Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

The smiling gaze swept towards Stella like a viper.

"It's simple, just apologize completely naked."

"This is basic in Japan, Princess Stella, if you do this, I'll let them go."

"Trash, it seems you're ready to be torn to pieces by me."

An extremely cold voice, just hearing it felt like being in the dead of winter, spread out.

"—Shigure no Kae!"

"Ittō Shura."

Chapter 075: Bargaining Chips

Magical power surged wildly within Haramura Makoto's body, like a blue mist venting out in all directions, completely enveloping this space.

At this moment, this instant.

Time stood still here.

All things, frozen by the magic, stopped here.

"Ittō Shura—"

Kurogane Ikki also let out a shout reaching the extreme.

In his hand, the ordinary Intetsu was also covered with azure flames, and he himself turned into a black lightning bolt, slashing out countless sword lights in an instant.

If it were normal times, Haramura Makoto would have been more interested in seeing how Kurogane Ikki managed to break his survival instincts and break through the limits.

But at this moment, when his reason was constantly being washed away by anger, he had no interest in doing such a thing.

"First second!"

Haramura Makoto took the first step, directly away from the center point just now.

"Second second!"

He took the second step, returning to Stella's side, reaching out and gently stroking Stella's red hair.

"Third second!"

He completely stepped out of the crowd, the blood-red long sword Ugetsu was already in his hand.

"Fourth second."

Haramura Makoto had already arrived in front of Smiling.

Looking at that twisted face that made him want to vomit, and the hands stretched out that made him extremely disgusted, Haramura Makoto raised Ugetsu in his hand high, the line of sight in his pupils was extremely indifferent.

"Fifth second."

The barrier formed by the blue mist shattered suddenly, and the world, which had been stagnant for a long time, returned to normal operation.

"Bang bang!"

Two consecutive sounds of objects falling to the ground rang out.

Haramura Makoto's Tachi Ugetsu, which was originally raised high, had also been casually lowered to the right side of his body.

"Drip, drip…"

Next, rhythmic, continuous dripping sounds echoed in this silent space.

"I see, as expected of Smiling-sama, even if your arm has been cut off by me, you can still endure the pain without letting out a single wail."

"Sorry, I actually have some respect for you now."

(What is it, what nonsense is this brown-haired guy talking about, I clearly said that all the livestock are not allowed to move.)

(Livestock that don't listen should be punished so that they understand.)

Electrical signals were transmitted from the brain, wanting to drop the raised hand and let his subordinates shoot.

(Strange, why is my head suddenly a little dizzy.)

(Eh? I did let my hand drop, why haven't they fired yet.)

The vision became a little blurry, and the brain became more and more昏沉, he tried his best to control his eyeballs, wanting to lower his line of sight.

"Blood?"

Not only the head and vision, but even the voice became hoarse.

But he didn't notice the abnormality in his voice, but focused his vision on his arm.

That was an empty arm, and fresh blood was constantly gushing out from the neat break like a spring.

The bright red blood had even condensed into a pool on the flat ground, and in the center of the blood pool were two severed hands.

On those severed hands were his inherent spiritual equipment—『High Court Judge's Ring』.

"This is, my hand?"

Smiling asked this question as if talking to himself.

The pain that should have arrived long ago, but was long overdue, finally began to impact his nerves like a surging tide.

"Aaaaaah—"

A heart-wrenching wail finally sounded at this moment.

This twisted guy had broken down for the first time since he came here.

He no longer had the composure he had at the beginning, the twistedness that could bring fear to everyone between gestures.

Instead, because of the severed hand wailing, the embarrassed appearance of tears and snot mixed together was like a clown performing a drama there.

"Don't understand, trash?"

Haramura Makoto looked down at Smiling, who was kneeling in the blood pool, covering the severed part of his arm and wailing.

Haramura Makoto had planned this from the beginning.

He would move to the center position, and then use his current strongest move, 『Shigure no Kae』, which can freeze time.

Normally speaking, the controllable range of his Shigure no Kae is very small.

To be specific, it is at most about 50 meters in radius.

However, the range of Shigure no Kae is constant according to the strength of the enemy being controlled. Generally speaking, controlling the power of a Blazer is at most 50 meters in radius.

If it is a strong person like Stella, the range he needs to condense will be further reduced.

But fortunately.

Now everyone here is an ordinary person, not only the hostages, but even the terrorists are ordinary people.

Haramura Makoto can try to dilute the concentration of his magic power as much as possible, sacrificing quality to pursue range.

Then, Kurogane Ikki's instant burst will directly cause the twenty or so terrorists to lose their ability to act.

As for the only Blazer here.

Just kidding, did Haramura Makoto train for nothing in these few days of hellish training? Did he think his magic power control ability was as rubbish as it was at the beginning?

Complete precise control may still be a bit difficult, but it is not difficult to do a special enhancement for only one point.

This is also why the supplementary knife is handed over to Kurogane Ikki instead of himself.

"But you don't need to be clear about it either."

Five sword lights directly tore the space, and five blood-colored arrows gushed out.

Smiling, who wanted to say something, found that he could no longer make any sound, and his consciousness gradually disconnected.

His body gradually lost its strength, he tried his best to control his body, but the body still couldn't help but fall to the ground.

"You don't have a chance to repent either."

"You insulted Stella, die here."

……

Society is very tolerant to Blazers.

Especially within the League, there are very few situations where Blazers are sentenced to death. Like this kind of trash, they will generally not be directly executed. At most, they will be put in prison and sentenced to life imprisonment.

But Haramura Makoto doesn't want this kind of trash to waste another second. Their existence in this world is a waste of air.

The best destination for trash is to be swept into the trash can as soon as possible.

"Hmph, not bad!"

"You actually still retain such skills, you two are indeed worthy opponents."

"Let's forget about this time, I will go to her dojo tomorrow to wait for you, you must not stand me up."

With his hands in his pockets, Kurashiki Kurato walked over with a ruffian look, dropped these words condescendingly, glanced at Ayatsuji Yunase with an angry face, and returned to his younger brothers.

"It seems like it's come to this, why don't you talk to us about it."

"Senior Ayatsuji, anyway, it will take some time for the police to arrive, why not take this time to explain the matter between you and that little gangster just now."

"No matter what, my friend has been forced into your dispute."

"I think we should at least have the right to know."

Haramura Makoto put his gaze on Ayatsuji Yunase.

Just like what Haramura Makoto said just now, as student knights, as Blazers, in the situation just now, they have the responsibility to protect the people, and they also have the right to use force in response to emergencies.

That is to say, they can not calculate casualties, not calculate other situations, as long as they do not cause large-scale casualties to the hostages, they will not bear any responsibility.

But no matter what, they are now student knights who have not obtained formal knight licenses, and do not have law enforcement power.

The subsequent processing, detention, and taking notes all require professional people to do it.

They can only wait here now.

So just take this time, he should solve the unresolved matter.

"That's right."

The enemy left here, which also eased Ayatsuji Yunase's restless emotions and calmed down.

"My father's name is Ayatsuji Kaito…"

Ayatsuji Kaito, people call him the last samurai.

He was clearly just an ordinary human, but he became famous because his swordsmanship was superb and he defeated many Blazers.

However, the problem also comes from this.

Two years ago, Ayatsuji Kaito suddenly detected heart disease. For the sake of his remaining life and his family, he finally chose to give up kendo and stopped there.

But not long after he retired, Kurashiki Kurato came to challenge him.

Kurashiki Kurato was of course rejected.

But not long after this rejection, Ayatsuji Kaito's dojo began to have problems.

The disciples he took were always attacked by unknown people. Over time, everyone left the dojo.

That's right, they were attacked by Kurashiki Kurato and his younger brothers. Not only did they torture them physically, but even their hearts for practicing swordsmanship were broken.

"Sure enough, trash is trash."

"Scum is scum."

Haramura Makoto sneered.

"That's right, he's trash."

Ayatsuji Yunase clenched her fists tightly, her teeth clenched tightly.

"Because of this, when he broke into the dojo again, my father finally agreed to duel with him."

The result is already obvious.

If Ayatsuji Kaito won, Ayatsuji Yunase would not have shown such an expression, and Kurashiki Kurato would not have been able to entangle them like this.

"Mr. Kaito shouldn't have lost in swordsmanship."

Kurogane Ikki interjected very definitely.