I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

In the third year of Kanzheng (1791), on a certain day in April——

Kii, somewhere—

"Wait, wait a minute..." Smith, who was covered in dirt and extremely embarrassed, shouted to He Xufeng who was walking quickly in front of him, "Master He Xufeng...don't go so fast...wait for me... "

He Xufeng, who was also covered in dirt, frowned, turned his head, and glanced coldly at the arms dealer who was limping behind him.

Looking at this Englishman who was either complaining about being tired or suffering every day, He Xufeng couldn't help but start to reflect - when the Rihui Pill was blown up, he desperately took this thing that he thought was worth saving him back then. Is it the right choice for the guy to escape.

"Mr. Smith." He Xufeng said indifferently, "Please show me the energy you used to swim with the plank in your arms after the Rihui pill was blown up."

"Hold on a little longer."

"Walk a few miles further and you will arrive at the city town."

"Master He Xufeng..." Smith showed a crying expression, "Where are we going?"

"...back to Ryukyu."

"Huh?" Smith opened his eyes.

"Toyotomi...will not perish just like that!" A sharp and fierce light burst out from He Xufeng's pupils.

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In the fifth year of Kanzheng (1793), a certain day in June

Osaka, somewhere——

Duan Jilang looked at the scroll with the two big Chinese characters "Fazhu" hanging in front of him with great ambition.

"No matter how long it takes... our Fazhu team must complete the ambition of destroying the shogunate!" Duan Jiro tightly clenched his hands resting on his legs.

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