The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"Hehehe..." Nishijo Taiga suddenly laughed, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.

"I haven't even looked for you yet, and you've come to me..."

"Ok?"

He suddenly had a warning in his mind and dodged to the side, avoiding the anesthetic needle shot by Conan who had been lying in wait.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Conan sighed and quickly stepped back.

"You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve." Nishijo Taiga shook his head and drew out the samurai sword hanging from his waist. The silver steel was unsheathed, and the extremely sharp edge was chilling.

"Long Yuan and I all practiced swordplay in the same kendo field..." He moved his wrist slightly, stood with his legs apart, and held the sword in front of him. Suddenly, he spoke in a light voice and told his story.

"One day, I heard about an ancient kendo school in Kyoto called 'Yoshitsune Ryu', so I started to study this Yoshitsune Ryu, and two years ago I quit the kendo field and began to call myself the descendant of Yoshitsune Ryu."

Hattori Heiji couldn't help but sneer: "The Yoshitsune school founded by Benkei?"

"I like Yoshitsune better!" Saijo Taiga roared fiercely, expressing his dissatisfaction with Hattori Heiji who casually made fun of his ideals, "I have always wanted to be Yoshitsune!!"

"However, Yoshitsune's title was taken away by the leader, and I was given the title of Benkei because I had the highest status in the group..."

"The reason you did all this is because you want to keep all the money brought by the Buddha statue for yourself, right?" Hattori Heiji suddenly asked.

"That's right." Saijo Taiga's eyes were bright, "I've had enough of the thieves hiding day and night. As long as I have this money, I can retire and open a Yoshitsune-ryu dojo in Kyoto to promote Yoshitsune-ryu's swordsmanship!!"

"I originally planned to use this temple as the foundation of my dojo, but the leader was originally the abbot of this Yulong Temple. Three months ago, the leader passed away and this temple is facing demolition... Without this money, I can't do anything!!"

He roared with anger, but it was just a rage of impotence.

Hattori Heiji's mouth twitched. He wanted to pursue his dreams, but was troubled by lack of money... What a realistic reason for committing a crime.

but......

Since he had the ideal of opening a dojo, accepting disciples and preaching, he must have made great achievements in this so-called "Yoshitsune school", right?

Hattori Heiji felt that his soul as a strong swordsman was inexplicably burning.

By the way, if Mr. Saijo is arrested like this, he will probably never be able to get out of prison, right?

or......

"Since you have the confidence to carry forward the Yoshitsune-ryu swordsmanship, then your swordsmanship skills must be strong, right? Otherwise, if you only have money, then establishing a sect and preaching the doctrine is just empty talk!"

"Let's have a competition!!"

Hattori Heiji's blood began to boil. Noticing Conan's surprised look, he smiled heartily and waved his hand to signal him not to intervene.

"Ignoring the positions of a detective and a criminal, I am just a swordsman—"

"Let's fight with swords!"

If it was just any other request, Nishijo Ohkawa would have ignored him and would have swung his knife without hesitation to kill the unarmed young detective.

But he actually challenged him in the name of a swordsman? !

This is something that Xijo Taiga cannot ignore.

Although he had no principles in committing murders, when it came to kendo, he undoubtedly regarded himself as the descendant of Yoshitsune and had the pride and honor of a swordsman.

"Hmph..." He looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated look, and he was deeply impressed by him.

It is the look in the eyes of fellow travelers.

"You are very courageous. After I defeat you, I will personally help you to correct your mistake."

Saijo Taiga took off the two samurai swords from his waist and said, "These two famous swords, one is called 'Muramasa' and the other is called 'Murasame'."

"I am a few years older than you, and I entered the Dao a few years earlier than you. To avoid being accused of bullying the younger, you should choose one yourself."

"Muramasa and Murasame...ha, what a big tone." Hattori Heiji couldn't help but laugh when he heard the name, and waved his hand casually, "They are all the same, whatever."

Seeing that he thought so little of his famous sword, Nishijo Taiga snorted coldly and threw the Murasame over.

Hattori Heiji was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and caught it effortlessly. He picked up the half-broken sword and took a look, his eyes lighting up slightly.

"It is indeed a good sword."

"bring it on!"

He got into position, threw away the scabbard, held the sword in both hands and held it in front of him, his eyes becoming more cautious.

He practiced modern kendo, not ancient swordsmanship, and was unfamiliar with Iai and sheathing, so he would just feel it was troublesome to hold the scabbard.

Seeing that both of them looked serious, Conan had no choice but to step back to avoid being hurt by mistake.

Of course, in order to prevent Hattori from being defeated, he found a stone of suitable size, turned the knob of his foot-strengthening shoes to 30% of the power, and was ready to kick at any time to help Hattori.

Nishijo Taiga walked slowly around Hattori Heiji in a semi-arc, but was unable to find any flaw in his stance, so he could only speak softly, hoping that his loud shout would shake his mind and create an opportunity.

Hattori Heiji was also affected by the loud shout, and his vigilant gaze, which had been staring at Nishijo Taikawa's lower body, drifted away for a moment.

It's now! !

Nishijo Taikawa was delighted. Young people just lacked experience. He did not miss this God-given opportunity. He gathered the strength of his waist and abdomen, lowered his body and rushed forward. The long sword in his hand stabbed into Hattori Heiji's abdomen in the blink of an eye.

When you are distracted, the rapier is the hardest to block!

After so many years of immersion in the sword art, Nishijo Taiga's basic skills are as solid as can be. He has also figured out his own set of starting moves, and is always ready to attack and defend. This stab, from starting to drawing the sword, takes only a breath! !

However, the hilt of the sword in his hand did not give him the expected feeling.

Clang——

Nishijo Taiga was slightly startled and instinctively realized that something was wrong.

Hattori Heiji curled the corners of his mouth slightly, without changing his stance, and turned his elbow along the way. The silver sword tip flashed, and he made an upward thrust, dangerously deflecting the sword.

He deliberately exposed a flaw!

Nishijo Taiga also understood at this time, and secretly cursed this kid for being so audacious. He was not even afraid of being too confident and being caught off guard.

But there are no ifs in the world.

The momentum of the sword was diverted to another place by Hattori Heiji in a way that used only a small force to move a large object. The loss of strength caused a momentary imbalance of center of gravity. If Saijo Taiga wanted to recover his stance, he would need at least half a breath to react.

But in close-range combat with cold weapons, a flaw of half a breath is enough to be fatal.

Hattori Heiji swung the sword over his head, and after deflecting the sword, his strength did not decrease. Instead, he swung it forward and slashed at Saijo Taiga's fragile neck.

hum-

The sword blade made of strong steel stopped abruptly, and the strong wind slowed down the sword edge by half a step. After the buzzing sound caused by the slight vibration of the sword blade dissipated, the breeze gently caressed his face.

Gudong.

A drop of cold sweat ran down Xijo Dahe's face to his neck, and he couldn't help swallowing.

The blade of the sword, which could cut hair with a single blow, stopped just half an inch above his shoulder and less than a centimeter away from his neck.

Win or lose...

Already divided.