I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 81 Challenge

A young man practicing swordsmanship? Probably doing it as a sideshow.

This uncle is none other than Nagara Sosuke who killed someone, but his soul is no longer the upstart he was before, but was temporarily occupied by the swordsman Kotetsu.

Turning his head and glancing at the bamboo sword Fujii put on the bar, Nagara Sosuke absorbed the memory of the original owner and knew that this was a prop for modern kendo practice. There were similar things like this in the era when he was active.

It doesn't surprise him.

God has allowed me, Nagara Sosuke, to appear in this era, and there must be a purpose for it.

After finishing his meal, Nagara Sosuke took out a few pieces of paper called money from his pocket, pressed them under the empty bowl, stood up and left.

"Uncle, the money you gave me is too much."

Fujii kindly reminded me that no one would pay for a meal at an izakaya with several thousand yen bills. This uncle had several empty wine bottles in front of him. Was he drunk?

"Well, the extra money can be regarded as a reward."

Nagara Sosuke turned around and left the izakaya. The shopkeeper took the change and chased after him, but after a while he shook his head and came back. It seemed that he had not caught up.

After leaving the izakaya, Nagara Sosuke was walking through the alley with Kotetsu on his back. He bumped into a gang of gangsters who were beating up a homeless man.

"Trash, you should have the awareness of trash. If you sleep here, you will trip me."

Gangsters gather in small groups and use steel pipes to beat the crouched homeless people. This is considered normal in the island country. Young people often take out their anger on these marginalized people in society, and no one cares if they are beaten to death or maimed.

"roll!"

Nagara Prime Minister removed Kotetsu from his back and expressed his opinion simply. As a swordsman who once walked through troubled times, he would not remain indifferent.

"Uncle Ogissan, didn't your mother teach you not to meddle in other people's business?"

The gangster's leader, a young man with green hair, took a blood-stained steel pipe and knocked on the wall of the alleyway.

"Can you borrow some money to spend some time? I see you look well dressed."

He noticed Nagara Sosuke's high-end suit, and he immediately had the evil intention to make a fortune.

Kotetsu pulled out the sword's scabbard inch by inch, and the cold light pierced the night sky. Nagara stepped forward a few steps and slashed it down with one strike.

The steel pipe in the gangster leader's hand was neatly divided into two parts. He and his companions fled in a panic, completely losing their arrogance just now.

Nagara Sosuke did not pursue, but stepped over the injured homeless man on the ground and continued on the path he chose.

He didn't walk for long and soon came to a kendo gym. He raised his head and saw a plaque hanging on the top of the imposing door.

"Ichikawa Itto-ryu, let's see how good it is."

Nagara Prime Minister stepped in. From now on, he will challenge these sword halls one by one to prove his strength as the world's best swordsman.

Kotetsu's sword was unsheathed with a clear sound, and the sharp light of the sword passed over Nagara Sousuke's silent face, and he walked through the corridor of the kendo hall and arrived at the main room in the backyard.

"Is this guest here to play in the gym? There is no need to draw the sword, right?"

In the main room sat a man in kimono who was taking care of his real sword, with his back to Nagara Sousuke, asking.

"In a competition between swordsmen, using real swords is the only way to respect each other. Please give me some advice."

Nagara Sousuke raised the Kotetsu sword, and after saying that, he quickly stepped forward, raised the sword in his hand, took care of the sword from the man, turned the blade, and gave him a blow.

The two of them each took a few steps back. The kimono man's skills were quite good. It only took less than half a second from standing up to drawing his sword to fight.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard fell and fell on the water reflecting the confrontation between the two people, causing a ripple.

The figures intertwined again, the kimono man's tachi and Nagara's Kotetsu collided in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere.

Nagara Sosuke's Kotetsu block blocked the kimono man's horizontal slash with his sword. The blade turned, and the next slash was dodged as if it was expected. The kimono man slashed skillfully with the sword, leaving a shallow mark on the tip of Nagara Sosuke's nose.

A shallow red line.

Nagara Sosuke also pulled away the blade. After being dodged by the slash, his Kotetsu stabbed into the kimono man's abdomen, slightly winning.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a skilled swordsman in this world. I accepted the offer and won."

Sheathing the sword, Nagara Sousuke had calculated the distance. The kimono man's chop would only leave a scar on his face at most. And if he hadn't saved a little strength just now, the kimono man's abdomen would have been cut.

pierce.

"Hmm! Who are you anyway?"

The man in the kimono originally thought that someone was deliberately looking for a master to kick his gym, but after the fight, he realized that this was definitely not an ordinary person. He had really had murderous intentions just now, but he was no match for the opponent in front of him.

"I don't need to know my name, I'm just an unknown swordsman passing by."

Before successfully challenging the kendo masters from all over the island, Nagara Sosuke would not take the initiative to reveal his name in person. After calling an ambulance for the man in kimono, he used the phone in the main room to call an ambulance and left without looking back.

——

The plump and round long legs were put into white cotton stockings, outlining the slightly slender outline. Kamiya Rin in front of the shrine house put on the red and white shrine maiden costume, picked up the enshrined Minamoto sword, stood up and picked up the breath from the floor.

The tanuki youkai Shinnosuke is sleeping.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Shinnosuke opened his eyes and was put on Kamiya Rin's shoulder. The kimono he was wearing was replaced by a newer style, and his complexion was much better than before.

"Lord God told me that there is new trouble, and I need your sense of smell to find the source of the trouble."

Rin Kamiya explained a few words. As the shrine maiden of Yubai Daimyojin, she has the responsibility to deal with these supernatural events.

"In addition to eating and sleeping every day, it's time for you to contribute your strength, right?"

Rin Kamiya, who thought he had taken in a free laborer, angrily blamed Shinnosuke for pretending to be dead.

"Hi, hi! Hi! I'll just go out with you."

Shinnosuke had no choice but to compromise. The demon was under the roof and had to bow his head.

The tanuki yokai jumped onto Kamiya Rin's shoulder. Mortals couldn't see the yokai, and it didn't make any disguise.

"Miss Kamiya, there are very few people who believe in the Jade White God you serve, right? Except for the villagers near the foot of the mountain, I have never seen anyone worshiping his statue."

On the way down the mountain, Shinnosuke asked Rin Kamiya curiously. It was not like he had done nothing during this period. At least he had explored the surrounding environment clearly.

"Master Yubai's mission is to protect humans in Tokyo. However, the government in modern society has completely stopped allowing the theory of gods and ghosts to become mainstream. The loss of believers is also normal."

Rin Kamiya answered truthfully, with a trace of loneliness flashing across his face. The Kamiya family, which has served Yubai Daimyojin for generations, now has only one direct member left. It is said that the blood of the ancestors was blended with the spiritual blood of Yubai Daimyojin, and they obtained supernatural powers.

With strength beyond ordinary people and a physique that can see monsters, if they don't continue to multiply, this once famous family will disappear in the long river of history.

(End of chapter)