I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 130 Kite

Swinging his sword to chop off an arm of the island nation's monk, Fujii tree tripped the thug who stepped forward and pierced the man's throat with the knife. Takeda Kanyanagi, who had just fallen to the ground, was still crawling with difficulty.

I want to escape from this office.

"Bang bang bang!"

After splitting several bullets with a series of chops, Fujii looked at the ninja Gaiin who had taken out a revolver. He was ten times stronger than an ordinary person, and ordinary light weapons could no longer hit him, let alone this backward revolver from the late 19th century.

Still using black powder which burns slowly.

The ninja outer seal held the sword backwards, and Fujii looked at it and smiled. Doing this in front of him, who has the skill of the Ichimonji Slash, was simply a master's degree.

Takeda Kanyanagi's three white-suited military advisors rolled and crawled away. The remaining four or five thugs wanted to go up to rescue their sponsor, but they were afraid of Fujii's sword and blocked the doorway in a dilemma.

"The profession of ninja should also die out."

Fujii used the Reverse Ichimonji Slash, and the ninja outer seal monster came forward with a roar, a red line appeared on his face, his eyes turned half a circle, and his body and the white mask on his face were cut open.

"Ugh! Ahem!"

Takeda Kanyanagi, who was crawling on the ground, had a large amount of blood on his hands, and the smell of human organs flowing out directly made him retching, but Fujii Shu still kept him useful for the time being, using the tip of his sword to provoke the ninja seal

His sword thrust into Takeda Kanyanagi's palm, pinning him to the floor.

"Come together!"

Fujii commented, when there was a burst of chaotic footsteps in the corridor of the office. He glanced at Takeda Kanyanagi who wanted to pull out his hand and carried the sword on his back, but was afraid of the pain, and walked out of the office.

"It's pitter-patter, it's pitter-patter, it's raining in the cold rain."

Putting the sword blade on Takeda Kanyanagi's shoulder, whose palms were still bleeding, Fujii followed him to the underground warehouse of the mansion. Half a person's height of banknotes were piled in front of him. He cut Takeda Kanyanagi's neck with his sword and took the money.

Put it all in the sack next to it.

Fujii Shu, who had just killed hundreds of people, showed a kind smile, took out a few five-yuan notes from his arms, and gave one to each of these little beggars.

The little beggars in ragged clothes gathered around Fujii Shu, who had changed into a luxurious brocade dress. He looked like a rich man, but he didn't know if he had any kind heart.

"Tell me, where is your money? Otherwise, you will suffer."

"Brother, please give me some food."

The owner of this figure was singing a ballad in a strange accent, which made Miss Xun frown.

Kenshin's bright smile was interrupted, and Miss Xun, whom he had taken in, disappeared.

"That's him. Kill him and you'll be rewarded heavily."

Takeda Kanyanagi was completely frightened. The screams coming from outside the corridor, the sound of swords clashing, and the cutting sounds of sharp blades entering his body formed a terrifying symphony that made him tremble and not even have the courage to escape.

rise.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

The first unlucky guy was cut open with a straight chop, even after being strengthened. These soldiers were only four times stronger, and very few had kendo skills up to LV3. Fujii Shu rushed into the crowd, lifting up the severed limbs and arms.

In the blink of an eye, a long corridor was cleared.

So one day later, more than a dozen giant kites rose from the sky in Tokyo, dragging a bulging sack, and scattered coins all over the streets where the poor lived. People went out frantically to grab money, and no one got into fights about it.

A small number even alerted a large number of police officers to maintain order.

The Ronin warriors raised their swords and swarmed forward. There were enemies on both sides of Fujii Shu, so he simply rushed into the crowd on the left. This time, the enemies had real guns and swords in their hands. They were different from the gangsters in Ichikawa Gym, and his strength

This is no longer the case.

Miss Xun, who was unconscious, opened her eyes and found that her mouth was gagged and her hands and feet were tied tightly with ropes. A familiar figure had her back to her. She was using cold and transparent well water in front of the well in front of the temple to carefully

Clean a machete.

"My young heart was frozen, waiting for my father who never returned. I only knew that my father was a killer."

The escaping military advisor in a white suit pointed at Fujii Shu who appeared. After noticing his gaze, he hid in a panic among the large number of ronin samurai raised by Takeda Kanyanagi that he had called.

There is no point in talking too much. In the dungeon world, Fujii is not a swordsman who has sworn not to kill. The six-foot-wide and one-hundred-foot-long corridor is crowded with sword-fighting ronin warriors. Some of them are from the shogunate, and some are from the shogunate.

He recently fled here after the defeat of the Western Army. He was once a member of the honorable warrior family and a noble family, but now he sold his life just to feed himself.

"He is an evil spirit, run away!"

"Ahhh! Give me a good time!"

Perhaps because he was reluctant to part with the thug salary, the thugs at the door filed in. Fujii Shu slashed with his sword, spilling wanton blood. Within a few breaths, there was no living thing standing except him.

"Don't come here, please."

"It doesn't matter who I am, but your money is important."

"Take me to a craftsman's shop that can weave big kites. I'll take you to play, and you can get some money later."

"Ah! Ah! Who are you?"

The ronin samurai on the right rushed forward. Fujii, who was covered in blood, raised his sword and killed him. He turned and slashed through a samurai. His horizontal sword blocked a row of downward-pressing sword blades. He rolled close to the row of ronin and stood up.

In an instant, he slashed left and right, cutting three or four ronin into more than a dozen pieces, and there were a few more bloodstains on the wall of the corridor, telling the story of the cruel process.

A quarter of an hour later, not only the corridor, but the entire mansion was covered with corpses. From the two to three hundred ronin warriors who poured in, more than half of them became decorations everywhere. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

When Fujii returned to the office, he pulled out the sword that pierced the back of Takeda Kanyanagi's hand, wiped the blood on the sword with a tablecloth, and stepped on Takeda Kanyanagi who was pretending to be dead.

Compared with those evil monsters, these miscellaneous fish don't even have the strength to warm up.

Smiling Kenshin returned to Kamiya Dojo from the messy streets. With his outstanding skills, he picked up a small bag of banknotes. When he stepped into the main room of Kamiya Dojo, he found a letter of war stabbed on the wall with his sword.

Book.

"He is only one person!"

Fujii Shu sang the ballad of another wandering swordsman from the island country who is as famous as Zatoichi and his son Wolf. The singing was not unpleasant, but Miss Hexun didn't know how to appreciate it.

White light mist fills the bamboo forest in the mountains, and the temple leading to the bluestone steps is hidden in the mountain mist.

The letter of challenge was written with a calligraphy brush and contained only the address and the name of the sender.

"Fujii tree."

When Kenshin read out this name, a killing intent that he hadn't seen for a long time flashed in his eyes. In an instant, Battousai, the murderous executioner, returned.

After dawn, Fujii Shu pushed the cart on the street. No one would have thought that there were piles of sacks on the cart, which were full of banknotes.

"Bury your tears, kill people, and just go back alive."

Fujii put down the white towel he was wiping his sword with and looked at the figure that was gradually becoming clearer in the mist.

"If we can't go back, the child will also turn into bones in the rain."

Himura Kenshin arrived as promised, the two looked at each other, Fujii Shu stopped his unpleasant singing, and the atmosphere became solemn.

(End of chapter)