(Naruto) Me and my two tubas

This is not human.

Twisted limbs, extraordinary strength and speed, bloodthirsty habits... It is related to humans, but it is not human.

Unexpectedly, there are such creatures in this world.

There were still faint sounds of excitement coming from the main road in the distance, but the alleys were extremely quiet, like a layer of barrier, or an inner world that appeared in those film and television works.

The monster slowly stood up from the driver's body. The alley was dark, so only the vague moonlight could illuminate its appearance. There were five eyes on the huge head, and they were unevenly distributed. It makes people feel physically uncomfortable just looking at it.

"Woman..." The monster twisted around and made a distorted voice to me, "Don't move, it won't hurt, it will be over soon..."

"So what are you???"

In the silence, a new voice sounded from the other end of the alley - my Maki finally arrived and took off the Isshin knife that I carried with me.

The ghost turned around suddenly and saw someone suddenly appearing at the other end of the street. She looked like a thin and skinny boy, but she smelled like a girl in her prime, and she also looked like a girl in her prime. ??Thin blood, fragrant and tempting.

"There are two..." The ghost smiled, "You are so lucky, there are two..."

Before the monster could finish its speech, Maki had already raised his hand and threw the knife in his hand!

The blade was heavy, but in her hand it was as light as a thin shuriken. It cut through the dim moonlight with a piercing sound, and headed straight towards the ghost's face.

The monster was just a moment away from being struck by the vibrating knife. It dodged and hissed, "It's so dangerous... He actually threw a knife with a scabbard. Are you already scared to death?"

"Clang!"

A clear sound sounded behind the monster. It turned its head, only to find that the woman standing next to the car, wearing a foreign dress, had grasped the sheathed knife at some point. At that time, she was slowly unsheathing the sword.

The light was dim, and it couldn't see the woman's expression clearly. It could only hear her laugh: "Wu Ming, Ding Zi Luan Blade - it's a really good knife, but it's overqualified for use... it's a pity."

The ghost realized something was wrong belatedly: "You..."

But before it could say anything, the woman in the dress simply threw away the scabbard. Before the muffled sound of the scabbard falling to the ground could be heard, she picked up the complicated hem of the skirt with one hand, stepped forward with the knife, and walked straight Come on the ghosts!?

??At the same moment, the girl on the other side of the street had also pulled out the ????vibrating knife tied to her waist. She stepped on the ground to gain strength, holding the knife in both hands. The blade reflected the dim moonlight. She also chose? ?The rhythm and speed of the sudden advance are exactly the same as those of the woman in a dress!

The light of two spatulas swayed in the narrow street, and the muffled sound of the blades piercing flesh was intertwined with the vibration of steel. The ghost's body was divided into three sections with its neck and abdomen as its joints. Its head was in Rolling in mid-air, the turbid moonlight shone in, and those five eyes happened to see the frozen moment - thick scarlet blood splashed to both sides, and under the leadership of the blade, two lines of blood were drawn out of each other. The connected blood line, which splits the gloomy street vertically, is somewhat similar to the splash of ink.

On the left side of the blood line, the wavy skirt of the dress, with layers of goose yellow and red; on the right side of the blood line, the straight and cold feather-woven sleeves, thick and solid black. Open blood stains.

The woman in the dress aimed her chops at the neck, while the Haori girl aimed at her waist and abdomen. Their movements were as symmetrical as a mirror. While they were chopping their targets, they also exchanged each other's positions, and then They turned around again and used the same movement to shake off the blood on the blade.

The blood spread like ink, and the two of them changed hands and pointed the blade at the meat piece in the center that had been separated into three sections.

The ghost's head fell to the ground, and the burning pain spread on its neck. Its eyes fell on the blade of the girl in the dress - it cut off its neck.

The cyan one is the unseen Nichirin Sword.

"Swordsman..."

After spitting out this word, the ghost disappeared into ashes.

*

"Kenshi..." I subconsciously repeated the monster's last words, becoming more and more confused.

What is it saying? Yanzi? Inspector? Hard paper? Swordsman? Canine teeth? Magi?

The most likely possibility is a swordsman, and Yanzi is also a possibility, but the moonlight is so dim, it shouldn’t be able to see very clearly, and it’s hard to say whether this kind of monster has human aesthetics, so let’s leave it to that. When it says "Swordsman".

There is still a lot of difference between the term "swordsman" and "samurai", so I asked people to explore it.

Speaking of going back... I looked back at the blood-stained car, filled with sadness.

Fortunately, I took the driver's license test in my previous life. Relying on my experience from the future, I managed to get the car and the driver's body back to China.

Of course, Xing's father was almost scared to death.

Now I probably understand what happened to Saito's maid. Her reason is probably the same as that of Kanroji's driver. They were regarded as monsters that drink blood and eat people. ??Food, therefore suffered misfortune.

I truthfully told my father about my experiences, but he obviously didn’t believe in the description of “ghosts”. He even thought that I was scared out of my wits and that I was hallucinating.

I had no choice but to use a plan to ask Maki to explain the current situation in another way - encountering a gangster carrying a weapon, the gangster touched the vehicle and killed the driver when he got out of the car. The driver also planned to do evil to the eldest lady, and acted chivalrously when a passerby saw something wrong.

This monster used its fingernails to tear open the driver's neck, so the wound looked similar to a knife wound. The monster also left gnawing marks on the driver's arm, but this could also be fought by two people. to confuse.

Everything seems very reasonable, and the police of this era easily accept Maki's statement. This shows that this kind of monster is not common, because most ordinary people do not even know that they exist.

That’s a good thing, right? This shows that compared to ordinary people, the number of such monsters is very small.

I just don’t know if this abnormality will affect my study.

...I don’t know how long I can stay in this world this time. I hope I won’t encounter something like this again.??

While I was thinking about my future study plan, my dad had already sent away the police. He came back to me. He was not in a hurry to comfort my Xing. He caught me as soon as he could. Maki's hand.

"Sir, I heard that your surname is 'Saito'. Are you a minister of the Tokugawa clan and a descendant of the famous Saito clan in Ishima, Kanto!"

My reaction was that my Maki was still wearing the illusion of a boy, so of course Maki was "born" in the eyes of my father.

Although this surname and origin are correct, Yu Zhenji's head: "It's true... But in recent years, the family has long declined, and only the remaining ones in this family are Leave me alone."

"Decline!" My dad was trying very hard to control his expression, but he was pretending to wipe away the non-existent tears, "The sky has no eyes! Heroes drink hatred——"

"Why don't you, your benefactor, stay with us! Sophia - no, I said, please give my little girl a chance to repay your kindness!"

I suddenly realized something, so I carefully observed my father's expression. As expected, when he turned his back to Maki, he finally couldn't help but reveal his expression. ??A somewhat obscene smile.

I could seem to read the word "planned" on his face.

*

No matter how bizarre this era was, I still started to move and study between several major factories in Ganlu Temple.

Light industry involves many industries. Compared with heavy industry, light industry is closer to daily life. And what my father said is true. Ganlu Temple's industries are very promising. Not only that, these industries involve There are so many products that even surprised me.

There are two food-related flour mills and one cannery. These three factories are the largest among all factories. In addition, there are daily necessities such as soap, radios, light bulbs, clocks, and oil lamps. factories, but the scale of these factories is not large, and different products are produced together, or even share production lines.

As for the products produced, there are no more than three types of goods in each major category, and there is no subdivision - thanks to this era that has just entered the modern era, even a single type of goods can be popular.

The wide scope of this kind of factory does not necessarily mean that the industry is prosperous, but it is of great help to my study. No matter how convenient and inconvenient it is to learn the process in my own factory, even if I... ?Women, the people in charge are also patient and considerate, and tell everything they know.

My father and I discussed the issue of product types, and the answer he gave me was to invest in as many types of investments as possible, and then focus on the factory with the best operating efficiency, which is the most profitable for us. ??Food factory, so the next direction is to develop a new canning production line.

As expected of a father who started from scratch, he has learned a lesson.

However, my father was not the only one who saw the business opportunities. The competition was becoming more and more fierce. I now understand why my father wanted to be related to a noble family so much, even if he was a descendant of the declining martial arts. Okay - this is our stepping stone into the real upper class.

Compared with those large clans involved in heavy industry, transportation, shipping, finance, etc., Ganlu Temple is only a small clan.

But all in all, in this era when one yen can buy two liters of rice, Kanroji Xing’s monthly pocket money can reach thousands of yen. She is truly a young lady.

There is no doubt that Kanroji An's father is interested in Maki's background. I also think this is a good method. After all, I really don't have time to go on blind dates or attend those drinking parties and dances. I need ??Squeeze all your time to contribute to learning.

After learning my own business, I still have to visit other people's factories and other industries as much as possible. My time will never be enough.

In order to cooperate with my father, I went to deal with Maki's neighbors and Saito's family tree. From Saito Maki to Saito Shinichi, the age remained the same and the gender was changed.

At this time, I even feel lucky that the Saito family is sparse and our in-laws are estranged. Otherwise, changing gender and name would not be easy.

After changing her name and gender, Maki can follow Xing in an upright manner. When Xing is visiting the factory or talking about business with her father, Maki will recite the books in Xing or sneak into other places. Learn from inside large facilities and factories.

With such cooperation, I even think it would be good to get married.

As time went by, my father also acquiesced in the relationship between Xing and Maki. After all, "Shinichi Saito" has repeatedly stated that he "will protect Miss Xing with his life", and even even handed down the treasured sword. ??Send??two vibrations, simply??true love??.

I think Dad should also be very satisfied with his fake son-in-law. Although "Shenichi" has an ordinary appearance, he is highly skilled in martial arts, of noble birth, and is quiet and studious. He is not as rigid and domineering as a martial arts master. The woman is still single-minded...

Hiss, I was so moved when I heard it.

*

This is a very ordinary afternoon, my Maki and Xing are enjoying double capitalist afternoon tea, because dad is not here, and Mr. Guan has to come because of a sudden guest. Find me.

"The cousin of Ganlu Temple, the eldest daughter of the master's cousin, and the eldest cousin of the eldest lady."

Ganlu Temple?? I recalled the last time I visited relatives, and then recalled the family tree there.

I think about it, this cousin whom I remember complained to my father when he was drunk, as if she ran away to find true love.

Her name...Ah, Mitsuri Kanroji!

The author has something to say: I have been reading some comics that I have wanted to read for a long time in the past few days. I have been very lucky and most of them are excellent works. I would like to recommend some to everyone. Except for "Working Cell Black", it is best if you are over 18 years old. Go and see it, no kidding, there are more young people and the scale is relatively large.

"Fire Fist", "Evaluation Guide for Different Race Custom Girls" (not sentimental, but interesting), "Swordsman's Life and Death Fight" (limbs flying around), "Legend of Sword Wind" (ancient madness), "Pirates" "War Chronicles" (there is an animated Ice and Sea War Chronicles), "Gambling Apocalypse" (this style of painting is good).

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There is only one chapter left until the end of the demon slaying. Counting all the dream content, it will be about seven or eight chapters? Even if they are not sold, they will not reach the anti-theft ratio. Demon Slayer has marked it in the introduction.

Except for Naruto, the comprehensive comics will not involve detailed plots. You can read them if you haven't read them, but you won't have them in the future.

I found that politics is a very difficult thing to describe, so during the Taisho period we learned how to build industry.

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Forgot to wish everyone a Happy New Year (facepalm).

Blame Canada time zone for being one day late!