Fuji Zhouzhu Center, Fuji all/all Fuji/no cp
Semi-fictional story with Bakumatsu background, Zhen·Shawang (x)
"I want to go and see for myself." Facing the young Saeki Torajiro who joined the Mito Tengu Party enthusiastically, Fuji Shusuke could only say this.
In February of the first year of Yuanji, Fuji Shushu came to the treacherous Kyoto alone, and the legend of an era began.
"Today's Japan must have people who will burn the decadent past to the ground, and people who will deliver the babies of a new era in which all four people are equal and the country is prosperous and the people are strong." Faced with the passionate preaching of politicians, he deliberately kept his distance.
But fate and the current situation pushed him step by step towards the center of the whirlpool.
For the mission entrusted to him, for his innate genius, and to protect the people around him, he wielded the sharp blade in his hand, constantly saving and killing.
Their respective beliefs complement each other, where should the blood-stained knife tip point?
This dangerous road is full of people: family, friends, opponents, enemies... He will become a meteor that cuts through the darkness before dawn, but when people bathed in light try to recall him, they can only outline a faint smile.
And those who rise from the ashes are finally free.
Warning:
There are historical figures appearing/a lot of fabricated history/OOC apology (will add www when I think of it)
Purpose: Fujitsusuke is the absolute center