Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

"What an incredibly classless Blazers."

"What is it, does gathering here like petty thugs give you a sense of security above others?"

"Trash."

Walking out from the crowd of onlookers, someone spoke with a very calm tone, uttering extremely arrogant words.

Such words, along with the sounds of their companions being beaten, caused their expressions to darken, and they cast gazes full of malice towards the person behind them.

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to?"

The first to lose his composure was the pompadour-haired lackey, his short sword-like Device immediately materializing in his hand.

His speed was very fast.

His entire being was like a blur, covering a distance of about seven or eight meters in an instant.

Moreover, he wasn't accelerating in a straight line; he was actually changing his direction during this high-speed movement, directly arriving at Okura Sei's diagonal rear, one hand gripping the short sword, the other pushing the hilt, and stabbing towards Okura Sei's abdomen.

"That's somewhat reasonable."

The moment Okura Sei's words landed, the short sword that should have instantly pierced Okura Sei's abdomen strangely stopped a few centimeters in front of Okura Sei's waist.

"Bang—"

A merciless kick landed on his knee, and while emitting a scream, the man also fell directly to the ground due to the loss of support from his knee.

"Using a fantasy-type Device, you can consider yourself to have narrowly escaped with your life."

Firmly stepping on the pompadour-haired lackey's head, Okura Sei's gaze was only filled with calmness.

It was as if, as if he had done this entire process countless times.

"Now, do you have any objections to me calling you a bunch of trash?"

His gaze was very calm, but his tone was full of gunpowder.

How should I put it, it was completely different from the atmosphere Okura Sei usually displayed; the current Okura Sei was full of pressure.

He didn't seem like his usual easygoing self at all; at least, that's what Stella thought right now.

However, she wasn't disappointed by Okura Sei's drastic change; on the contrary, she looked at Okura Sei with sparkling eyes.

Although it's cliché, although she herself is very strong.

But this kind of scene where the person she admires comes out to protect her when there's danger is simply like a dream.

"You bastard."

"Dare to attack us."

"Let's go together and teach him a lesson."

The remaining five or six lackeys, even the guy with the axe who was originally confronting Kurogane Ikki, turned around and swarmed up.

Kurashiki Kurato stood at the back, his face expressionless, his gaze shifting from staring straight at Ikki to Okura Sei.

"Seriously, the level of trash is all the same."

Seven or eight thugs swarmed over at the same time; clearly, they had the advantage in numbers, but there was no coordination at all.

The attacks that could actually reach him in the first instant were actually only four attacks.

The remaining attacks were all a waste.

That's right, this was the same as what he did in Academy City.

A group of trash who only knew how to mess around every day, relying on the little bit of power they possessed, acted recklessly and created chaos everywhere.

Why did he establish the Scorpio organization back then?

It was because there was a group of espers who felt that because they had power, they were superior to ordinary people, superior to the weak, so they could arbitrarily bully and humiliate the weak.

Because they were strong, they held power, so they could act as they pleased.

This was the original intention of him establishing Scorpio.

Now, seeing this group of guys, he felt like he had returned to Academy City, seeing that group of trash.

Knife, sword, fist, brass knuckles, spear!

Many weapons were subjected to the power of time the moment they approached Okura Sei, slowly advancing forward.

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

"Ugh!"

The blood-red katana was swung out by him subsequently.

Okura Sei slashed out with the back of the blade, displaying the extraordinary, super-flexible wrist that Kurogane Ikki had praised, without moving his feet, directly drawing a blade trajectory in front of him that surpassed human ergonomics.

The first lackey jumped up, and Okura Sei directly struck his thigh with the back of the blade, forcefully blasting him away and directly knocking away the small fry with the spear behind him.

Then, he instantly accelerated, the blade drifting towards the diagonally downward position, instantly slicing across the arm of the small fry wearing brass knuckles who swung his fist.

The fantasy-state attack was enough to cause him to faint for about ten seconds.

"Ten times speed."

Blade Skill instantly accelerated on the flesh, causing Okura Sei, who already had a very fast sword-swinging speed, to directly swing out the afterimage of the blade at this instant.

It seemed as if a whole row of blades instantly appeared in front of Okura Sei, and the remaining few people were directly swept away.

This was what Kurogane Ikki called Okura Sei's wrist, which could make him a natural swordsman.

Normal swordsmen swing the sword, retract the sword, and then swing the sword again.

After all, the wrists and arms of normal humans can only maintain one direction when moving; it is basically impossible to forcibly change direction during movement.

Swordsmen who have undergone long-term training can forcibly change from a horizontal slash to a vertical slash and maintain the speed of the sword swing while changing moves.

This is the importance of wrist flexibility.

And why was Okura Sei's natural wrist envied by Kurogane Ikki?

He could naturally complete three or even four changes of direction in the process of swinging the sword without any training.

And that's not all.

In addition to his own ability, he can also control the speed of the sword during this period.

Mixing in fast swords and slow swords, two different swords.

The sword moves are strange, and the sword speed is strange!

This is Okura Sei's sword.

"Get down."

Until now, Shark-face Kurashiki Kurato finally spoke, telling his useless subordinates not to do any more useless work.

"There are actually two swordsmen; this is really interesting."

Speaking in an unruly tone, but showing excitement on his face.

He first looked at Kurogane Ikki.

"Clearly weak, but able to instantly find weaknesses and use his own skills to make up for them."

Then, he shifted his gaze to Okura Sei.

"You're very similar to me."

"You're really similar to me."

Kurashiki Kurato laughed unscrupulously, laughed heartily, like a hungry predator seeing prey, staring at Okura Sei with burning eyes.

"Clearly, his swordsmanship is terrible, but he possesses the aptitude that those guys dream of."

"However, are you systematically learning swordsmanship?"

That's right, Kurashiki Kurato, every Blazer has his own title.

His title is very interesting, named 『Swordsman Killer』.

Because he is not a swordsman, he can fight swordsmen in the swordsman's most proud intersecting field and defeat them, thereby thwarting their pride as swordsmen.

What he relies on is the strongest reflexes.

In close combat, the most important thing is reflexes.

No matter how strange the sword moves are, he can react and catch them.

"Forget it, none of this is important; I'm completely excited."

"Talent versus talent."

"Let's have a fight to the death."

Chapter 074: Dismemberment into Eight Pieces

"Da da da da da—"

Just as both sides were on the verge of drawing their swords, the sound of submachine guns came directly.

The sound of gunfire went from far to near, directly reaching the ears of everyone in the restaurant at this moment.

The sudden change caused the whispers of the guests surrounding the area, who were bold enough to watch the excitement, to stop abruptly.

"Trash, it seems you're lucky to have narrowly escaped with your life."

Things have taken another turn, and Okura Sei naturally couldn't waste time with garbage here, but directly returned to Stella and Kurogane Ikki's camp.

"Hmph, I'll let you know what fear is later."

Although Kurashiki Kurato has the demeanor of a hoodlum, he is, after all, a Blazer.

He is at least a superficially qualified Blazer; at this time, he still understands what he should do, at least this kind of trivial matter.

"Tch—"

Without any image, or rather, Kurashiki Kurato, who originally had no image, spat on the ground, scanning his underlings with that fierce face full of ferocity.

"You guys, are back."

"What should we do now?"

Okura Sei had just returned to Stella's side when Stella whispered to Okura Sei.

"Let's wait and see what happens first, determine how many terrorists there are."

"In order to avoid any omissions, so that the terrorists have the opportunity to massacre on a large scale."

Okura Sei has dealt with similar events too many times, experienced too many times.

Probably even older detectives haven't experienced as many kidnapping events as he has; his experience is really too rich.

"I understand."

Stella responded in a low voice.

Fear gradually spread around, and ordinary people seemed to no longer know what to do.

The next moment, the door of the restaurant was kicked open with a bang.

A black shadow suddenly broke into the restaurant, he directly pointed his submachine gun at the sky, and bullets poured out.

In an instant!

The sound of bullets spraying.

The sound of glass breaking.

The screams of the people.

All were mixed together, appearing particularly harsh, but for the terrorist who broke in, it was the best reward, he satisfiedly outlined the corners of his mouth, shouting at the people in the house with a rough voice.

This man's body type is still relatively strong, even wearing this thick combat uniform, you can still see the completely bulging muscles.

The threat to life made everyone very obedient.

No one wants to disappear from this world because of useless talk.

And Kurashiki Kurato on the other side obviously had the same idea.

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