It's night.

At 7:43 p.m., Minami Shiori returned home.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, today it is pitch black and you can't see the moonlight, and the surrounding streets have become more silent than before.

Even several nearby izakaya houses that are brightly lit at night are temporarily closed due to the owner's ill health.

The street lights illuminated the streets, and the dim yellow light seemed infinitely closer to the twilight sun, but it lacked some blood.

Minami Shiori was standing in front of the dressing mirror, and Ah Zi and two other maids were helping her get dressed.

She is different from Amamiya Masa, she has been preparing for the succession of the position of the head of the family early in the morning, although it is rare for a woman to be the head of the house, but there have been actual cases, so her clothes are also quite luxurious and expensive.

The core of the kimono is actually the belt, which needs to be tied very tightly so that the kimono will not slip off, but the corresponding requirements for the body are relatively loose, whether it is a gathering of people with the World Cup or a rich woman with an airport at a young age, you can be hidden by the kimono The whole body can be turned into a clear flat spread.

This kimono by Minami Shiori was handed down by her mother and has been transformed.

The reason for the transformation is naturally to free up your hands and facilitate fighting, the movement gap of the kimono is too small, the legs can't be opened, and it is not convenient to draw the sword, so this kimono is a multi-layered structure, and when you need it, you can shrink your hands and head into your clothes, and take off the gorgeous coat that restricts the movement, and you can turn it into a capable swordsman suit.

Ah Zi whispered: "I heard that the eldest lady went to mix the underworld, I don't know if she also has to take off her coat when she fights and draws a knife, exposing her shoulders and chest cloth." ”

This statement made Nan Shiori stunned: "Where did you hear that?" ”

"Listening to what the old family said, women who mix with the underworld will have tattoos on their shoulders and backs, and when fighting, they can lift their clothes to facilitate arm movement, and revealing tattoos can also deter enemies." Ah Zi worried: "But if you have a tattoo, it's not clean, how can you get married." ”

Nan Shizhi shook her head: "Don't think nonsense, my sister is not going to mix with the underworld, but the underworld gang surrenders to my sister." ”

The other two servants coiled up Minami Shiori's hair and fixed it with hairpins, and her appearance and temperament were suddenly sublimated.

Ah Zi wiped her eyeballs: "It's like seeing Madame." ”

The other maids also complimented, "I'm afraid I won't find a few masters in Osaka who are as good-looking as the young lady." ”

Nan Shizhi looked at the strange self in the floor-to-ceiling mirror and sighed: "Other families will not be reduced to the point of relying on women to inherit the family business like our Nan family. ”

She looked at it and always felt that there was something missing, which may be very southern, but it was not poetic at all.

She suddenly raised her hand, removed her hairpin, let a black hair fall out, and then pulled out half of the train to cut Guangguang in the exclamation of several people, crossed the back of her head, and cut off the long hair on her back.

"This ......"

"What a waste."

"I've been raising my hair for years."

Nan Shiori said without regret: "But this is me." ”

At this time, there seemed to be a clear knife sound echoing in the room, and although others couldn't hear it, it was so clear and deafening in Nan Shiori's ears.

Train cut Guangguang is a family heirloom knife, and it is also a famous knife.

It will also choose its own owner.

Hearing the sound of the knife proves that Minami Shiori's state of mind is now enough to control it, and she was only using this knife in the past.

She held the hilt of the knife as if it had become an extension of a limb, and with each breath she poured oxygen into the knife, the power pouring into it like water.

She murmured, "Is this lucky?" Or is it bad luck? ”

She didn't know if it was good or bad, but she knew she had no choice.

Being stronger isn't necessarily a bad thing.

At least with the blessing of Hiromitsu Train, she should be able to kill a few more ronins.

She put the idea of luck behind her, and since she had decided, she should not regret it.

It would be good if life stopped at the current age of eighteen, at least it withered in bloom.

It's not that I didn't consider accepting my sister's invitation and leaving, but after all, she is the 'eldest lady' of the Nan family, and she has enjoyed preferential treatment for more than ten years, so she has to take responsibility and bear obligations, and the chains wrap around her body, which is her burden and her strength.

This is her home, she doesn't want her home, what else is she going to do?

But a lost dog.

She walked out of the room with her sleek short hair that had been re-groomed.

It's a long night.

I don't know how many people will die, and I don't know how much blood will be shed.

……

In the dark, at the end of the street.

The only izakaya with the lights still on was empty, and there were only two guests in the hall, except for Shibata, who was trembling, preparing a skewer.

Two people, one with gray hair and the other with full white hair, sat facing each other.

The gray-haired old man raised his shiny eyes: "I have been operating in this neighborhood for half my life, and I thought that the foundation I had laid was strong enough, but I didn't expect that it was like a leaf blown by the wind, and it would be scattered as soon as it was blown." ”

Another old man with heavy bags under his eyes, as if he was about to be half-cut into the ground, spoke, and his voice was very long: "You have been here for half of your life, are you willing?" ”

"Willing, willing...... There is a give-and-take. ”

"You look like the same ambitious man you were twenty years ago."

"I have always been who I am, and I have never changed."

It is not untrue that you can be born again only by abandoning your burdens...... I've said in the past that your strength doesn't match your ambitions. The older man said in a low voice, "You'd better think about the consequences." ”

"Dead people don't have to think about it." The younger old man said: "A dying and struggling Nan family, for the sudden death of five Chinese leaders, how is it a good deal, they die, the internal chaos will naturally be chaotic, and then the Osaka area will be reshuffled, and I will have the opportunity to eat more." ”

"For this purpose, your son has hitched, and now it is your granddaughter."

"I'm also very sad, but my son is completely unangry and can't help himself...... Shiori is very good, and I gave her a way out, if she survives......"

"Are you still thinking about family affection? She's afraid she'll want to kill you. ”

"The Nan family always needs someone to inherit." Nan Shihui suddenly sighed: "In the past, I was always hesitating, after all, they are all my direct descendants, my weight and love are real, every time I think about what to do, I always feel a faint pain in my heart, as if I am bound by chains, so I really can't bear to be ruthless." ”

Momiji Jianhao's face was expressionless: "And then?" ”

"And then, until I lost a hand and a leg." Nan Shihui pressed the wound of the broken arm, revealing a hideous expression: "The one who did it was the white-eyed wolf that I raised with my own hands." ”

"That's when I realized something very simple."

"There is never such a thing as a chain."

After being silent for a while, Nan Shihui raised his wine glass and smiled heartily: "Don't talk about this, big brother, we have a happy cooperation." ”

Momiji Jianhao also raised his wine glass, and the sound of the two clinking glasses was crisp.

This is a little-known past, Nan Shihui had five sworn brothers when he was young,

Most of the three of them have already been buried in the earth, but only the eldest one has cultivated into a sword master and created the Ronin Organization.

Since then, it has always been the Nan family who has been behind the money for the Hydra.

This is Nan Shihui's biggest hole card, and it is also the real reason why he did not hesitate to use Nan's foundation as a bait to take the initiative to flip the table.

In the eyes of this ambitious Rat King, as long as he is alive, it will only be a few years for the Nan family to rebuild its foundation and even grow further.

Outside the izakaya.

The ronin in the cloak stepped in, bent down and bowed his head: "Boss! ”

Red Leaf Jianhao waved his finger and said to the elder: "Chickens and dogs are not left." ”

The ronin group of about thirty people has been assembled, and they are all executioners raised by the nine-headed dragon.

They walked through the rain and through the night, and pounced on the brightly lit Nanjia.

……

7:39 p.m

Niwangji Temple.

The footsteps stopped behind the door, less than two feet away.

The five Chinese representatives also kept their mouths shut, silently listening to the movement here.

They don't want their involvement with the Hydra to be discovered, so they have to be careful and cautious.

It's best not to have any surprises.

"Report to the Chief, I'm ......"

The ronin was shouting loudly.

Just as he opened his mouth to say the fifth word, a bright white light swept across his eyes.

A burst suddenly sounded, and the thin layer of wood that separated the two of them was already in disrepair, fragile and aging, and could not achieve any blocking effect at all.

Even the person behind the door had already jumped back the moment the mutation appeared, and directly grabbed a clan elder of the Kazama family as a shield.

But the streamer came faster and sharper than he expected.

Boom ——!

The spear progressed, like a bamboo, and in an instant, it pierced through the chest of the old man of the Kazama family, cutting and shattering the bones and flesh of his chest, and a hole the size of a fist appeared, and it advanced all the way directly, hitting the right chest of the leader behind the door panel.

The ronin leader lifted his feet off the ground and flew straight upside down to the statue of Nioh in the temple, smashing into the clay wood carving, stirring up a large amount of dust, and the flames of the wind continued to sway.

At this moment, everyone can also react.

Outside the door, the ronin had already fallen to the ground in fright, and several other Chinese family heads or clan elders also suddenly got up.

The oil lamp overturned, the oil was ignited, and in the flickering firelight, they saw the tall back of a man who had torn off his coat.

The man stood there, spear in hand, half of the blade against the throat of the ronin leader, blood oozing from the wound, the leader coughing up blood, and his right chest collapsed, as if he had been seriously injured.

The old body of the Kazama clan, torn in two, hung on Nioh's hand, blood flowing silently.

Several family heads and guards outside the door were stunned for a full three seconds before they remembered to pull out their weapons, their minds were very confused.

Because no one knows this man, but the calm and terrifying aura makes people tremble.

"Hello."

Bai Yu greeted politely, swept his eyes lightly, and continued: "Goodbye!" ”

(End of chapter)