I am blowing happily in Tokyo

Chapter 152 A Belated Decision

"Besides, I've had enough of acting with you!"

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't put down the knife"

"I'm here to kill him!"

He let go of Yumiko, knocked her out flat, pushed her aside, walked up to Odajima Kichimitsu, and popped out sharp claws with both hands.

"The acting he was talking about wasn't what I said just now, but the thing about tricking you into the yard when I met you before."

Nishino explained something to Yoshimitsu Odajima, while taking a few steps back.

Odajima Yoshimitsu shook his head.

"Who would believe such a thing? You are together!"

He turned to look at the black-haired boy, then at Nishino.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that this young man named Nishino was different from this black-haired boy.

The other party may actually keep the promise.

But this black-haired boy is not necessarily.

I can die, but I must kill this guy.

Odajima Yoshimitsu clenched the knife in his hand and put on a posture.

"Heh, you're just an inferior human being, do you really think you can resist?"

The black-haired boy stared contemptuously at the knife in Yoshimitsu Odajima's hand.

He lowered his body and rushed up with a diagonal step, his sharp claws went straight to Odajima Kichimitsu's throat.

Odajima Yoshimitsu turned sideways, bounced off his claws with a knife, took a step forward, and slashed down neatly.

This move is called "Cutting Down", and it is a commonly used technique in Yidao Style. It focuses on facing the enemy's attack at close range, bouncing off the opponent's center of gravity, shifting the center line of the opponent's attack, and counterattacking.

Anyway, he has also learned the way of swordsmanship from his father for so long.

Although he can pass it on if he can't get the exemption, he doesn't know everything. He is familiar with all the skills of Odajima's Ichikatsu style.

This guy's speed is fast, but it's not as fast as his father's. He was beaten by his father every day before, so he has long been used to his father's speed.

"whispering sound."

The black-haired boy finally escaped from his vitals, but his shoulder was also cut open, with dark green blood continuously flowing.

He looked at Odajima Yoshimitsu bitterly.

"Okay, human, something."

"You deserve my name."

"My name is Song Jie, and I'm a noble cat demon. I'm going to get serious next time."

The monster named Songsuke took two steps back, covered his shoulders, black mist gushed out from his hand, turned into cat's claws, and the soles of his feet pierced through the shoes, showing sharp claws.

A tail also appeared behind him, hanging down slightly.

But compared to Nishino's twin tails, he only has one tail, and the fur color is far less beautiful than Nishino's.

"Suffer to death!"

Song Jie rushed up again, but this time it jumped onto the wall, kicked off the ceiling, and bent down.

Odajima Yoshimitsu's eyes widened.

He stabbed upwards, and at the same time took two steps back, barely catching Song Jie's sharp claws.

But in the next second, Songsuke's body changed its movements in the air, kicked his paws, kicked him to the wall of the living room, fell along the wall, and sat on the floor.

He felt the pain in his abdomen, as if someone was holding his intestines and wringing them hard, sour water gushed out of his mouth, and his eyes were dark.

"Human, if I hadn't been merciful, the kick just now would have cut your stomach open."

"But don't worry, because of your disrespect just now, I decided to play you to death, and let you understand what is terrible."

"After all, I was scolded by adults because of you bastard."

Song Jie grinned ferociously, showing his fangs.

Odajima Yoshimitsu took a deep breath and stood up, leaning on the knife.

He barely held back the pain, and positioned the front hand of "Culuo".

kill it!It must be killed!

Otherwise, Yumiko will definitely be murdered, and so will Guina.

Although the monster named Nishino made a promise, he was unwilling to pin his hopes on others.

With a roar, he took the initiative to cut forward.

Songsuke shook his body, but jumped onto the table in the living room, and kicked all the bowls and plates on the table in front of Odajima Yoshimitsu.

Odajima Yoshimitsu slashed with a knife, chopping off the dishes.

One corner of a bowl was shattered, and it bounced over, scratching his forehead in an instant, and blood flowed down the corner of his eyebrows, covering his vision with a layer of blood.

"You're too slow, human!"

Song Jie let out a light drink of disdain, and had already come in front of him, the cat's claws slapped his chest, knocking him into the air again.

Odajima Yoshimitsu hit the sofa, clutching his chest, his heart felt stuffy, and there was a tearing pain.

He let go of his hand, only to realize that his hand was full of blood, Song Jie's claws tore his clothes, leaving four paw prints.

He gritted his teeth, leaned on the knife again, and stood up.

But his eyes went dark, his body softened again, and he collapsed to the ground.

"It won't work so soon?"

"Sure enough, humans are just inferior creatures."

Matsusuke grinned, and the tail behind him stood up straight.

"Don't worry, after I kill you, I will enjoy that beautiful big sister."

"As for that guy over there, as long as you die, he will complete the mission, so he probably won't care what I do next."

"I won't let you do this, Songsuke."

Nishino came over and glared at him.

Songsuke also bared his teeth at Nishino, and looked at Odajima Kichimitsu again, only to find that he had stood up, leaning on a knife, his arms trembling slightly.

He glared at the two of them with a heart-wrenching determination in his eyes.

"What's up with him?"

Subconsciously, Song Jie stretched out his sharp claws, took a step forward, and wanted to take out his heart.

"do not move."

Nishino pressed Songsuke's shoulder.

Seeing that Songsuke still wanted to move forward, Nishino's fingers also stretched out their sharp claws, which were sharper and slender than his, and glowed with a cold light.

"Unless you want to die right now."

Yoshimitsu Odajima is not a good person.

He himself is well aware of this.

Since childhood, he has been unable to follow in the footsteps of others.

Among those who studied kendo with him, his progress was the least obvious.

His father also said many times that he had no talent.

A "cutting down" technique, he had practiced thousands of times before receiving his father's slash for the first time.

At that time, my father was silent for a long time, put down the knife in his hand, and asked him if there was anything else he liked besides kendo.

But when he was young, he was obsessed with the legend of his father slaying ghosts. At the same time, he yearned for the figure of his father teaching kendo, and refused his father's request to let him give up kendo.

His father sighed, patted his head, and cursed with a smile: "If you weren't like me and like me like kendo, I would have thrown you into the Kanda River a long time ago."

"If you want to learn, learn, and don't give up after learning."

"I, too, learned something at a very old age."

He just listened to his father's words, and survived bit by bit. Until he was 30 years old, he still hadn't learned his father's unique sword skill "Luo Shan".

Among his brothers and sisters, there were three who learned this trick and passed it on when they got the exemption.

(End of this chapter)