I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"I, Abeji, in this life, do I have a chance to touch such a realm?"

Sitting solemnly under the eaves, holding his breath, the beautiful boy who wished to engrave the contest between the two into his mind frame by frame, was naturally Abeji.

Whether nervous or excited, being able to barely stabilize his "normal heart" is already his greatest limit.

Because, the two confronting each other in the courtyard are Ginji Matsumoto, the descendant of "Nitten First Class" holding "Izumi Shou Fujiwara Kanesada" and "Hakari Kokuyasuna" to "kick the hall", and the owner of Xuanwukan who is willing to fight, "North Star One Sword Style" contemporary master Fan Qianye Yibuki.

There is a saying in the tea ceremony: "A rare side should be cherished in the world."

For him, it is a once in a while opportunity to observe the collision between the ultimate realms of swordsmanship at such a close distance.

"It's almost warmed up, is it time to pull out the real thing?"

Chiba Ibuki blew his beard leisurely, and raised the long sword in his hand to the back of his head again.

"I believe that you are not the kind of unreasonable person who comes to the door empty-handed."

"I've been to a lot of custom shops recently, and my waist is a little sore...Compared with this last sword, we should go to an izakaya..."

"Hey, that's exactly what I mean..."

Matsumoto Ginji grinned, and suddenly turned to look at the disciples under the eaves.

"... Temple."

"exist!"

Just as surprised that Chiba Ibuki called the dizzying life-and-death fight just now as a "warm-up", Abeji was slightly taken aback, then straightened his back and responded loudly.

"People who pursue the way of the sword are lonely, but because of this way, they don't need the company of others..."

Looking back at Chiba Ibuki in front of him, Matsumoto Ginji's eyes suddenly lost all luster...

"If someone can understand his own way of swordsmanship, that person must be a confidant and an old enemy..."

"I am born with this person, and my way is not alone."

"This... this is..."

Abeji seemed to see that countless viscous blood filled the field quickly retreated back into Matsumoto Ginji's body.

"The way of the sword is nothing more than the first comes first, the first comes first, the last comes first..."

Matsumoto Ginji's whole body was full of killing intent, which made people unable to open their eyes, and it just disappeared.

"But Beichen's one-sword style is the 'first after the first' outside the theory..."

"Extraordinary?! Last come first?!"

Tasting the word, Abe Temple frowned slightly.

There is a saying of "three firsts" in kendo.

First, first, is "rush to attack", that is, "the enemy wants to move, but I have already attacked".

First of all, it is the counterattack in dodge, that is, the technique of drawing and striking, and there is a saying that "no move or fight, just one shot".

After the first, it is to dodge the parry or knock down the opponent's sword and then counterattack. It is jokingly called "If you have a move or a fight, I will give you ten blows".

But it was the first time he had heard the phrase "the last comes first".

"If you don't want to be left behind by your old enemy, then keep your eyes open..."

Before Abeji recalled it, Matsumoto Ginji, who was completely murderous and had no sense of presence, spit out the straw in his mouth, and his figure accelerated without warning...

"For my master, I have been thinking hard for many years, and I can defeat this unsolvable swordsmanship of 'the last is the first'!"

He dragged his two knives behind him, and just facing Chiba Ibuki who was standing with a sword with his chest, he almost shouted "Brother, come and cut me".

"Interesting, this... this is..."

Facing Matsumoto Ginji who was "covered with flaws", Chiba Ibuki's pupils trembled for some reason, and the hilt of the sword he was holding behind his head trembled up and down, but he couldn't cut the sword no matter what.

"you lose."

It was just this moment of hesitation that the Wakizashi in Matsumoto Ginji's hand was already quietly passed to his neck.

"yes……"

After being stunned for a while, a relieved smile appeared on Chiba Yibuki's wrinkled face.

"Finally, I lost to this monster like you."

"Just now, what happened..."

Abe Temple under the eaves, sweating all over his face, couldn't understand why this peerless battle ended in such a child's play.

"After understanding the Tao contained in the sword just now, maybe you can defeat that old enemy..."

Matsumoto Ginji put the knife back into its sheath, and looked at Abe Temple with those dull eyes.

"But please remember, today's sword should never be the end of your pursuit... On the contrary, it is the starting point of entering the room!"

"Hey, I'm done talking, can I go to the izakaya? I've dated you two super-mature beauties who are equally plump and drinkable..."

"Oh, sorry, let him figure out the rest... let's hurry up, it's not samurai style to keep a lady waiting." 』

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"Look at it?! Add head?! The self-massage scene?! Although I don't fully understand it, but it's almost the same meaning... Say goodbye to your 'gold and jade' and the rest of your life!"

Seemingly dissatisfied with Abeji's calm eyes in front of his beautiful body, "Number Eight" no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand, and tightly grasped something between Abeji's legs.

"Hey, this capital is as rough as your mouth... But why is it a bit cold, are you scared?"

"Wait, that's not right..."

Just when "No. 8" was surprised by the low temperature and high hardness of the things in his hands, "No. 13", who was on the sidelines and kept vigilant, vaguely felt a sense of disobedience.

"The powers of ghosts you use are 'Yitan Mumian' and 'Sense'."

At the same time, Abeji, whose eyes were out of focus, completely ignored "No. 8" who was holding his handle in front of him, and faced "No. 13" directly, and asked unhurriedly.

"You, how do you know..."

Even the delicate "No. 13" couldn't keep calm anymore after being called out.

"Jue" originated from Mount Fuji, a strange demon with the power to read people's hearts.

And "Yidan Mumian" is a ghost about "Yidan (11 meters)" long, like white cloth.

It is said that in Kagoshima Prefecture, many people were entangled by this monster and could not escape. In the end, they were covered with white cloth covering their heads and faces, and died of suffocation.

Although the white cloth driven by the "power of one anti-moon cotton" is powerful, numerous, and hard to defend against, compared with other "divine powers", it is not too powerful in itself.

However, when paired with the "power of perception" that can read people's hearts, it can preemptively strike at every step and produce an extremely powerful "chemical reaction".

"It's too quiet...impossible, you, your..."

"No. 13" glanced back and forth at Abe Temple, who was wrapped in white cloth, and looked at the other's lifeless eyes, and she suddenly noticed something.

"How is it possible, human beings, it is absolutely impossible to do such a thing!"

The reason why she has always felt a strong sense of disobedience is that she has not "heard" the voice in Abeji's heart for about half a minute.