Tokyo Ghost Diary

"As expected...no matter how many times I see it, it's still incredible."

As if yesterday had reappeared, Yu Shimizu once again stood in front of the dilapidated gym shrouded in the sunset.

But unlike the last time she followed Hoshino Gen here, this time she accompanied him as a helper and companion.

Holding the wooden sword that had been "added" by Gen Hoshino, Yu Shimizu's eyes were filled with wonder. Electric arcs wrapped around the wooden sword body, exhaling the aura of mystery and fantasy.

Gen Hoshino took out a talisman and held it in his hand. He looked at Yu Shimizu next to him with a smile and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you ready?"

"..." Qing Shuiyu hugged the wooden sword and her lips trembled slightly. Although she had done some mental construction along the way, when she really came here, the fear in her heart still inevitably reached its peak.

Gen Hoshino looked at Shimizu Yu who was trembling slightly in silence. After a while, he smiled and said, "It's not too late to regret it now. The supernatural things you expected may not be as beautiful as you imagined."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shimizu Yu had already taken a step forward: "I'm ready."

Hoshino Gen shrugged. What else could he say? The little girl herself was not afraid of death, so naturally he had nothing to say.

The two of them walked into the dilapidated gymnasium at dusk. The moment they entered the gymnasium, Yu Shimizu shivered all over. Without him, the temperature here was too low.

The smell of decay inside and out makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Yu Shimizu looked around, but did not see the faceless swordsman from yesterday, until Gen Hoshino threw the talisman in his hand to the ground, and the talisman turned into ripples and rippled on the indoor floor.

So less than five meters in front of the two of them, a ronin swordsman often seen in Dahe dramas appeared in front of them. He was holding a demon sword, his face was pitch black, and his facial features were missing.

Shimizu Yu swallowed and subconsciously looked at Gen Hoshino next to her for a sense of security. However, when she turned around, she saw that Gen Hoshino had already run far away from her, looking like he was going to watch a show.

Boom!

The faceless swordsman moved, and as soon as he stepped out, the floor made a dull sound, and then Yu Qingshui only saw a flash of sword light slashing towards her neck.

An almost instinctive reaction made her stand up the wooden sword that flashed with lightning in her hand, and then she felt a strong force coming, which was transmitted along the wooden sword to her wrist. In just this moment, Shimizu Yu's entire arm was numb. .

However, the faceless swordsman's attack showed no sign of stopping. He slashed diagonally from top to bottom with a cassock slash from his backhand. Shimizu Yuu retreated in panic. It should be said that he was worthy of being the runner-up in the country. His reaction was really unresponsive. Talk.

It is obviously unrealistic to just retreat to avoid the cassock slash used by Li Gui. The opponent's figure is like a gangrene attached to the bone. Shimizu Yu instantly understands that he must use the sword in his hand to block the opponent's attack, otherwise he will not be able to say thirty. Seconds, three seconds later, my head will fall to the ground!

Holding back the extremely rich blood and stench of the swordsman, and suppressing the fear and panic in his heart, Shimizu Yu suddenly stopped in his retreating steps, raised his sword in the face of the incoming sword light, and struck with a reverse cassock slash.

Then Yu Shimizu was kicked out. Her figure is already slender and light, and the current kendo competition is more about skills and reactions. She is actually a little stronger than an ordinary sixteen-year-old female high school student at best. That’s all.

Although the wooden sword with the added strength of Hoshino Gen could withstand the faceless swordsman's chops, the opponent's terrifying power was not something that a serious high school girl like Shimizu Yu could withstand.

She fell hard to the floor and almost lost her hand with the wooden sword in her hand. Before Yu Shimizu raised his head, from the corner of his vision, he saw a pair of feet that had escaped the black mist and were moving towards her quickly.

The fear instantly broke through the threshold. All the yearning for extraordinary power and swordsmanship skills were all in vain at this moment. The only thing occupying her mind was the thought of living, because she knew that she would really die!

I don't know if it's because of fear, or if he hasn't recovered from the heavy blow just now, but Yu Shimizu is now so weak that he can't even lift his hands.

She subconsciously glanced in the direction of Hoshino Gen. Her desire for life made her subconsciously put her last hope in this incredible classmate, even though she failed to last for thirty seconds as promised, not even fifteen seconds. It won’t work if you hold on.

However, it was that glance that made Yu Shimizu see this unforgettable scene in his life.

A huge red-purple fireball swallowed dazzling firelight between Hoshino Gen's palms. The young man's slightly long hair flew in the turbulent heat wave. Talisman papers flew around him, and then one after another. One piece fell into the fireball and turned into new fuel. Every time a piece of talisman paper was incorporated, the color of the fireball became darker and the light became more dazzling.

Qingshui Yu suddenly discovered that the coldness in the gym had completely disappeared, replaced by an unbearable heat.

The heat wave spread to every corner of the gym, and finally attracted the attention of the faceless swordsman who rushed towards Yu Shimizu. It seemed to have sensed the real threat. In an instant, it lost interest in the "little bug" Yu Shimizu. .

The speed did not slow down at all and he completed a right-angle turn in front of Shimizu Yu. The long sword in the faceless swordsman's hand lit up with terrifying blood red, and wisps of black mist wrapped around it.

Amid the trembling in the air, Hoshino Gen also moved, reaching forward with his right hand to push the fireball containing astonishing heat towards the faceless swordsman who was charging forward.

The fireball collided with the tip of the demon knife.

Like cold water hitting sulfuric acid, a violent reaction instantly occurred where the two touched.

"Roar----!!"

The faceless swordsman let out that ear-piercing roar again, and Hoshino Gen's calm and cold face could not help but reveal a hint of sinisterness. The blue of his left eye was instantly smudged with scarlet, and even his eyes became ferocious.

The fireball that reacted violently due to contact with the demon sword was already quite unstable, and could no longer even maintain its basic spherical state. However, correspondingly, the heat that was completely released had already raised the sauna-like gym to a fire level. Field level.

Om-!

The trembling in the air became more and more harsh. Hoshino Gen took a step forward, but the faceless swordsman did not retreat. The tip of the long sword was completely submerged in the firelight.

However, the next moment, the faceless swordsman suddenly grasped the handle of the sword with both hands and stabbed forward fiercely.

boom!

The huge fireball exploded, and in the scattered flames, the blood-red blade pierced the palm of Hoshino Gen's right hand, and bright red blood spurted out.

The pain that went straight into the depths of his soul made Hoshino Gen's expression become ferocious in an instant, but the corners of his mouth suddenly opened into a grin at this moment.

The scattered blood blended into the flying flames, and the red-purple flames became as red as blood. They adhered to the faceless swordsman's body like an iron block attracted by a magnet, making him feel like he was wearing a feather coat woven from flames. .

"Hoho--!" The roar was still harsh, but also more poignant.

Gen Hoshino gritted his teeth, and his pierced right hand suddenly pushed forward, directly holding the sword of the demon sword and clamping it tightly.

He fished his free left hand in the air, and the remaining talisman that had not been incorporated into the fireball fell into his hand. He squeezed it hard, and the talisman turned into flames and enveloped his fist.

Gen Hoshino extended his fist and penetrated the chest of the burning swordsman like a plaster statue.