I formed the strongest swordsman group

Edo, somewhere——

After Nishino and my grandson rushed out of the tea house in no particular order, the two of them rushed to the riverbank non-stop.

——We must catch up...!

While Nishino was thinking so secretly, he subconsciously raised his left hand and held down the saber on his left waist.

Although Nishino was not from a famous family, the sword he used was not simple.

Knife name: Zhenzhu.

Nishino's great-great-grandfather paid 150 taels of gold to hire a famous craftsman to cast the sword.

This knife has been handed down from generation to generation in the Nishino family, and now it has been handed down for five generations. It is a veritable family heirloom sword.

It has been handed down for 5 generations, but it is still sharp and cuts iron like mud... This also shows from the side how excellent the quality of this knife is.

The reason why it is named Zhenzhu is because Nishino’s great-great-grandfather hoped that his descendants would be as proud of the snow and frost as the chaste bamboo, and not to be a villain who violated samurai morality.

As a "criminal policeman" who has been on the job for many years, Nishino's body has been tempered, whether it is physical strength or footwork, it is beyond the reach of others.

He thought that my grandson, who was purely a civil servant, would not be able to keep up with his speed, but he didn't expect that the other party's pace was not much slower than his.

As the two galloped forward, the street scene, which was far from lively, quickly receded behind them.

After a while, the unique muddy smell of the river embankment entered Nishino's nostrils.

Nishino looked forward, and the embankment was close in front of him.

The mysterious man who behaved strangely still stayed in place.

I was on the second floor of the tea house just now, because the distance is too far, so I can't see it very clearly. Now that the distance is getting closer, Nishino can clearly see the figure and appearance of the mysterious man.

Neither fat nor thin; standard shaved head; double knives on waist; dark complexion; protruding chin; protruding teeth; vicious facial features.

Seeing this man's honor, Nishino couldn't help thinking of wild boars.

As the saying goes: A relationship is born from the heart.

Although people often say that this is nonsense, Nishino has always believed that "Looking from the Heart" has certain merits and references.

Because of his occupation, Nishino has seen too many criminals and scumbags. According to his own observation, the appearance of villains and traitors is really different from ordinary people.

Although it is a bit arbitrary to say so, but at the first sight of the mysterious man...that is, the man who looks exactly like a wild boar, Nishino concluded: He is definitely not a good person!

There were no pedestrians around the embankment, so it was very quiet around.

Therefore, against the background of this quiet atmosphere, the footsteps of Nishino and my grandson became more obvious.

Wild Boar Face immediately turned his head following the sound.

When it was clear that the visitors were two menacing warriors, and one of them was wearing a ten-hand with a red tassel tied around his waist, the wild boar's face changed drastically.

Then, like a conditioned reflex, he turned and ran away without any hesitation.

Run away when you see an official... The level of suspicion in Nishino's heart has risen to the top of the wild boar face.

Boar Face's escape direction is the east - this is the town dweller.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Boar Face roared impatiently, while pushing away all the innocent people standing in front of him with extremely rough movements.

"Pursuance office handles the case! The idlers wait and get out of the way!"

Nishino lifted up Haori's right hem, revealing the red tasseled ten hands and the exclusive seal cage of the magistrate hanging on his right waist.

Although he was not as rude as the wild boar face, he was not polite to anyone who was slow to react and did not retreat to the side of the road in time - he just pushed them away.

As for whether the person being pushed fell or was injured... Because he didn't pay attention to look, Xi Ye didn't know, and he didn't have time to find out.

Grabbing the wild boar's face is currently the top priority. Compared with this, whether the passers-by fell or were injured is simply a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

Although the legs of the wild boar face are not long, the speed is really not slow.

Even Nishino and my grandson, who have been battle-hardened and have experienced countless street chases in their lives, have always had difficulty closing the distance with each other.

"If this continues, maybe that guy will escape..."

Behind Nishino, my grandson murmured.

Because Nishino was running in front of my grandson, he didn't know: After muttering so much, my grandson stretched out his right index finger to the center of his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and seemed thoughtful.

After a while, he opened his eyes suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Nishino was startled by a sonorous and forceful shout:

"Nishino-kun! This way!"

"Um?"

Nishino turned his head, and saw my grandson suddenly made a 90-degree turn and ran straight to a narrow path not far away.

"What are you doing?!"

Nishino couldn't help but stop, and asked loudly.

"We took a shortcut to block him."

My grandson gave simple, straightforward answers without looking back.

"shortcut?"

Nishino was taken aback.

It would be nice to have a shortcut.

However, because I am not very familiar with my grandson, Nishino is instinctively skeptical of the other party's words and deeds.

But obviously, the current environment does not allow Nishino to think slowly and hesitate here.

However, he gritted his teeth when he was ready to make a decision, and followed my grandson's pace.

The positions of the two who got into the narrow path were reversed, and now my grandson ran in front, and Xi Ye ran behind.

"My grandson, are you familiar with this neighborhood?"

Nishino couldn't help asking.

"In the whole of Edo, except for Edo Castle, there is no place I am not familiar with."

My grandson turned his face to the side and smiled lightly.

...

"Huchi...! Huchi...! Huchi...! Huchi...!"

The wild boar's face, which felt that its lungs were swollen and painful, staggered and dragged its body forward while clutching its chest.

This place is a remote area between two towns, and there are few pedestrians.

He ran up to the present in one breath, unable to run any further, leaning on the wall with his hands, and turning his head to look back with the time of breathing.

Looking at his empty back, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you get rid of it..."

A little bit of joy and rejoicing floated on his brows.

Just when he was about to lean against the earth wall next to him and take a break——

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack...

He suddenly heard the sound of footsteps from far to near in a certain alley not far away.

Before he could follow the sound, two slender figures shot out of the alley like shooting arrows.

"Hoho~ Looks like I've caught up~~"

In an instant, the ugly face of the boar face was dyed with fear and trepidation.

"Nishino-kun, how is it? The shortcut I took you is not wrong, right?"

Nishino ignored my grandson's request for credit, and after rushing out of the alley, his eyes were fixed on the boar face.

"You should recognize what this is?"

Nishino lifted up Haori's right hem again, revealing the ten hands of red tassels and the cage of the magistrate.

"If you don't want to be beaten, just obediently grab it with your arms tied. You have nowhere to escape."

"..."

The wild boar face tried to escape.

But he soon discovered that it would be futile to escape now.

He was out of breath by now, exhausted.

On the other hand, Nishino and my grandson... because they took a shortcut, they still retain considerable physical strength.

Even if Wild Boar Face runs away again, it will only be a matter of time before he is overtaken due to the ebb and flow of physical strength on both sides.

"...why do you keep chasing after me?"

Wild Boar Face took a deep breath, pretending to be calm.

"I didn't steal, I didn't rob, and I didn't kill anyone. Why do you chase me all over the street with a murderous look?"

Hearing this, my grandson grinned:

"Instead, I want to ask you: Since you are an innocent person who has done nothing wrong, why did you turn your head and run away without hesitation when you saw the two of us approaching?"

"I was just terrified."

Boar Face replied without thinking.

"Suddenly seeing an official rushing towards me, anyone will be frightened, right?"

"Enough, shut up!"

Nishino interrupted Boar Face's argument with an impatient tone.

"If you have anything to say, wait until you go to the execution office. If you are really innocent, we will return your innocence."

"..."

Following Nishino's words, the wild boar's face became extremely ugly and solemn.

He looked at Nishino with a fierce look in his eyes, and then at my grandson.

Neither speak.

Just like that, silently reaching his waist, he drew his knife out of its sheath.

Wild Boar Face's thoughts are clearly revealed.

"...I advise you not to do that."

While Nishino said calmly, he raised his left hand to press the sheath, raised his thumb against the blade, pushed it forward, and heard a "click", and a finger-wide silver-white blade popped out from the sheath.

"Hmph~ How brave you are to dare to draw a sword against an official~~"

"But unfortunately, your courage is misplaced~~"

"I'll give you a piece of advice: Throw away the thing in your hand, and then kneel down and surrender."

"Otherwise, the sword has no eyes!"

"If you wait for the war to start, you will have no chance to surrender!"

Although my grandson has a mouth habit of "like to draw the end of the sound when speaking", when he puts away his casual and lazy attitude and puts on a serious posture, he can still speak well.

My grandson's persuasion to capitulate just now is not without agitation.

Full of air, loud and powerful.

However, at the moment when my grandson handed out this notice to persuade him to surrender——

"...my grandson."

"Huh? Nishino-kun, what's the matter?"

"You want to use words to shake the will of the thieves, and strive to achieve 'a soldier without a fight'. I have no problem with that. But when you say these cruel words, can you not hide behind me?"

After all, Nishino turned his face sideways, and with helpless eyes, he glanced at my grandson who hid most of his body behind him.

You are the one who shouts the most, and you are the one who hides the most.

"Nishino-kun, I'm a 'Military Advisor'~~"

My grandson said in a half-serious, half-joking tone:

"You can't count on the 'military division' to take the lead, can you?"

"... Forget it, whatever is fine. Since you are not good at martial arts, then back off, as far as you can go."

After finishing speaking, Nishino pulled out the chastity bamboo from his waist with a "bass".

The clang of the treasured sword being unsheathed continued for a long time between heaven and earth.

Judging from the current situation, my grandson's persuasion to surrender undoubtedly had little effect... No, it should be said that it had no effect at all.

Boar Face was not at all moved.

I saw him spread his feet and pointed at Nishino's face with the tip of the knife raised in the middle. It didn't look like he was going to abandon the knife and surrender.

"Nishino-kun, although I'm not good at martial arts, I can still do some simple combat support~~"

"Just remember to protect yourself."

Nishino answered casually.

Although there is no need to talk about samurai etiquette with the "subject to be arrested", based on the simple samurai sentiment, Nishino still reported to the house in a polite and loud voice:

"Beichen One Sword Style,"

"Nishino Hoshijiro!"

The boar's face froze for a moment.

"Nishino Sejiro...you are the Nishino Sejiro from the Northern Station..."

Obviously, Boar Face had heard of Nishino's name.

Perhaps because of being intimidated by Nishino's name, Ye Zhu's face changed drastically in an instant.

It wasn't until a long while later that he came back to his senses that he yelled loudly at a volume not inferior to Nishino:

"Shinto no-mind flow,"

"Eitaro Komatsu!"

Nishino: "..."

Komatsu: "..."

Bang—the brief silence was broken by a loud stomping sound.

Nishino concentrated his strength on the toes of his hind legs, and then kicked forward suddenly.

While running, he raised the chastity bamboo in his hand high, posing a posture of a big upper class.

For Nishino, the purpose of this battle was to capture Komatsu alive, not to kill him.

Therefore, his knife was not aimed at Xiaosong's vitals, but went straight to Xiaosong's knife.

He planned to disarm Komatsu directly.

The moment Nishino's body came within Komatsu's attack range, a "silver snake" bit down on Nishino's chest fiercely.

Nishino didn't dare to take it too seriously, and hastily changed his moves. The "disarming blow" was transformed into a "defensive block" in the blink of an eye.

clang!

Zhenzhu and Xiaosong's swords were entangled in mid-air.

The white blades intersected and splashed out a little spark.

As if scalded by boiling water, Xiao Song hurriedly backed away.

The step backwards seems casual at first glance, but the center of gravity of the lower body and the posture of the upper body remain unchanged.

Seeing this, Nishino instantly understood: the man opposite him is quite skilled, and he is not someone to be taken lightly.

With this in mind, Nishino immediately pulled himself together and focused all his attention on the Zhenzhu in his hand and the battle situation in front of him.

Strictly speaking, Nishino's swordsmanship is not that high.

Although he has practiced Beichen One-Sword Style since childhood, but because his ambition is not here, he only holds the catalog qualification of Beichen One-Sword Style until now.

However, there is no strong correlation between combat effectiveness and swordsmanship level.

Nishino's swordsmanship level is indeed average, but he possesses something that countless experienced fighters do not possess: rich practical experience.

At this time, Nishino relaxed his hand a little, and gave the knife a light rhythm. The tip of the knife suddenly twitched slightly like the tail of a wagtail. The cold light on the tip was like a firefly, flying up and down swiftly.

It is the signature posture of Beichen's Yidao style: slightly twitching the tip of the knife to prevent the tip of the knife from freezing, while enhancing the flexibility of the attack, it is difficult for the opponent to see through his intentions.

In the next instant, a violent wave of attack hit Komatsu's whole body.

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Leopard Leopard Resurrection!

I even took 4 days of sick leave... This is the first time Leopard Leopard has taken such a long leave of absence since he wrote the novel. What's wrong.

Because Bao Baozi just got out of bed, the writing state is not very good. After sitting in a chair for a long time, there will be a feeling of body hanging, so today's chapter is a bit short, sorry! (Leopard Head Crying.jpg)