I teach kendo in Tokyo

As for a certain monster whom Tamamo once knew, he was the opponent Kazuma encountered while tracking down the God of Music. The two sides didn't fight directly, but they were still at a level where they could talk to Tamamo. At that time, Kazuma heard a nursery rhyme about a caged bird, so he temporarily called her "caged bird". Kazuma speculated that the caged bird lady must have gotten involved with Fuzhi Technology, that is, she was on the opposite side of him. Kazuma does not think of himself as a messenger of justice, an incarnation of heaven, or anything like that, but that thing from Fuzhi Technology is definitely on the opposite side of justice and conscience. It's a pity that the God of Music incident failed to uncover their tail. After that, Fuzhi Technology, which suffered a lot, seemed to have completely hidden itself. During college, Ma and Ma Zeng contacted Aramaki, who was in charge of the investigation, several times, but did not receive any news from Fuzhi Technology.

At that time, Kazuma thought about sneaking into its headquarters building to investigate, but he gave up after thinking about it. After all, it is not a hegemonic country. It cannot invade other people's territory based on the suspicion of a bag of washing powder and then burn and kill them wantonly. In any case, the residents of the mysterious side, including their own foxes, are basically very restless masters in the real world, and the monsters hidden behind the Hyuga Company are probably of the same tone.

"...In short, they are all opponents that the sword can deal with, right?" Qingliu confirmed, as if this was the key point she cared about.

"That's true." Kazuma nodded.

"I understand. Since the knife can handle it, there's nothing to be afraid of!" Qingliu said loudly, and patted the Qingyu on his waist, which seemed to calm his mood.

"Even if you can deal with it with a sword, it's not something that ordinary villains can match. Don't be careless." Looking at the disciples who were building up their fighting spirit, Kazuma warned with a frown.

Although in the modern world ruled by scientific civilization, the monsters whose strength has been greatly weakened are probably no match for him and Seiryu, but it is hard to say what the outcome will be if the battle starts in the Land of Eternal Darkness. According to Tamamo, monsters in the Land of Eternal Darkness can display their pre-fading strength, and that is still something new and unknown to them.

Among the myths and legends circulated in the Japanese archipelago, there are many stories of swordsmen slaying monsters, and there are also many stories of swordsmen who accidentally caught and stewed by monsters. This time he and Qingliu set foot in the land of Eternal Darkness where monsters dominate. To a certain extent, it was a reappearance of myths and legends. No one knew what the outcome would be. Kazuma suddenly regretted not bringing Tamamo over, but then realized that such an idea was too cowardly. After all, the probability of facing the mysterious side will only be much higher in the future. If he relies on Tamamo for everything, then what else should he do?

"Hema, look! Is there a statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

Just as Kazuma was struggling, Seiryu's unexpected call came from in front of him.

Hema looked up and saw an old Buddhist shrine on the bank next to the reeds. After walking over, I saw a heavily weathered statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva enshrined in the Buddhist niche. Kazuma couldn't help but be surprised. Looking back, he and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva seemed to be very destined. When he went to challenge the Tsuda-gumi, he also encountered a statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the way back and forth. Since then, he has had several mysterious encounters with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. According to the mysterious side, it should be said that he received a lot of care, right?

"Unless hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha..." Kazuma muttered to himself as he looked at the Jizo statue.

"Ah, I know, this is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's oath, right?" Qingliu interjected from the side. Buddhism was very prosperous in Japan in history, and today, strong Buddhist traditions are still preserved in various parts of Japan, so the vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva are familiar to Seiryu.

"Very good, then do you know what this sentence means?" Kazuma tested his disciple a little.

"Well, in order to help the suffering people, you will not hesitate even if you go to hell, what do you mean?" Qingliu answered unconfidently.

"Yes, there is no turning back." Kazuma took a deep breath and clenched his fists. I felt a scorching flame rising in my chest, and a heroic spirit of "If I don't go to jail, who will go to jail?" rose up, and all the previous distracting thoughts suddenly disappeared. Kazuma carefully bowed his hands together to the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and Seiryu next to him quickly followed suit. Kazuma, who caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, couldn't help but smile, but the sound of a tin stick shaking suddenly reached his ears. Kazuma looked up at the Ksitigarbha statue in shock, but found no special signs. Kazuma stared at the Ksitigarbha statue in confusion, wondering if it was a psychological effect. He always felt that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva seemed to be hesitant to speak. Unfortunately, he could not figure out the mystery for a while.

"It seems like those people in Kozuo should be right in front. Let's catch up and take a look."

After bidding farewell to the Ksitigarbha statue, Kazuma called Seiryu to step onto the trestle in the reed marsh. Seiryu was amazed by the long trestle built by an unknown person, while Kazuma concentrated on capturing the sounds around him. Walking out of the reed marsh along the trestle, Kazuma suddenly said "Hey" and looked back. Seiryu immediately drew his sword on guard, but there was no one behind him.

"Master?"

"...Hmm, is it an illusion?"

Kazuma scratched his head in confusion. He did feel a subtle feeling coming from behind just now, but in a place like the Land of Everlasting Darkness, maybe this is the norm. Kazuma was about to say something to calm the atmosphere, when suddenly a shrill howl sounded in front of him. Along with the howl, a head-numbing intensity of malice swept through. It felt like a sudden freezing rain fell in the middle of winter, causing goosebumps to burst out behind Kazuma's back.

"Kazuma! Look over there!"

Even without Seiryu's reminder, Kazuma noticed the dark figure running quickly on the trestle.

The black shadow seemed to have a human-shaped outline, but its running speed was far faster than that of a human body. In one breath, he jumped from a distance to a distance of more than ten meters, and then jumped across the lake between the two sections of the trestle. He suddenly landed in the middle of the two people, causing the trestle to shake.

"Is this a monster? No, is it a ghost?"

The fallen shadow had long and narrow limbs, its body was covered with dark scales, and its eyes were glaring with a fierce intent of choosing and devouring people. Ordinary people would faint from fear just by seeing this, but after all, the two of them were heroes who fought in a bloody storm, and they would not be shaken even if they were frightened. Seiryu, who pulled out Seiyu Seimei, seemed to recognize the characteristics of the Oni clan from the horn on the top of the black shadow's head, but Kazuma's eyes fell on the remaining wrist watch in the Oni's right hand.

"Are you, Kosa Masaaki?"

"Is he Masaaki Kosa? How could he become like this?"

Seiryu exclaimed, but even if she asked, Kazuma couldn't give a definite answer. At this time, the horned ghost man over there, who was suspected to be Masaaki Koza, roared as if he was irritated by his name, then turned and kicked towards Kazuma.

"So fast!?" Oni-man's sprinting action was actually much faster than Kazuma's use of the sword. Kazuma, who had no time to dodge, had to set up his Masamune, and with the dull sound of the clang, he could barely block Oni-man's swing. claws. However, he was pushed back several steps by the heavy force. Finally, he caught the opponent at the moment of exhaustion and lifted his legs to push him out.

"Get away!"

The leg strength boosted by actual combat entries kicked the ghost man four or five meters away. While the opponent was still in the air, Kazuma reached out and pulled out the PPK from his inner pocket, aiming at the target and firing three bullets at once. Quickly drawing a gun is the unique skill of [Sakamoto style]. Kazuma, who has been thoroughly trained by the Nanjo family security company, cannot miss the target at this distance. However, the three bullets aimed at the key points of the ghost man's head and chest were bounced away by the scales with a clanging sound when they hit the target. The ghost man who landed on the ground appeared to be unscathed.

"The hell can't even be shot through?"

Kazuma was shocked. Didn’t they say that scientific civilization would crush the mystical system? Is this the rhythm of a comeback?

While Kazuma was dumbfounded, Seiryu waved Seiji Seire rudely over there. Seiryu cut through the blind spot of Kijin's sight, took one step forward and pulled the opponent into the attack range, and swung out a fierce horizontal slash with a low cry. Hearing the noise behind him, the demon twisted his body at an incredible angle at a very close range, narrowly avoiding the tip of Sekisame's blade.

"It's not over yet!" Qingliu shouted, followed up with the second step, flipped his wrist to transfer the strength of his body, and unexpectedly skipped the adjustment movement, turning the failed horizontal slash into a sharp thrust, such a change of moves Kazuma next to him was also startled.

"What the hell?" Qingliu, when did you become so brave?

Seiryu's unexpected sharp thrust hit the ghost and pulled out a string of shrill flames around his waist. The blessing of the jet-black scales caused the ghost to be only slightly injured, but he couldn't help but let out a roar of pain, and then slammed into Seiryu with his shoulder. The difference in physique caused Seiryu to be knocked flying on the spot, and Kito took the opportunity to stretch out his claws and swing at him - Seiryu's body collapsed after being knocked away, while Kito's claws were as sharp as a Japanese sword. If this was confirmed, Qingliu would probably have to step off the stage and bow. As soon as the Thousand Hook was launched, Seiryu suddenly lifted up Sekitsu Seimei in mid-air and blocked the Sora Demon's claws with his miraculous gesture.

After all, he couldn't exert any force in mid-air, so it only took Qingliu a moment to block the ghost claw, but it was enough.

"What do you want to do to my lovely disciple!? Bastard!"

Kazuma entered the battle with a roar, and Masamune, shining with white light, slashed straight down with a fierce and waveless posture.

Kazuma's anger was poured into Masamune's blade, and Kito's arm lost contact with his body before he even had time to retract it. The ghost man's severed arm flew towards the outside of the trestle. At the same time, Kazuma shouted loudly. The falling sword turned again before hitting the ground, and slashed a slash on the ghost man's chest with two diagonal cuts from bottom to top. Deep wounds. As the black scales flew away, the ghost howled and retreated, and this round of confrontation was temporarily brought to an end.

"Are you okay?" Kazuma asked with concern as he supported Qingliu who was knocked away.

"No, it's okay. Fortunately, Kazuma, you took action..." Haru Liu had an expression of fright that could not be concealed on his face, panting and looking at the ghost not far away.

As Bai Feng's ace fighter, she had experienced many thrilling fights, but the moment just now was the closest she could remember to facing death. The ghost man of unknown origin not only had a strong body that could withstand bullets, but also had unusually quick reactions. When she watched the ghost claw swing in mid-air, she was almost stiff, and she didn't know how she blocked the fatal claw. ... is it an instinctive reaction to a crisis, or is there something else?

Qingliu subconsciously looked at the Qingyu in his hand. I wonder if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that it seemed to become more convenient? For example, she would never be able to perform the sharp change of slashing and stabbing before during normal training. And the blow that blocked the ghost claw just now might have been the result of Qingyu...

"Wake up, hey, wake up." Kazuma's voice sounded next to him. "That's not an opponent you can deal with while distracted."

"Yes, Master." Qingliu quickly retracted his attention and looked at the ghost in front of him who had been temporarily retreated.

In the previous round of fierce fighting, Kazuma cut off one of Ghost's arms and left a horrific stab wound on his chest. However, his ferocity did not seem to have weakened much. At this time, countless blood bubbles emerged from the chest wound and broken arm of the gasping demon. Not only did the wounds stop bleeding, they even started to regenerate?

"That guy Zetsu is definitely not Masaaki Kosa... No, he's not even a human at all!"

"……I agree with you."

Kazuma whispered. Qingliu may not be able to see it, but in his eyes, the ghost man over there is surrounded by countless threads of dark curses. I saw those curses circling and entangled around the ghost man like flies next to carrion, and they were vying to squeeze into the body. In that chaotic composition, which is like the embodiment of a nightmare, is there any trace of Masaaki Koza?

The evil party uses brainwashing techniques to play with other people's minds wantonly, but in the end, even his own soul becomes a sacrifice to the evil spirit? Kazuma frowned, and the scene in front of him gave him a vague feeling of reincarnation, and he also felt a little bored.

"Transfer him, quickly."

"yes!"

Seiryu nodded, tightened his grip on Suiki Seimei again and stood next to Kazuma. Kazuma glanced over slightly and saw the "dragon flying and phoenix dancing" entry above Haruyu's head begin to shine.

"Kiryu Dojo, Shihan, Kiryu Kazuma..."

"Same dojo, disciple, Hakumine Seiryu..."

"Come on!"

**

"Very good, very good, let's keep fighting."

From a hidden corner of the trestle on the lake, a low sound like a chuckle came from. The owner of the voice was a stubby humanoid with a catfish head, but at this time he was lurking in the shadow of the lush water plants, so no one would notice his presence. Catfish Spirit looked at the two men and one ghost confronting each other not far away, and then moved his eyes back to the machine in his hand.

This thing is called a small camera. It is said to be the latest model on the market. Compared with the old model that has to be carried on the shoulder, it is almost the size of half a briefcase. It is difficult to operate even with the short hands of Catfish. difficulty. Catfish Spirit had to lament the progress of human technology, and at the same time carefully adjusted the lens to capture the scene of the fight in the distance into the camera - this was the request of the group, asking him to help test the so-called "super serum" and Make a tape of the results and send it back.