I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

In the eyes of others, after the tattered scabbard fell to the ground like something that had been lubricated, what Araki Sosuke held was only a bare handle.

The unsheathed July Rain is like a manipulator, there is no blade above the handle.

In the green cabin, Funamura Ken wearing a lace suit, and Araki Sousuke holding a flashlight-shaped knife handle...

It was obviously a life-and-death battle, but unexpectedly revealed a trace of humor.

"July... July Rain... out of the sheath..."

Seeing this delicate scene, Xiaoniao Youmao covered her mouth excitedly.

Even though she tried her best to endure, pearl-like tears still gushed out of her big eyes uncontrollably.

"This...dangerous..."

Looking at the somewhat funny hilt in Araki Sousuke's hand, Abeji's pupils shrank slightly, and he squeezed out a word hoarsely.

"The rain in July described in "Chicheng Ancient Matters" is a demon sword that can automatically choose its owner, change its shape and characteristics according to the user, and can't be seen even by people with inspiration. Because it is like the drizzle in July The change is invisible, hence the name July Rain."

Seeing Abeji's worried eyes, Kotori Yuma explained to him in a low voice.

"According to records, July Rain has not been out of her sheath for seven hundred years..."

In the middle of the cabin, Araki Sousuke froze for a moment, then looked down at the broken knife in his hand.

"Eh? This knife...isn't it rusted?"

In his sight, what he was holding in his hand was just an ordinary standard knife that can be seen everywhere.

July Rain, so it turns out that it's just this kind of big-budget product supported by its name...

Japanese swords are mainly divided into Taidao, Taidao, Wakizashi, Short Sword, and Naginata. Among them, Taidao has the largest number and Taidao is the most famous.

There is no obvious difference between the two in terms of standard, except that the Taidao is worn with the blade down on the waist, while the Taidao is inserted with the blade up in the belt. Compared with Taidao, it is easier to use the technique of "drawing the sword" .

Therefore, Tai Dao is more suitable for horse fighting, while Tai Dao is more suitable for foot fighting.

Seeing Araki Sousuke unsheathing Qiyueyu, Funamura Ken, who was facing him with his eyes turned white, became sullen...

As if meeting his opponent, he slightly raised the scarlet sword in his hand, and made a posture that seemed to be stabbing but not stabbing, or cutting but not cutting.

The chrysanthemum in his hand is the word Zong. At this time, the entire blade has turned red, as if covered with a layer of sticky blood.

"Teacher Araki... Be careful, that knife is very powerful..."

Kotori Yumasumi reminded.

In the eyes of Kotori Yumami and Abeji, the resentment on the sword engulfed the surrounding air like a flame.

"Oh... don't worry, my swordsmanship is free to pass on, but I didn't spend a penny..."

Araki Sousuke's eyes were slightly focused, holding the handle of Qi Yueyu's knife, his mind was more focused than ever before.

"call……"

He took a deep breath, held the knife in both hands, and slowly raised it above his head, with the blade hanging straight behind him.

As Araki Sousuke held his breath and concentrated, a violent breath slowly gathered, as if all the darkness in the cabin was concentrated on him.

He once again entered the mysterious state of "the heart of the sword is bright".

Seeing Araki Sousuke's movements, Abeji pinched the corner of his clothes a little excitedly.

Obviously, he just turned his back to him and raised a bare handle of the knife, but the escaping energy made him feel pain in his body.

It was as if the other party could draw a sword to kill him at any time.

Beichen's sword style.

In the kendo competition the year before last, he was defeated by Sousuke Araki's sword.

At that time, Araki Sousuke was far from having such a calm and mysterious aura.

After two years, this guy has actually reached this level.

As expected of a man after class!

It seems that my little practice is not enough...

Seeing Araki Sousuke's movements and feeling his aura, the originally quiet Kikuichi Monomonori in Funamura Ken's hand trembled violently as if feeling something.

...

Nine hundred years ago.

"That's right, Zezong personally forged it, it really is a famous sword..."

The graceful and luxurious man took over the exquisite and elegant short sword from a man dressed as a craftsman, and played with it with satisfaction.

"I am Emperor Toba, from today onwards, you are my accessory..."

During the time when it was hung on that person's waist, Ju Yiwen Zezong was just an accessory, showing the majesty of the emperor in front of people.

until……

"Aifei Yuzao, tell me, what should I reward you for?"

"Hee hee, Your Majesty might as well bestow the sword on your waist to my family, so as to relieve the pain of missing you every day."

"Is the chrysanthemum a word? If you like it, just play with it."

The woman with winking eyes and a charming smile took over the exquisite sword, and gently took it out of the sheath with her slender hands.

"Your name is Ju Yiwen Zezong? Is it so short and slender that it can kill people?"

In the Battle of Nasuno, 500,000 troops besieged the city.

In the cage composed of 360 scripture chains laid by thousands of monks, mages, and onmyojis, Yuzao is no longer as soft and charming as before.

She holds a delicate short sword, and the nine fox tails behind her are full of resentment, covering the sky and the sun.

Under her feet, corpses were already strewn all over the field, and blood flowed like a river...

Until a dharma arrow shining with Buddha's light pierced her body, and the blood flowing out of her heart soaked the Taidao in her hand.

In this battle, Miurasuke's army used 200,000 people as sacrifices, and all the eliminators exhausted all their cultivation, launched the arrow of Master Jianzhen, and killed Yuzao, the fox demon in the chaotic country, and turned his corpse into a killing stone.

Chrysanthemum is the word of the word, and the first time I tasted the taste of blood, I was full.

Seven hundred years later.

"Mr. Okita, it's rare to have the opportunity to choose the royal family's collection. Why did you choose this short, thin-edged sword? Not to mention the disadvantages in actual combat, it may be gapped after a few blows. It is not practical at all. In contrast, Kaga Qingguang's Wouldn't it be better to use a knife..."

"Well, you don't have to worry, Chief. This sword is not as fragile as it seems, and it has its own unique sword skills."

The pale and handsome young man smiled mysteriously with his eyes bent.

A few years later, on a rainy night, a handsome boy with a sword and a well-mannered warrior confronted each other in the forest.

"Chief Shannan, leaving the Shinsengumi without permission is a capital offense, please be sure to go back with me..."

"Sorry, Okita-kun, I can't... go back."

The conversation was still the same two people from back then.

However, they can only face each other with swords.

After saying that, the man named Keisuke Shannan pulled out the sword in his hand with a gentle expression.

It seems that this is just an ordinary competition that the Shinsengumi has conducted countless times on weekdays, rather than a battle of life and death.

"Zheng."

Seeing him pull out his sword, Director Okita also pulled out the exquisite chrysanthemum-patterned sword in his hand, and made a gesture that seemed to stab but not cut.

"I, Beichen, have always only taken one knife... If I can block my knife, I will go back with you."

Shannan Keisuke slowly raised the long sword above his head and hung it behind his back.

His whole body sank, weak and invisible like water, making it impossible to feel any killing intent.

However, Mr. Okita knew that the calmer the sea, the more turbulent the undercurrent...

And under that undercurrent, there are hidden monsters that choose people and devour them.

In Ju Yiwen Zezong's memory, the figure of Shannan Jingsuke with his sword raised above his head, ready to go, spanned nearly two hundred years, and gradually overlapped with the blond man opposite him.

After sleeping for many years and waking up, it encountered Beichen Yidaoliu's familiar opening gesture again.

However, time turns, but things have already changed.