Miyamoto just lifted the kimono, it was a black sheath long knife, in an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, Miyamoto Gang's posture is the legendary "Iai", that is, the Japanese sword in the speed of slashing. Drawing and closing the sword are combined into one, and the enemy often dies before he can see the sword.

His movements were very standardized, bending slightly like a lion about to rise, and the next moment, Miyamoto just moved. The knife is too fast, and it is no longer a speed that can be captured by the naked eye.

But the boy still sat there on his knees, from beginning to end.

The sword light came straight towards him, and he saw the boy jump backwards suddenly, and the white sword light instantly cut the wooden plank under him in half, and the sawdust flew in the air, but Miyamoto Tsuyoshi arrived, and he seemed to be as fast as the knife in his hand.

The man and the knife are one, and when the knife arrives, the person also arrives.

He landed on one foot, leaped into the air, and swung his knife again in the air, the blade drawing a white arc towards the boy.

The boy's expression froze, and the black knife in his hand was blocked before it could be sheathed. But Miyamoto's attack was extremely fierce, and the famous knife in his hand was as heavy as a muddy swamp, and the boy was shaken back several meters.

Miyamoto's lips moved slightly, and he silently read softly.

In a moment, the room instantly darkened, and Miyamoto just stepped into the shadows, as if he had been splashed with a bucket of thick ink, as if it had melted into the darkness...... That's right, it's the knife in his hand! It's glowing! Black light!

"Everywhere you go. ”

Shadows are everywhere, just now they were dozens of meters away from the boy, and the next second they were already standing on the boy's shadow. Where the sword light is, the shadow has nowhere to escape.

"Aren't you drawing your sword yet!" Miyamoto shouted in the shadow of the sword.

Miyamoto is fast, but the boy is not slow, he is like a ghostless ghost, interspersed in the gaps of each attack, retreating to dodge the knife, Miyamoto is like a hungry eagle, every time he advances silently, but there are countless knife marks behind him. The two of them moved to the rear at high speed, the gym could no longer accommodate them, the wooden sliding door was shaken open, and the two figures moved from the main hall to the side room.

At this time, the gym was empty, Miyamoto had already dismissed all the personnel, he knew very well what would happen today, and the reason why the other party came alone with a knife showed that he didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Outside the hall was a corridor of pine wood, and wherever the knife light went, sawdust flew, and along a road, there was no place intact.

1080 knife! The knife light is retracted, this is the knife collection style of Iai, Miyamoto just pressed the knife on the side, just when everything was about to stop, Miyamoto just suddenly moved again, it seems that it is no longer a knife, but a will, the will to want to live!

The 1081 swords! It's not over yet, that's the last slash! The 1080 swords in front are all for this slash to prepare, and all the sword intent that was cut out before is retracted, like a buff that can be infinitely stacked.

Miyamoto glared, soared, leaped, slashed, cut, and retracted!

The two passed by, everything happened in Yishun, the two sides landed slowly, and there were still afterimages left by them in the air.

"Click!" the scabbard split in two and fell to the ground. Unobscured, the long knife of thin ice was exposed to the air, and the boy raised the knife as if in deep thought.

There was silence all around, and all the sword light gradually dissipated, leaving only the two with their backs to each other.

"You've grown up, and I've grown old. Miyamoto said.

The boy's face was heavy, and he said, "At least you forced me to go under the knife, didn't you?"

"Haha, I'm 60 years old, and you?22?Or 18?I don't remember, when I taught you swordsmanship, you were just a child, but now? I have to use the achievements of the Miyamoto family in my life to cut off your scabbard!" Miyamoto just roared loudly, and gradually his tone became sluggish, and even he himself was shaky.

"You can use the power of that knife...... Who would have thought that the shadow ninja that the Miyamoto family was so proud of would only obey the orders of a katana?"

"Hehe, what can the shadow do? can it kill you?" Miyamoto just laughed, as if he had told a joke, a joke that made him laugh himself.

"For the sake of the master you once called me, take the knife away, please spare the Miyamoto family, this matter has nothing to do with them. ”

The boy pursed his lips, his expression disappeared suddenly, and a confident and sunny smile returned to his face, and he said, "Okay, but you know, I hated the word 'master' the most. ”

The voice almost just fell, the long knife in the boy's hand trembled slightly, and the next second, with a pop, Miyamoto in the distance just knelt on the ground, this is not over, red blood squeezed out of his skin, countless bright red knife marks are bright, just a few breaths, the dead Miyamoto Gang, completely turned into a bloody person.

He knelt in a pool of blood, like a warrior.

In fact, he was already dead, when he accidentally cut off the scabbard in the boy's hand, he died, but he has survived until now, because he wants to hear a guarantee from the other party, a guarantee to the Miyamoto family.

The boy shook the knife, and there was no blood-stained knife, but an arc of blood was drawn in the air.

The legendary cursed knife, after killing, the surface of the knife will automatically condense water droplets to clean the blade, but in the boy's hand, this knife has a second ability.

Death, the one who touches the knife!

This is also the source of those scars on Miyamoto's body, which he was already dead by the time he touched the knife.

Miyamoto head of the family, died.

Picking up the katana called "Shadow Sect", just shaking the blade, the shadows around the gym suddenly appeared, and the black figures gradually solidified, turning into nocturnal ninjas, who knelt down on one knee, as if to pay tribute to their new masters.

The boy smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Dispose of this place, leave no traces." ”

The next moment, the dark shadow melted into the darkness and dispersed in all directions.

By the time the boy walked out of the hall, it was already noon, and the morning sun was gradually dissipating, and it was a gloomy and snowy day. I don't know who shouted, "It's on fire!" The townspeople began to get busy, and the gym caught fire, and the flames were like rolling waves, dyeing the sky red.

Walking on the cherry blossom path, the boy carried his bag and answered the phone.

"Emperor, what do you command?"

"The head of the Miyamoto family is dead, let's do it. ”

"Yes. ”

Just a few scribbled words, the end of the call, and the next day a piece of news that was quickly suppressed attracted the attention of the Japanese underground forces, although it was only for a moment, it was still seen by many people.

"The Miyamoto family was destroyed, and no one survived except the head of the family. ”

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......

It's another early morning in Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo, Japan.

Under the duvet, Mu Zeming got up slowly, but the next moment he was hugged by the person in his arms, smiled helplessly, and said softly: "Get up, little pervert." ”

As if he had been poked in the pain point, Su Mo slammed his arms around Mu Zeming's neck, wrapped his arms around his neck, and his chin rested on his shoulders.

Feeling the pain coming from his neck, Mu Zeming said, "Hey, it hurts." ”

didn't get a response, just felt the pain worsen, Mu Zeming was helpless, and stood up with both hands holding Su Mo's buttocks, "I'm about to get up, aren't you going to Disney today?"

The two fought for a while, and finally Mu Zeming carried her to the bathroom. It's been three days since they came to Japan, except for the day they just arrived, they also played for two whole days, Sky Tree, Sensoji Temple, Ueno Park, and even Akihabara, which Mu Zeming strongly requested, they also went, and the two days passed quickly, Mu Zeming didn't say a word about the affairs of the Usami family, as if they really came to Japan for tourism.

But Su Mo knew that Mu Zeming had always had this problem, and he carried all the big things by himself, and only those things that had been solved would he talk about it as a joke at dinner. But Su Moming knew that Mu Zeming still had important things, she still held the boy in her arms as if she was addicted to drugs, she didn't want to let go of him, it wouldn't be like five years ago, eight years ago, she wouldn't let go, even if she knew that there was an abyss ahead.

Sometimes she would ask herself, why did she like this boy who was so much younger than herself? You know, Mu Zeming is only 18 this year, and Su Mo is already 23.

If you like it, you like it, and after a lot of experience, sometimes, you can't let it go. Here's what she said.

That's right, Su Mo doesn't understand love, and she doesn't believe in vigorous love, but she believes that long-term, experienced, and tempered will naturally make a pair of beauties.

She and Mu Zeming are like that.

I've cried, I've laughed, although I've been crying most of the time, but only in this way can I taste the sweetness of laughter. Mu Zeming is extraordinary, but she can see that Mu Zeming is willing to be ordinary for her.

In this way, it is enough.

After the simple breakfast, the two cleaned up and prepared to go out, the weather today was average, a little gloomy, but it did not hinder their travel, on the way, Mu Zeming said: "No accident, you can soak in the hot springs today." ”

"Huh, has it been repaired?" Mu Zeming has been tinkering with the hot spring pool in the garden for the past two nights.

"It's all connected, it's an underground spring. ”

"Then we'll go back early today. ”

"What are you going back for?"

Su Mo was stunned and wondered, "Isn't it a hot spring?"

Mu Zeming smiled at the corner of his mouth, leaned into Su Mo's ear and said, "No, I mean, are we going to soak in the hot springs together?"

"Fuck off, die, pervert, H!"

Su Mo pushed Mu Zeming's arm, his face was a little angry, and he even used the "H" he learned in Akihabara yesterday, there are many such episodes every day, Mu Zeming will always suddenly change his painting style when you are talking seriously, and Su Mo naturally responded with violence.

Today's schedule is Disneyland in Tokyo, a very famous place, in fact, they should have come a long time ago, but there were too many people two days ago, so it was postponed to today.

Take the Keiyo Line all the way south and soon arrive at your destination. Disney has always been a place of happiness, and the order in Japan is very good, so Disney in Tokyo has always been called a pleasure.

Follow the long queue of people to enter, check the strategy on the Internet, they plan to play a circle counterclockwise, what interstellar travel, space mountain, and free Winnie the Pooh, in order to draw a lottery, Su Mo has been pulling him to watch various performances, only by watching the show, they will send you a lottery ticket.

The two of them were not very hungry, and at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, they ate at a restaurant called Queen of Hearts in the park, which tasted good, but the food they had eaten in the past few days must have been decent.

Time flies, especially when it is joyful, and in the blink of an eye, it is night, and this huge castle becomes brightly lit at night, like a crystal city that flashes in the night sky.

(This chapter is not finished)