Death god, my Zanpakuto is a bit trendy

"This is all for the Mikazuki family."

Zong Sheng said without changing his expression.

"Yes, you always say that...I have a better offer now too."

Zongban showed an expression as expected:

"It's also for the Mikazuki family."

"...What do you want to say?"

Zong Sheng's face became a little more complicated.

"Hand over Sokon."

"In exchange for the promise of a superior nobleman from a future chief official with half-finished potential... he will ensure that my Mikazuki family will be safe for a hundred years."

Zongban's mood suddenly stabilized as if he had changed his face.

"...Sohata."

"I understand your dissatisfaction."

"But you have to know that these choices are not selfish."

"Among all the younger generations of the Mikazuki family now, only Munechika is the one who has the talent to become the chief officer or even the vice-captain in the future."

"And relying on outsiders, it won't be long before the Mikazuki family becomes just a name in name."

What Zong Sheng said was true to his heart.

No matter what——

"Brother, this is just your wishful thinking."

"?"

Zong Sheng, who just wanted to help Zong Ban, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"puff!"

The familiar Zanpakuto passed through his heart from behind.

"Zong...wan?"

"Sorry, brother."

That sword was used by Munechika and was a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Mikazuki family.

"The medicine Zonghaan prepared has actually entered your stomach long ago... I conveniently changed the anesthetic to a slightly more toxic one."

"What are you doing..."

"puff."

Zong Wan lightly drew the knife, and Zong Sheng's body fell limply to the ground.

"nothing."

He waved the blade lightly, and a line of dark red with an unpleasant smell fluttered on the ground.

"I just feel that Zongban's words seem to make more sense."

"as well as......"

"call out!"

Zong Wan, who had just killed his brother, cut off the rope tied to Zong Ban with one knife.

However, the latter did not regain the strength to stand up - it was not obvious when he was tied up. After regaining his freedom, Zonghaan found that he did not even have the strength to move his arms.

"Second brother?"

"It's better to divide the reward between one person than two people."

"puff!"

As the Zanpakutō struck down again, Sohata's head was cut vertically in half.

"..."

"Sir, what you told me has been completed."

Mikazuki Munewan put away his Zanpakutō and said to the empty room with only two corpses without looking back.

"I feel a little regretful for giving you this poison."

In the shadow of the corner.

A figure wearing dark night clothes slowly appeared.

As the patriarch of the Mikayue family, although Zong Sheng is not at the level of vice-captain, he is not far behind him. The medicine that can make him lose his resistance unconsciously is naturally not something that Zong Wan, the second-in-command of a mid-level noble, can handle. .

"My lord, you are joking. With your strength, it is just a matter of effort to deal with me."

Zong Wan turned around and said very respectfully.

"...Then should I give it a try?"

"This doesn't seem to be good for adults."

"Of course. Although you took the initiative to reduce the reward to 70%, if you clean up the Mikazuki family, wouldn't it all be mine?"

"Are you going to kill Munechika now?"

"No, his value will take some time to develop."

The man in black didn't immediately understand what Zong Wan meant, but he didn't hide this little thing.

"That's alright... I believe that Munechika, my uncle, can still listen to what he says -"

"Compared to the thieves who massacred the entire family."

"..."

Compared to the "joke" just now, the man in black's eyes were obviously more alert.

"You are very smart."

"It is our Mikazuki family's blessing to be able to serve you."

"...lead the way."

Compared with the promised reward, and not sure about Zong Wan's backup plan, the man in black decided to play it safe——

The most important thing is to do the things that the adult told us first.

"Please!"

Mikazuki's house occupies a small area.

The three brothers and their families share four large houses - the same size as Haruto's dormitory - after exiting the main hall, which symbolizes the dignity of the Mikazuki family, turn left and you will see the house of the former clan leader Zongmori's family.

The injured Munechika lay there.

However.

The moment Zong Wan led the man in black out of the main hall——

"!!"

The continuous drizzle struck a pleasant note on the bluestone.

The dim light, at the edge of the two people's sight, outlined a strange figure that did not belong here:

Black robe, bamboo hat, Zanpakutō.

"who!?"

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"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Haruto raised the brim of his hat with some helplessness.

"I thought this job would be boring, fighting and killing, but I didn't expect to see such a good show before I started."

This outfit was provided by Byakuya.

Although he looked lightly dressed, Byakuya actually brought a lot of things with him when he went out this time. The one that held them all was the God-given armor from the Shifengin family:

Boundary box.

Haruto has been coveting this thing for a long time, but unfortunately there are not many bounding boxes, and even the one in Byakuya's hand is temporarily borrowed from the cat demon.

There is definitely no need to think about it in the short term.

"Who is your Excellency?"

The man in black said with a serious look.

Although the rain curtain affected his perception, as the leader of the secret force, he did not find any trace of the person coming. This is not good news - from what the other party said, I am afraid that he has watched the whole process of the change of the Sanriku family like himself.

The man in black is called Heizo, and the surname Shen was given by the "Silencer" family. He is the vice-captain of the fifth-level spiritual power; because of the nature of his work, he is extremely proficient in instant step and perception. Even if he is a stronger opponent, it is difficult to avoid Heizo's sight.

Judging from this:

The opponent is either a captain or has a special prop to conceal his breath.

A new captain is rare in a century, and if it is a strong man of this level, they can all be taken down before the bribed Zong Wan takes action.

So

Heizo felt that this guy was probably carrying a special item.

"Hmm... a Kamen Rider passing by?"

"?"

The other party's answer gave Heizo a rather absurd feeling.

"... playing tricks!"

"Snap!"

Heizo snapped his fingers.

Three black shadows dressed the same as him appeared on the roof of the Mikazuki family at the same time, stepping on the instant step, and cut off the opponent's retreat from three sides.

Since it is a secret force built in the style of secret maneuvers, instant step is naturally an indispensable skill; the bodies of these subordinates have been transformed by drugs for many years. Although they are all not without achievements in the field of killing fist ghosts, they are only good at instant step and the assassination technique derived from it.

It is indeed not good for frontal combat, but if it is a sneak attack, even the unprepared upper-level officials can be defeated with one blow.

Before knowing the opponent's strength, they are the best testing tools.

"Swish!"

The movement of instant step was covered by the sound of rain.

The next moment, four short blades were aimed at Haruto's neck, back, and side waist... The close-range attack was decisive and fatal.

But!

"Zeng."

The rain slid down the handle of the sword that was exposed outside the cloak, and it sounded like the friction of golden swords and iron horses:

"Dimensional Slash--"

The center of gravity moved down, and the hip line separated.

All the ghost ways contained in the sheath were gathered on the edge.

As Haruto drew his sword and slashed, the spiritual pressure turned into several invisible sword lights when he was out of the sheath, and slashed at the three people at a speed far exceeding the attackers!

"Swallow is back!"

"Puff!!"

"Zeng."

The half-foot cold light returned to the sheath.

Haruto's slightly squatting body slowly stood up.

The three assassins who could use instant steps have turned into blood-colored ink, immersed in the painting of the drizzling night.

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