I'm really unnerved in Tokyo

Chapter 145 Soma Kojiro, see!

On the boulevard outside Tokyo Metro Station.

The shadow fighter who was originally frozen in the ice, rose to the sky with the power of ghosts and gods, shook off the broken ice on his body, and regained his ability to move again. The Taidao dragged on the ground brought sparks towards Abe Temple.

Abeji's eyes were as calm as water, and he reached out to catch the double swords flying in the air, and collided several times with the black Taidao lingering with the power of ghosts and gods.

"Is this the power of ghosts and gods..."

Amidst the sound of gold and iron crossing, Abeji suddenly jumped back a few meters and opened the distance.

He frowned and looked at [Sun and Moon] who couldn't help screaming in his hands.

There were several gaps on the blade.

Taking advantage of the gap between the shadow fighters stepping forward, Abe Temple lowered his waist to gather strength, and the two swords went from bottom to top, trying to cut the opponent into the air.

It was the opening gesture of Niten First Class Mountain Bear's Elegy.

However, what he faced was Ping Jiangmen, who had experienced many battles and exquisite swordsmanship, instead of the reckless Shan Xiong.

Sensing his movements, Kagemushi lowered his waist with great experience, and held the sword horizontally in front of his body. After blocking the upward slash of the two swords, he took advantage of the moment when Abe Temple was exhausted, and slashed out with the sword.

"hateful."

In mid-air, Abe Temple was inevitable, and saw that he was about to be buried under the black sword lingering with the power of ghosts and gods.

The two knives in his hands screamed spiritually, and suddenly broke free from his hands, flying and intertwined in front of him.

It was this pair of swords that hadn't yet achieved shikigami who spontaneously protected the master.

Then, one person with two knives was blasted to the maple tree beside the road by Ping Jiangmen's simple and steady slash.

"Crack".

The sun and moon swords were broken in two by the opponent's slash, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

I don't know if it was because of the huge counter-shock force or the destruction of the two knives that were connected with each other, blood spurted out of the large canopy in Abe Temple's mouth.

"It seems... that's the end of it?"

Seeing the shadow warrior walking towards him step by step, Abeji smiled bitterly.

then……

He decisively rolled over like a lazy donkey, turned around and ran away.

He already had the courage to abandon his sword.

……

On the square of Kanda Myojinja Shrine, Kotori Yumasumi was standing beside Kobo, repeating the movements of drawing the arrow with the bow without any haste.

Her right hand had already been cut by the bowstring, and drops of blood ran along the bowstring, slid down on the surface of the jade-like longbow, and disappeared like being swallowed.

But she didn't realize it.

"Boom... woo woo..."

The crisp chord sound and the weeping ending sound of Yao Gong You Cry, just sounded and then dissipated.

Because the shooting target was too close to her.

Two shadow fighters were holding knives and continuously bombarding the golden rune bell, shaking bursts of Buddha's light.

Hongfa, who closed his eyes and chanted scriptures, withstood the slashing attacks of two incarnations of ghosts and gods with his own strength!
But at this moment, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he was on the verge of falling, as if he had reached his limit.

Obviously the black-armored warrior in front of him might shatter the golden bell with one blow, and it would hit him, but Xiaotiao Youmao didn't feel too much trouble in his heart.

Her eyes flicked over the edge of the square.

There, the headless bodies of several detectives lay in disorder.

Like harvested leeks.

A few minutes ago, after gaining the power of faith belonging to Ping Jiang's gatepost in the main hall, the shadow fighter who had achieved the body of a ghost and god swung his knife straight at her.

In order to cover Xiaoniao Youzhengong's evacuation, several detectives stood in front of her with flesh and blood...

With his own life, he won a chance for her.

The principle of joint action was implemented by them with their lives.

Looking at the golden clock that was crumbling under the sword light and about to shatter, Xiaotori Yumaumi felt a trace of regret in his mind.

"Mr. Araki, I may not have the opportunity to accept your guidance in the future..."

……

"It's impossible to get into the dilapidated alley in the Xuanwu Hall, please trouble Master Kiryu to move forward from here."

On the side of a road about 700 meters away from Xuanwu Hall, a tall middle-aged man wearing a kimono, a wooden sword, and clogs walked out of the car accompanied by several people.

He is the natural Lixin Liu specially invited from Kyoto to kick the gymnasium master.

"It's okay, as long as I can teach that guy who broke the market rules..."

The man with the demeanor of a master said so, and took the lead to walk into the alley beside the road.

At this moment, a strong gray flame surged down from the air and rushed into the alley.

Several men in the natural flow of mind were passed by the gray flames, immediately turned their eyes white, and fainted to the ground.

Inside the Xuanwu Hall.

A man dressed in black samurai kai and wearing a long knife stepped into the dojo with a swift pace.

"Huh? Is it finally here?"

Araki Sousuke, who was playing with his mobile phone, raised his head and looked up at the person coming.

"Hey, don't you understand the rule of changing your shoes before entering the dojo?"

Sousuke Araki's expression immediately became murderous when he saw the kicker wearing retro samurai armor and stepping on the tatami without changing his shoes.

Do you know how difficult it is to clean this kind of tatami?
"Your Excellency is so powerful, but it is a disgrace to the warriors of the Eastern Kingdom..."

Looking at the dilapidated small dojo, the man in samurai armor said with some disdain.

"I can't understand what dialect you are speaking...Since you have even put on the protective gear, let's start quickly. I have an appointment to get up early tomorrow..."

Ignoring the other party's Kanto dialect, which is as obscure as the ancients, Araki Sosuke put on protective equipment such as face, body, armor, and pendant on his body, and picked up the wooden knife impatiently.

This helmet stinks to the sky, and after wearing it, it can slowly empty his blood bar without doing anything, so he really doesn't want to wear it for a second.

The man on the opposite side was able to dress all the way over, and he was also ruthless.

"North Star One Sword Style, Araki Sosuke, see you!"

According to the rules of the competition, Araki Sousuke held the wooden knife in front of his body familiarly, and reported his name to the opponent.

After that, he slowly raised the long knife over his head and hung it to a position perpendicular to his body behind him.

It was Beichen's one-handed gesture.

A chilling aura began to build up on him, like a beast about to be released from its cage.

Glancing at Araki Sousuke's aura with admiration, the middle-aged man wearing a samurai helmet gently pulled down his helmet and covered his face.

Then, he sank his center of gravity back, bowed his body slightly, and slowly held his hand on the handle of the knife.

An undisguised murderous intent locked on Sousuke Araki.

"Iaidao? Natural Lixinliu people, did they invite foreign aid from other factions?"

Feeling the murderous intent in the opponent's sword-drawing posture, Araki Sousuke, who had fought against natural Rishinyu, was a little puzzled.

Integrating the mastery of swordsmanship, staff, jujitsu, and qiheshu into the natural flow of mind in swordsmanship, the starting style is naturally not like this.

Looking at the posture of the other party, it seems that there is a taste of living together, but it is not the same.

What he didn't know was that the rise of the Japanese Kendo genre dates back to the thirteenth century.

Long before this, in the early Heian period, samurai honed their sword skills just to kill their opponents in the first place in the battlefield.

In order to draw out the Taisao worn at the waist to kill the enemy at the moment when weapons such as spears and naginata are broken or shot down, samurai often practice a "sword drawing technique" assiduously.

Compared with pulling out the weapon and then slashing at the opponent, the sword drawing technique of directly using the momentum of drawing the sword to "kill the opponent with one blow" is naturally more advantageous.

This is a sword technique that is completely for actual combat, and it is also the earliest prototype of Iaido.

"Since that's the case, let me bestow upon you, the way a samurai should die... Soma Kojiro, see!"

Holding a tachi in his hand, the samurai said loudly in a simple Kanto dialect.

Soma Kojiro is the real name of Taira Shomon.

(End of this chapter)