Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

Looking at Kiyomizu, who was in a precarious battle with Uesugi Shirakawa, Uesugi Nobu couldn't help but feel embarrassed and at a loss.

After a couple of seconds of愣, he hurriedly trotted towards the living room.

When he returned, he had a pistol in his right hand and a katana in his left.

This was left by the ancestors of the Uesugi branch when they moved to the Kōka region during the Edo period.

"Kiyomizu!"

Uesugi Nobu threw the katana into the air.

With quick eyes and hands, Kiyomizu suddenly fell to the side, using his left foot as a pivot, and swept Uesugi Shirakawa off his feet with a right leg sweep. He continued to brace the ground with both hands, and with excellent core strength, he somersaulted in mid-air and caught the katana.

Uesugi Nobu gritted his teeth, seized the opportunity, raised his musket, and fired a shot at his former eldest son.

"Bang!"

Gunsmoke floated from the muzzle, and a pit appeared in Uesugi Shirakawa's body. His body also retreated backward under the strong momentum carried by the bullet, but he did not fall.

The pit was also healing at a seemingly slow but visible speed.

"Clang~!"

The katana was unsheathed, and the snow-white blade reflected Kiyomizu's eyes.

In his heart, he already had a rough guess about this world.

However, there are many worlds with creatures that have super healing abilities, immortality, and extreme bloodlust and mania. He still needs to conduct further verification.

Having a weapon or not has a significant impact on combat power.

Under the influence of Kazakami Chiran, Kiyomizu also practiced the Sand Hidden Style swordsmanship.

Although it was only at the beginner level, ensuring that he had some counterattack power when he was close to the enemy without a puppet, he had also received training from professionals.

Stepping back, avoiding the oncoming claws, Kiyomizu held the knife with both hands, turned and stabbed straight, and when the opponent reacted and turned around, his arms drove the blade to rotate in the opposite direction to the opponent, and finally, with an upward slash, he cut off Uesugi Shirakawa's arm.

Kiyomizu frowned slightly and took a step back. There were already five long, torn holes on his clothes from being scratched by another claw.

The quality of this knife in his hand doesn't seem to be very good.

According to what Uesugi Nobu once said, this knife was Kiyomizu's great-grandfather's saber, and it is now seventy or eighty years old.

Without careful maintenance and without professionals to repair it, it can still be used now, which was definitely a treasure knife in that era.

It's just that the firmness is still good, but the blade is too dull, and the previous cut almost got stuck in the bones of the arm.

This is what almost caused the injury just now.

"Kiyomizu, be careful!"

Uesugi Nobu suddenly exclaimed at Kiyomizu, while shooting at the ground with the short musket in his hand.

The section of arm that Kiyomizu had cut off earlier was now running quickly on the ground with two fingers erected as feet, intending to attack Kiyomizu from behind.

But fortunately, the bullet fired by Uesugi Nobu successfully blocked the arm's advancing route, forcing it to detour.

Kiyomizu once again flashed the knife in front of Uesugi Shirakawa's eyes, but it was actually just a feint.

With a turn and a side kick, he kicked the latter away. Kiyomizu retreated, picked up the chopsticks on the table, threw them out using the throwing technique of ninja tools, and steadily stabbed the arm.

The combat strategy must be changed!

The footwork changed again, Kiyomizu dodged sideways, allowing Uesugi Shirakawa, who was rushing forward trying to regain his arm, to pass by, and with a turn of the katana in his hand, he cut towards Uesugi Shirakawa's knee joint.

The katana in his hand slashed out swiftly and sharply, accurately hitting every joint on Uesugi Shirakawa's body.

Uesugi Nobu held the short musket, constantly aiming, but did not dare to shoot.

The distance between Kiyomizu and Uesugi Shirakawa was too close, and he was afraid of accidentally injuring Kiyomizu.

The eldest son had already turned into this ghostly appearance, and he did not want to lose his second son.

The horny claws collided with the katana, splashing sparks.

Kiyomizu's steps were light, constantly engaging with Uesugi Shirakawa.

If you want to restrain the opponent, sealing techniques are an option, but the main body has not learned them, and he will not.

Then you can only physically seal it.

......

Outside the mansion.

On the street.

Without exception, a first, a first, an inner, a capacity, a look, a look!

A shadow holding a knife in one hand was rushing forward quickly under the guidance of a crow.

On the street in the other direction, there were also a dozen or so policemen wearing police uniforms and holding weapons rushing towards the place where the gunshots were heard.

The town head's residence is of course in the safest area in the town.

And in Konan Town, what place would be safer than near the police station?

After being alarmed by the gunshots, all the policemen in the police station rushed to the place where the gunshots were heard with all their might.

If something happens to the town head, they will definitely be in trouble too, because their superior's superior is also surnamed Uesugi.

......

Kiyomizu had already formulated a tactic based on local conditions.

Stepping aside, giving way to Uesugi Shirakawa and his arm controlled by chopsticks.

As Kiyomizu expected, Uesugi Shirakawa instinctively rushed forward, wanting to take back his arm.

"Dad!"

Kiyomizu shouted a reminder, while his body quickly moved sideways.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang, and Uesugi Nobu shot Uesugi Shirakawa in the chest.

Although it could not cause substantial damage to Uesugi Shirakawa, the momentum of the bullet was enough to delay his forward speed.

Kiyomizu seized the opportunity, used all his strength, and slashed at Uesugi Shirakawa's head.

The head landed, making Uesugi Shirakawa's ghostly wail.

"Ah ah ah! ! ! Please! Please! Let me eat a bite of your flesh! I'm really hungry, so hungry, so hungry!"

The sound was shrill, reaching outside the house, causing the white-haired man carrying the knife to speed up.

"Bang!"

The heavy door was kicked open with one kick, and what first caught the white-haired man's eyes was the scene of Kiyomizu dodging an attack from a headless body with a lazy donkey roll.

Uesugi Nobu opened the breech of the gun, ejected the hot cartridge, took out another bullet, stuffed it in, closed it, and shot at the headless body again.

In this era, semi-automatic repeating pistols have not yet been popularized in East Asia, and Uesugi Nobu can only load bullets one by one.

Kiyomizu seized the opportunity to dodge, threw out the katana, grabbed the short table on the tatami, pushed it against Uesugi Shirakawa's body, and pressed it all the way to the wall, binding him.

"Who are you?"

Uesugi Nobu vigilantly raised his gun and looked at the fierce man who suddenly appeared at the door.