Aozawa looked at the girl's serious expression and felt like jokingly suggesting a romantic commitment, but considering the customs of this era, such a joke might be taken seriously by her.
He shook his head and said, "It's all right, we're all working for the Shogunate."
After speaking, Aozawa turned his head toward the corridor, where the shadow restraints suddenly transformed into sharp blades.
Puff, puff.
The sound of blades piercing flesh echoed, and apart from Kondo Isami and Okita Soji, all the Xenophobic Patriots perished here.
Including the people downstairs.
The shadows on the ground quickly retracted, returning to Aozawa's feet.
Okita Soji, freed from the shadow's restraints, regained his mobility. He sheathed his sword and looked at Aozawa, who was standing beside Yukimura Tsuruko, lowering his eyes and saying nothing.
Even flattering requires status.
With his current status, he was not qualified to praise Aozawa's abilities.
