I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Abe Temple... The code name of the spirit remover is 'Tachibana Piaoxue'... I have been learning the art of swordsmanship from 'Niten First Class' since I was a child..."

In the vast white mist, two figures wrapped in black robes stood side by side.

"The eldest young master of the Tuyumen consortium, why did he come to do such a dangerous job? Wouldn't it be nice to lie in the villa and bask in the sun with a young model in his arms?"

"Tsk, you know a lot... So, is it the association's materials and mission information, all leaked?"

In front of them, like a severely burned patient, a man was wrapped in dense white cloth and hung upside down in the air, only showing a handsome and indifferent face.

"It seems that it is not accidental that you are here tonight..."

It was Abe Temple who was caught off guard by the sudden torrent of white cloth.

"Hmph, you Aum Shinrikai, don't you naively think that without the Spirit Eliminator Association, you can walk into the sun by yourself?"

He was obviously in prison, but there was no panic on his face, instead he questioned the other party calmly.

It was as if, it was not himself who turned into the "hanged man" and let himself be fished by mermaids, but the two men in black robes in front of him.

"You men always like to coax women. In fact, you want to take the opportunity to make such and such rude requests..."

Without answering Abeji's question, "No. 8" who was wearing a mask sideways and showing a charming face came to him, and reached out to caress his knife-sharpened face.

"However, when you're done having fun, you abandon him like a shoe..."

She exhaled like blue, and slowly moved her face closer.

"Especially the type of you who are young, wealthy, and handsome enough to be irresistible..."

Then, she gently unbuttoned the black robe...

"It should be, have you played with many women? Do you want to..."

Under the black robe, a set of translucent suits that should not be covered up perfectly set off her uneven and fiery figure.

"...Before you die, how about a taste of others?"

"Number Eight" bit his lower lip and sent out an invitation with a pair of electrified winks.

"Sorry, in my heart, there is only one sword. For me, the love between men and women is just the number on the black card of DVD rental members."

Facing the huge waves approaching at hand, Abe Temple politely declined.

"Number 8, stop playing, get rid of him!"

The woman in black robe with "Shisan" written on the mask beside her seemed a little uneasy, and urged her softly.

"No. 7 has dragged the 'named sacrifice' to the Yoshihara Shrine, we have to hurry up and gather..."

In the mist before, she was the one who manipulated the white cloth, planned and planned, and forced Abeji into trouble step by step.

"Understood, this will take away his 'gold and jade', and let him lose blood to death in the endless emptiness of the second half of his life..."

Twirling her enchanting delicate body, "Number Eight" gently pressed against Abe Temple, and quietly stretched out her small hands covered with shell-shaped scales...

Another kind of "divine power" mastered by "No. 8" is "the power of salamander snail ghost".

Rongluo ghost, it is said that after a woman jumped into the sea, she turned into a Rongluo ghost. Its body is like a dragon, with human hands and a conch shell.

Legend has it that in Kishu Poche, a pirate once rescued a drowning woman. Because she was very beautiful, all the pirates challenged her.

The woman took up the challenge calmly, and never refused to come. She fought hard against the bandits, and the halberd fell into the sand and the iron was not sold.

Afterwards, the woman jumped into the sea to reveal her original shape, and the pirates realized that their pair of "gold and jade" had all disappeared.

"Yoshihara Shrine...named offerings?"

Turning a blind eye to the little hands that kept approaching between his legs, Abe Temple frowned slightly, as if he heard something that made people dissatisfied.

"So, your attack was not aimed specifically at the Spirit Eliminators Association, but at Sousuke Araki..."

Before tonight's mission, Abeji, as an "insider" and "instructor", naturally obtained relevant information from the association about Araki Sousuke being rewarded by the cult on the dark web.

"Including the shot at me, it's just an 'incidental' solution... It's like, before the main film starts, it's the same as the self-massage scene that's in charge of warming up... right?"

The unwillingness in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a tranquility.

"Hey, it looks like I've been underestimated from beginning to end."

Like the unfathomable sea, the tranquility before the storm.

...

Nihombashi, Shinagawa Town, Genbukan.

"Zheng."

In the quiet courtyard, the chirping of gold and iron can be heard from time to time, as if a geisha is flicking the shamisen at a leisurely pace.

"clang."

From time to time, the two figures stood with their swords in their hands, as still as virgins.

Suddenly they intersect each other, moving like a rabbit.

This rhythmic and low-pitched slashing sound was played by the clashing of the long knives in their hands.

"Ibuki, your 'Star Eye' is like a bottle of fine wine, which has become more and more proficient with the brewing of time."

In the arena, the one who took the initiative was a tall man with a ponytail tied behind his head, a bearded face, and a pair of knives in his hand.

The two long knives of different lengths in his hand seemed to be powerful and heavy, but they disappeared like hummingbirds flapping their wings between swings...

He was able to wield such a heavy weapon beyond the limits of what human eyes could capture.

Every sword light that was raised carried a killing intent that pierced the face and exuded a strong bloody smell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"I'm old, I can't hold a sword anymore..."

Opposite the man was a tall and thin old man who could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"It's incomparable, incomparable..."

He lazily raised the black and silver straight sword above his head like a morning exercise, and swung it down from time to time as if he was practicing "Suzhen".

The most weird thing is that every time he "swings" in a leisurely manner, he can bring out several sparks and impact sounds on the blade.

After he swung his sword, the tall man on the opposite side would take a step back vigilantly.

And the pair of "disappeared" double knives will reappear in his hands.

Every time the old man casually swung his sword, he was able to cut off the powerful sword of the man opposite him, even threatening his body!

And the bloody wind on the pair of knives, as soon as it gets close to his body, it will turn into rain in the spring, and turn into the fragrant bamboo morning dew.

"This... is Matsumoto-sensei's true strength..."

A handsome young man in a kimono knelt and sat under the eaves not far away, with a calm face and unblinking eyes watching the real sword competition in the field.

"However, Beichen's one-sword style of Qianye Pavilion Master is even more terrifying."

The movement of his hands unconsciously grasping the two handles of the two knives around his waist betrayed the excitement and tension in his heart.