It's like I said before, that guy, the guy called Ginji Matsuzaki, didn't die. His extremely keen senses and extraordinary skills saved his life. This guy only took a hit to his left arm, which is not considered a fatal injury.

That's just right, yes, just right. Very, very good results. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Everything is over."

After seeing a group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms and armed with automatic rifles surrounding him, and after seeing a group of twitching companions who had just been alive and kicking but were now lying in a pool of blood, covered in bullet holes, Matsuzaki Ginji sighed in his heart, and then closed his eyes and waited for death.

The trigger was not pulled, though. Because before that, I had already said it, and Balalaika had already agreed. This man's life is mine, and I will end it with my own hands, and finish it, and destroy it.

So......

"Mr. Ginji Matsuzaki?" I shouted into the nightclub in Japanese. There was no gunshot, no moaning, no talking, so my voice came over well. The guy heard it very clearly.

Very surprised, even more surprised than Eagle Mine Yukio. There's even a kind of "Am I really old?" "Feelings.

Matsuzaki Ginji has always believed that he is good at seeing people - not that superstitious methods such as face-to-face. It's temperament, he can clearly distinguish the difference between normal people and the temperament of "scum" like him who mixes with the underworld.

It was as if he had seen Levi and had quickly clashed with him - if it had been someone else, he wouldn't have done it, just a little admonishment and walked away. The reason why Levi was targeted was because Levi exuded the smell of scum all over his body, and no matter how loud he made a fuss, he mistakenly thought that Levi was purely here to find fault. That's why it's-for-tat.

However, it was wrong.

Completely wrong.

Misread me.

When he first met me, he thought of me as "a good-looking, strong, good boy." "That's it. It's completely different from who I really am. Therefore, when he found out my true identity, his shock was even greater than that of Eagle Peak.

At first, he was a little reluctant to think that I was still just working as a "translator" for Balalaika. But when I smiled and said:

"Let's have a fight. If you win, you will be let go, and if you lose, you will die. Fair, isn't it? After the child, he confirmed that he really missed me. This pair of tricks should really be pulled out and stepped on as a bubble.

"But why?! Why don't you feel that way even when you're dueling him?! This kid doesn't seem to be murderous at all, has no malice, and doesn't have any bad negative emotions, why is this?! It is impossible that he has not killed people, nor has he not done heinous crimes. It's just—"

It was only after such intense mental activity that he suddenly noticed the Eagle Peak Snow Standing in the crowd.

"Miss?! Why - were you held hostage by the Russians?! ”

"Tut-tut, it's so sad to say." Listening to Matsuzaki Ginji say this, I was a little speechless. But fortunately, the eldest lady of Eagle Peak Xuexu still has a little conscience, and after shaking her head, she said:

"No, it was Chaka who defected and took me captive, and Wright saved me."

"Is that so?" Although I didn't believe in Washmine Yukio's words too much, and even more doubted my purpose in saving her, Matsuzaki Ginji still thanked me solemnly.

After that, the battle began. There was no reason to refuse at all, and Matsuzaki Ginji, who didn't want to be soft, didn't hesitate and agreed to me. Then he pulled out the Japanese sword, which had never had a chance to unsheath from the beginning.

"I've heard of it, it's a knife called a white sheath. Modern high-tech and excellent metallurgy have made exquisite murder knives. If it were placed in ancient times, it would definitely overshadow most of the so-called famous swords. Looking at the knife in the other person's hand, I said something like this.

"Ah, that's right. And what about your weapons? The other party asked.

"Originally, it was hidden as a trump card, but since you say so......"

With that, I pulled out the soft sword that was wrapped around my waist.

"Strange sword...... Do you have a name? The other party asked.

"Nope." I replied, of course, "It's just a tool for killing." No name is required. ”

"Is that how you see swords?" The other party seemed to have a sudden realization: "I understand a little, this Wright. Why didn't Baldwin have any sin on him...... That's because this crazy young man has never had a sense of right and wrong, or rather, he has always thought that what he is doing is right and righteous - no, that statement itself is not true. It should be said that he thinks that he is righteous in himself, so everything he does is naturally righteous as well. It is under such a terrible mind that such a terrifying person can appear - I have always been wrong, completely wrong! ”

In short, no matter how self-righteous the idiot thinks he got something wrong, and thinks he understands something, my answer is the same.

"Your arm hurts?"

Before the war began, I suddenly asked this question.

"It's nothing, it's just a mosquito bite. And it's left-handed, so—"

"Although there is no absolute fairness in the war, she will not be convinced even if she wins, right?" As I said this, I turned my head slightly and looked at Washmine Yukio, who was expressionless but anxious.

"Well, I'll give up an arm." As I said this, I swapped the soft sword in my left hand and put my right hand behind my back:

"In this way, the strength is equal."

"Equal to your sister, you used a left-handed sword, bastard." In the crowd, Levy whispered. And Balalaika said a little bored and weak: "Hurry up, don't rub it, okay." "That's the case. Of course, Ginji Matsuzaki and I didn't pay attention to her.

That's when --

The soft sword slammed at him with unimaginable speed.

"At this distance—no—"

Matsuzaki Ginji, who had thought that the soft sword would not be able to attack him at this distance, suddenly retreated-only to find that at the same time as I took out the sword, I also slammed forward, and at this distance, the tip of the soft sword was already able to pierce his throat -

"Damn it!" However, Matsuzaki Ginji also has two brushes in the end. The next moment, with a flick of his wrist, he raised the long knife and slashed at the soft sword - the block was successful - no!

At the same time as the soft sword came into contact with the long knife, Matsuzaki Ginji felt that there was no strength on the knife at all, and at the same time, the small piece of soft sword actually "suddenly" grew in half, and as soon as the edge circled, it slashed towards his neck.