I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Huh? What are you talking about, don't you want to die?"

Hearing the strange guy in front provoking him with a tongue-playing sound more proficient than himself, more than a dozen men who were smoking under the torii immediately rushed forward with frowning, mouths and chins raised.

"Teacher Araki..."

Seeing the crowd of the opponent, worrying about Araki Sosuke's loss, Kotori Yumasumi ran down the steps anxiously.

No matter how powerful the Eliminator is, he is still just a mortal body.

"Miss Miko, don't be impatient...Let's leave this kind of matter to professionals."

Higashino Kohei raised his hand to stop him, and then walked in the direction of Araki Sousuke.

"Crack".

Surrounded by more than a dozen men glaring at him, Araki Sousuke unhurriedly took out his lighter and lit a cigarette, as if he was quite used to this atmosphere.

Seeing his calmness like a fish in water, the men of the National Essence Society felt a little uneasy.

"Huh... there is a small alley next to it, do you want to go there and have a chat?"

Sousuke Araki tilted his head towards the alley next door, and walked in first.

"Hey, your head is flooded, are you rushing to die..."

Hearing his words, the dozen or so tattooed men froze for a moment in disbelief, surrounded him maliciously, and walked into the alley where he and Kotori Yutaro used to smoke secretly.

"In this world, there is still such a stunned young man who is not afraid of death..."

Seeing Sousuke Araki walking into the alley, Funamura smiled disdainfully and said, "Little bird Yusan, you should make up your mind quickly, I'm afraid my little brothers don't care about the importance of sports, and it's not good if they play badly." It's..."

"You tell them to stop first, and we will sit down and talk about it later. If Araki-kun has anything to do, you will never get it."

He hesitated for a moment, Kotori Yutaro seemed to have made up his mind.

"As long as Xiaoniao Yousang is willing to sit down and talk, then there will be no problem... I believe our National Essence Association will be able to give this antique a satisfactory price."

Hearing him let go, Chuancun walked slowly towards the alley, as if preparing to calm down the situation.

...

Ibaraki Prefecture, inside the Ichimonji Mansion.

"Patriarch, aunt, she's dying, what should I do..."

Just when Hiroto Ichimonji turned to look at Abe Temple with a broken knife in his hand, several young people ran into the mourning hall and asked him for instructions.

Although there are family doctors in the clan, they are naturally helpless in the face of people who have lost all their blood. They can only cover their faces with a white cloth.

"Back off..."

Abe Temple held two knives and asked several people to back away.

But it was too late.

The word Yumaru moved.

Ichimonji Yumaru, who is over fifty years old and has a strong body, exploded at a speed far exceeding that of the previous Ichimonji old man.

His body lay down extremely low like an animal, almost moving forward against the ground, and he didn't even care about the "crackling" snapping sound of his hands and feet joints.

With the dance of the bewitching red sword light, blood mist erupted from the lower body of several clansmen, followed by a bright fountain.

The blood in the air continuously poured into the broken knife in Ichimonji Yumaru's hand, condensing into red crystals.

Seeing this scene, Abeji no longer cared about the old man in front of him, and the "Sunlun" long knife whirled in front of him with flames.

Two days first-class, flame slash.

The next scene left him dumbfounded.

Ichimonji Yumaru, who was walking close to the ground, actually took the same posture as him, and the broken knife circled in front of him with a red light, and made a reckless move with the same sword move as he did later.

Although the flames of the Rilun Saber did not burst out, the opponent did use the Niten First Class, Raging Flame Slash with a single sword.

"How is it possible...the person possessed by this hostile object can still imitate the opponent's sword move?"

Possession by vengeful spirits and grievances is very common, but most of the possessed lose their thinking ability and act on instinct and obsession like wild animals.

If Ichimonji Yumaru is a peerless swordsman, it is still possible to use such exquisite sword skills with body memory.

But he is only a swordsmith, and he has never practiced Ertian First Class.

Before Abeji thought about it, accompanied by the sound of bones snapping, Hiromaru Ichimonji in front of him lowered his body again, circling behind him in violation of human physiological structure and almost clinging to the ground.

On the reddish chrysanthemum in his hand, the words are in line with each other, quickly pricking out from bottom to top.

The secret sword, chrysanthemum one word cut.

Abeji's pupils shook, his chrysanthemum tightened, his lower body felt cold, and he jumped up like a cat with his hands and feet on the ground, with his swords crossed in front of him.

Accompanied by the red light, there are sixteen dense sounds of gold and iron.

Abe Temple, who was in mid-air, jumped away to the side with the strength of the opponent's sword, widening the distance.

After landing, he stared at the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum pattern family crest on the hilt of the opponent's sword, and gasped.

It was only when he was in the air that he really saw the opponent's move clearly.

The legendary chrysanthemum one word cut is a move that can only exert its true power with a thin blade tachi.

That bewitching red glow seemed to be a sword, but it was actually aiming at a budding weak spot in the target's lower body, stabbing out sixteen swords in an instant within a very small range.

Those who get this move will have an extra "sixteen petals and eight layers of chrysanthemum patterns" on the lower body, which is the same as on the hilt of a sword. No wonder death must be maimed.

It is better to be famous than to meet, this legendary sword move is so terrifying.

The blow failed, and Ichimonji Yumaru was like a broken doll, with his waist leaning back ninety degrees, his limbs curled up abnormally, and approaching Abeji like a zombie.

From the wound on his body, blood continued to flow from his arm to the handle of the knife.

Abeji didn't wait for him to come in front of him, spiritual power surged all over his body, and the Wakizashi [Yueyao] in his hand swung continuously in the air, and then thrust into the ground.

This chrysanthemum character is the same, not only can the holder use exactly the same sword moves as the opponent, but also add a spicy and cruel "chrysanthemum character cut", it is difficult to compete with sword skills alone.

As he swung his sword, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

A circle of frost centered around him spread out along the ground.

At the outskirts of Ibaraki Prefecture in early May, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

It adds a bit of desolation to the blood-infested earth.

Two days first-class · moon return · snowfall.

Stepping on the frost on the ground and sticking to the falling snowflakes, Ichimonji Yumaru's movements suddenly became sluggish.

"efficient."

The sword move took effect, and Abe Temple's heart sank.

The frost driven by spiritual power has little effect on living beings.

This shows that Uncle Yiwen has already...

Just when he was about to repeat the old trick, he cut off Ichimonji Yumaru's finger and shot down the strange broken knife.

Ichimonji Yumaru, who was running towards him, suddenly turned around nimbly, fell to the ground, and jumped out of the window next to him like a cat.

He just ran away like this.

Then, there were screams from several people outside.

When Abeji rushed out of the mourning hall, there were already five or six men lying in disorder outside.

Blood flowed out of their lower bodies like wild chrysanthemums in bloom.

A young and strong man was standing quietly on top of the bodies of the clan members who had been sucked into mummies.

Ichimonji Yumaru, who had fled with a knife, was also lying in it.

The chrysanthemum that should be in his hand, the word Zezong, has disappeared.

The only strange man who was standing shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked at Abe Temple calmly with his hands downcast and his eyes turned white, and slowly bowed his body, gathering energy.

Even though there is no sword in his hand, his posture is like a peerless swordsman before he draws his sword.

Full of murderous intent.