have a drink with Zuomura.

Tsurumura and Tsurumura were treasured by Zuomura and would only be taken out and put on during festivals.

In 1877, Moritoshi Saigo launched a rebellion and the war broke out again.

Zuocun chose to turn a blind eye and did not choose to participate in the war.

After the war ended, Zuocun felt a big rock weighing on his heart.

In 1979, after sending the first batch of students he brought out of the campus, Zuocun chose to resign and return to Rensheng Village.

Although I got along very happily with the students, Zuocun didn't like this feeling very much.

He lives alone in the old house of Rensheng Village, and Nai occasionally comes back to see Zuo Village.

Zuocun lived alone in Rensheng Village for several years.

1882.

The coup occurred in the 14th year of Meiji.

Under the handling of Emperor Meiji, the radicals were cleared from the top, and Zuomura shed tears for the first time after Luslan's death.

He came to Kyoto with his three knives and found Saito.

Two middle-aged men came to the izakaya.

"What are you doing in such a hurry to pull me to the Izakaya? I have to go to work tomorrow." Saito took a sip of beer and looked at Zuocun strangely.

Zuocun had a circle of beards, and he could no longer see the appearance of the handsome boy at the time. He was just an ordinary middle-aged uncle.

"You must have heard of the matter in Tokyo Prefecture." Zuomura smiled.

"I heard that, the radical guys of Okuma Shigeshino were cleared out of the top management. What's wrong?" Saito bit his mouth and looked at the eagle that could no longer fly.

"Well, so Saito...I'm no longer nostalgic..." Zuomura's eyes drooped slightly, and there was a smile on his lips.

Saito was stunned.

"Is it okay to send me a trip next time?" Zuomura looked at Saito with a smile.

Saito wanted to say something, but opened his mouth for a long time and finally nodded slowly.

"Thank you." Zuomura breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you wouldn't agree."

“…Does Hona know?”

"...I didn't tell Hina about this." Zuomura shook his head, "So please inform her later."

“…Okay.”

......

Saito took a few days off and accompanied Zuo Village to a beach in Iwatte Prefecture.

This is a high cliff.

Below the high cliff, there are stormy waves.

Zuocun shaved his beard and returned to his refreshment.

"Do you know Saito?" Zuomura sat on the cliff and looked at the sea, saying to Saito behind him, "I'm already dead after Okina died."

Saito stood behind Zuomura without saying anything.

"Ryuma...Okita...and Kondo and Tuoka...It's already a gift for my destiny to survive for so many years."

He took off the crane and inserted it directly into a stone with a scabbard.

Pheasant feathers and steed feathers are inserted beside them.

"I have many regrets, but I can't achieve them anymore. I... no longer want to stay in this world for a moment."

Saito looked at Zuomura with respect in his eyes.

Zuocun unscrewed the wine bottle and poured himself a bowl of wine.

He lifted the wine bowl high.

"respect!"

“Everyone who struggled in that era!”

After drinking the wine, Zuocun threw the wine bowl to the ground.

"Hahahahahaha-this is the last flight of the eagle!!!"

Zuocun jumped up.

Jumped high.

Like a real eagle.

The warm era has arrived, and the sun is rising. Executioner like me, please be buried in the seabed with that unrestrained era!

thump--

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Chapter completed!