Sizzle.

There was a sound in the air similar to that of a snake spitting letters, an unusual sound caused by the blade splitting through the air.

The front desk stood stupidly in place, with a confused expression, obviously not yet reacting.

She blinked, tilted her head to see clearly, and the pain in her neck quickly transmitted to her brain.

Michio Hasama drew his knife, and the severed artery instantly rushed outward.

Bright red blood splattered on the wall, front desk.

The woman didn't say a word, and fell directly to the ground.

Michio Hasama stared at the blade of the sword, there was not a drop of blood on it, all the blood was swept away from the surface of the blade.

This is a famous knife with a very loud name.

The first Onitoru.

Michio Hasama locked the entrance with his backhand, then walked to the back door and locked the back door as well.

Keep the key in your bosom to prevent anyone else from escaping from here.

The apartment where Beichen Ichitoryu is located has seven floors, but the kendo hall is on the ground floor, and there is no staircase leading to the second floor inside.

There are two doors in front and back, and no one can escape if they are locked, they can only stay and fight to the death.

Michio Hasama turned around and entered the kendo arena.

Warm lights shone on the pale yellow floor, and the venue was square, where thirteen or four kendo hall students stayed.

They all wear protective gear.

Some were practicing kendo, and some were standing in the corner and chatting.

The trainees are not children, but adults who come to relax after work, and each has a different purpose.

Some people want to learn kendo seriously, while others simply relax and relax.

The latter naturally doesn't practice too hard.

Michio Hasama's eyes swept away, and he quickly recognized who was the teacher of Beichen Yidao from everyone's outfits.

I haven't seen him for more than 20 years, and the changes in this old man are so big that he can hardly recognize them, his eyes are no longer as clear as they used to be, and his temples have grown gray hair, presumably bearing the burden of the family.

"Long time no see, Kohei Taniguchi."

Michio Hasama raised his hand and said hello.

Kohei Taniguchi frowned, staring at the man who stepped into the room, he thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "Michio Hasama? ”

"That's right, you still remember me, that's good, after many years of meeting, let me see how much your strength has improved."

Michio Hasama put the knife up, his face was put away, and his serious expression surprised Kohei Taniguchi and the students.

"Hey, what age is Uncle now, do you think you're filming the end of the show?"

A student with a big back stopped chatting with a friend and stepped forward to stop this absurd behavior, "I'm a lawyer, and it's already illegal to carry a prop with me to open a blade, and I may be charged with intimidation if I wave it at will." ”

Michio Hasama thought he was verbose, and slit his throat with a knife.

People are not very good.

But the feeling of the blade tearing through the flesh still made Michio Hasama a little intoxicated.

Especially the moment when the blood spurted out of the throat, the bright red luster was more beautiful than any color in the world.

"Ho ho~"

The man covered his neck with his hands, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe that there was such a madman in this world.

This is Tokyo!

Damn, I'm going to sue him for bankruptcy! Life imprisonment!

The man thought, the strength receding from his fingertips, and he couldn't even detect the warmth of the blood, and the cold was spreading in his limbs.

Boom, the man fell to the ground, ho-ho sound like a worn bellows echoing through the kendo arena.

The crowd was stunned.

Kohei Taniguchi was even more furious and said: "Michio Hasama! Are you crazy? ”

"I'm not crazy, it's just that you're immersed in false fantasies, is Tokyo safe? Is modern civilization very civilized?

The answer is no.

The world has never changed from before to now, violent, bloody, and every minute and every second, someone is killed for various reasons. ”

Michio Hasama said slowly, took out the key with his other hand, and threw it into the scabbard, "The door is locked.

If you want to live, you have to take the key from me.

You are also people who practice kendo, so show your gush. ”

"Bastard."

Kohei Taniguchi roared, knowing in his heart that Michio Hasama was a very terrible person.

Since high school, this person has had an extraordinary obsession with kendo, and his eyes are like evil spirits.

If you lived at the end of the Edo period, you would definitely be a human being.

He thought that his evaluation was high enough at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he is still too conservative and does not need the end of the curtain.

Even in this era, Michio Hasama can be a terrifying person.

"I will hold him back, and you will wait for an opportunity to attack him, and strike him in the right hand, and knock the knife off, and then strike him in the head."

Kohei Taniguchi took a few deep breaths and began to arrange how the students could assist him.

He alone would definitely not be able to stop Michio Hasama.

If you go together, it's different.

"Okay, Taniguchi Teacher."

The trainees no longer scattered, but adopted a circular formation to surround Michio Hasama.

One by one, they clenched the bamboo knives in their hands, staring at him with their eyes.

As long as Kohei Taniguchi holds Michio Hasama's sword, then they will rush to the top.

With so many bamboo knives hitting Michio Hasama, who has no protective gear, it is possible to kill someone if he is not careful.

But now they don't care about Michio Hasama's life.

……

An atmosphere of slaughter enveloped the kendo hall.

Michio Hasama said with a smile on his face, "Awesome, I just like the look in your eyes, come on!" ”

Kohei Taniguchi took a deep breath, assumed a classic kendo hand-to-hand pose, and approached step by step, staring at Michio Hasama's movements.

Contrary to what the world thinks, there will be no 300 rounds of battle in the battle of kendo.

Victory or defeat is often decided in an instant.

For those who are uninitiated, sometimes just hearing a sound, a round of kendo is over.

If you put on a real knife, you have to be more careful.

Kohei Taniguchi judged his advantage in his heart, he had armor and could be targeted against it.

Michio Hasama didn't have it, only the real knife, which seemed to be very lethal, but it only needed to be held once.

The rest of the students will be able to rush up and knock him down.

Kohei Taniguchi's eyes froze, and his feet stepped heavily on the floor, just about to exert his strength.

Michio Hasama predicted his movements in advance and rushed forward first, like an arrow off the string.

It is like a rabbit that suddenly sprang out of the grass.

It's fast, and he's even faster at swinging his knife.

The blade of the original Onitoru was like a meteor flashing across the night sky under the light.

Kohei Taniguchi's reaction was very slow, and in the eyes of the other students, Taniguchi seemed to be standing in place and letting the knife cut, and he was cut in the throat by the knife.

Blood splattered outward.

"I'm really disappointed, after so many years, you haven't grown at all."

Michio Hasama's face showed no joy, only a deep disgust.

Such a Taniguchi Kohei is not as good as the little ghost of Suyong Takashi who is worthy of his excitement.

The blow just now was changed to Suyong's words, and he was completely sure to block it.

"Oh, no, the more I think about it, the more excited I feel."

Michio Hasama tilted his head, took a deep breath, and swept his eyes over the rest of the students.

The courage in their hearts had been discharged, and Kohei Taniguchi, who was so powerful, was actually killed in an instant.

"Don't come here."

"Haha, I don't have any courage at all, are you worthy of practicing kendo like this?

Give me death! ”

Michio Hasama's face showed a touch of coldness, and his eyes were murderous.

The momentum of one person overshadowed the dozen or so people present, like a fierce tiger falling into a flock of sheep.

There is no doubt about the results.

……

After a while, there were no living students in the field.

Blood splattered on the walls, floors, and even Michio Hasama's kimono.

"Oh, I'm in trouble, I'll wash it up."

Michio Hasama muttered, poured out the key, and took away the original Akitoru, wanting to go to the toilet to wash off the blood that had been splashed on his body.

As for the scene, he does not plan to clean it up and will call the people of the Mitsui Group later.

They will help with the aftermath.

The Mitsui Group, which has a huge factory, wants to eliminate a dozen corpses, and it is not difficult at all.

Before he could step out of the kendo arena, he suddenly heard a voice full of charm from behind him.

"I really didn't expect that in this civilized modern society, there would be a person like you at the end of the scene."

Michio Hasama's pupils dilated, and he slowly turned his head.

The warm light shone on the blonde hair, and the man was tall and dressed in a strange and fashionable outfit.

"Who are you?"

A flash of surprise flashed across Michio Hasama's face.

His eyes shouldn't be there yet.

There was no reason why such a big person could not be seen just now.

"Dior, you should be looking for me when you came to Tokyo, right?"

Qing Ze bent down and picked up a bamboo knife, and the ability to ignite all things was activated, and the palm of his right hand became warm, as if a breath of qi flowed into the bamboo knife, and then threw outward.

Something happened that stunned Michio Hasama, and the bamboo knife changed in the air, turning into a man standing there.

He didn't look very tall, with long brownish-red hair, a cross-shaped scar on the left cheek, and was naked and undressed.

Michio Hasama rubbed his eyes, glanced at the man in front of him, and then looked at Dior.

He slapped his face, the pain in his cheek convinced him that the scene in front of him was not a false hallucination, nor could it be a hallucination.

He didn't have the habit of taking drugs.

In other words, such an outrageous scene is a picture that really happens in front of you and in reality.

"Haha, I thought that this world was broken, but I didn't expect it to be so bad.

Can even such outrageous things happen?

No wonder so many people want to find you, Dior! ”

The more Michio Hasama spoke, the more excited he became, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes, like a tiger that had been hungry for a few days and found meat, "It's the first time I've met someone like you, will your blood be bright red?"

She must be prettier than anyone else! ”

Qing Ze smiled: "Before discussing this issue, you pass him first." ”

"Haha, don't worry, it'll be over soon."

Michio Hasama put the knife in his sheath and decided to use Iai to finish off his opponent.

Qing Ze was also interested in the lit bamboo knife, and said, "Kill him, Scarlet Village Kenshin." ”

(End of chapter)