I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

On the avenue outside Tokyo Metro Station.

The shadow warrior, who was originally frozen in the ice, rose into the sky with the power of the ghosts and gods, shaking off the broken ice on his body, and regaining his mobility. The Taito that was dragged on the ground took sparks towards Abe Temple.

Abe Temple's eyes were calm as water, and he reached out his hands to catch the double swords flying in the air, and instantly collided with the black swords that haunted the power of ghosts and gods.

"Is this the power of ghosts..."

Amidst the sound of gold and iron, Abe Temple suddenly jumped a few meters back and opened the distance.

He frowned and looked at the groaning [Sun and Moon] in his hand.

There were several gaps in the blade.

Taking advantage of the gap between the shadow warrior stepping up to the front, Abe Temple sank his waist to accumulate strength, and the two swords went from the bottom up, trying to cut the opponent into the air.

It is exactly the gesture of the second day's top-ranking mountain bear's elegy.

However, what he faced was the well-tested and exquisite swordsman, rather than the reckless mountain bear.

Perceiving his movements, the Kagemusha slumped his waist with great experience, placed the Taito in front of him, and blocked the upward slash of the two swords. When Abe Temple was exhausted, he cut out the horizontal sword.

"Damn it."

In the midair, Abe Temple was unavoidable, seeing that he was about to be buried under the black sword that haunted the power of ghosts and gods.

The two knives in his hands screamed spiritually, and suddenly broke free from his hands, flying and intertwined in front of him.

It was the pair of swords that had not yet achieved Shigami, spontaneously protecting the lord.

Then, one person with two swords, was slashed by the simple and calm slash at the gate, and flew to the maple tree by the roadside.

"Crack".

The Sun and Moon Swords were cut into two pieces by the opponent, and fell to the ground feebly.

I don't know if it was because of the huge counter-shock force or the destruction of the two-hearted swords, blood spurted from the mouth of Abe Temple.

"It seems... that's the end?"

Seeing the shadow warrior walking towards him step by step, Abe Temple smiled bitterly.

Then……

He rolled a lazy donkey decisively, turned and ran.

...

On the square of Kanda Myojin Shrine, Yu Mayumi Kotori is standing next to Kobe, repeating the movements of arching the bow and leading the arrow without rush.

Her right hand had already been cut by the bowstring, and a drop of blood slid along the bowstring on the surface of the jade-like long bow, and disappeared as if swallowed.

But she didn't realize it.

"Boo...oooooo..."

The crisp sound of the string and the weeping ending sound of the demon bow's weeping just sounded and then disappeared.

Because the shooting target was too close to her.

The two shadow warriors were holding their swords and bombarding the golden rune bell, shaking the Buddha's light.

The propaganda of chanting with closed eyes, with one's own strength, resisted the slashing attack of two ghost incarnations!

But at this moment, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he was shaking, and he seemed to have reached the limit.

Obviously, the black-armored samurai in front of him might smash the golden bell with the next slash and impose it on him, but Tori Yu Mayumi's heart didn't have too many waves.

Her eyes flicked across the edge of the square.

There, the headless bodies of a few agents lay all over the place.

It's like harvested leeks.

A few minutes ago, after gaining the power of faith that belonged to the goalpost of Ping in the main hall, the shadow warrior who had achieved the figure of a ghost and god slashed straight at her.

In order to cover Yu Mayumi's evacuation, several agents stood in front of her with flesh and blood...

With his own life, for her to win a ray of life.

The principle of joint action was implemented by them with their lives.

Looking at the big golden clock that was crumbling and about to shatter under the light of the sword, Yu Mayumi Xiaotou passed a trace of regret.

"Mr. Araki, I may not have the opportunity to accept your guidance in the future..."

...

"There is no way to get into the broken alley of Xuanwu Hall, so I trouble the teacher Tongsheng to move forward from here for a while."

On the side of a road about 700 meters away from the Xuanwu Pavilion, a tall, middle-aged man wearing a kimono, wearing a wooden knife and stepping on clogs, walked out of the car, accompanied by a few people.

He is the master who was specially invited from Kyoto to kick the pavilion.

"It's okay, as long as you can teach the guy who broke the rules of the market..."

The man with great mastery style said so and took the lead to walk into the alley beside the road.

At this moment, a strong gray flame rushed down from the air and rushed into the alley.

Several men with natural rational flow were passed by the gray arrogance, and immediately turned their eyes white and fainted to the ground.

Inside the Xuanwu Hall.

A man wearing a black samurai Kai and a long sword stepped into the dojo.

"Huh? Is it finally here?"

Sosuke Araki, who was playing with his mobile phone, raised his head and looked up at the person coming.

"Hey, don't you understand the rules for changing shoes first when entering the dojo?"

Seeing the kicker who stepped on the tatami mats without changing his shoes and wearing the retro-looking samurai armor, Sosuke Araki's expression immediately became full of murderous expression.

Do you know how difficult this kind of tatami is to clean up?

"Your Excellency is so powerful, yet he is in peace and serving for the imperial emperor. It is really the shame of my Eastern country warrior..."

Taking a look at the dilapidated little dojo, the man in the samurai armor said with some disdain.

"What dialects are you talking about, I don't understand... Since you have even put on your protective gear, let's start as soon as possible. I will make an appointment tomorrow to get up early..."

Ignoring the other party's Kanto dialect, which is as obscure as the ancients, Araki Sosuke put on his face, body, armour, hand and other protective gear on his own, and impatiently picked up the wooden knife on the side.

This helmet stinks, and after wearing it, he can slowly empty his blood bar without doing anything. It really makes him not want to wear it for a second.

The man on the opposite side was ruthless to be able to wear it all the way.

"Beichen One Sword Style, Araki Zongsuke, see you!"

According to the rules of the competition, Sosuke Araki held the wooden sword well in front of him and reported his name to the opponent.

After this, he slowly raised the long knife over his head and dropped it to a position perpendicular to his body behind him.

It was Beichen Yidaoli's gesture.

An imposing aura began to accumulate on him, like a beast about to come out of the cage.

Glancing at Sosuke Araki's aura with admiration, the middle-aged man wearing a samurai helmet gently pulled his undercoat and covered his face.

Then, his weight fell back, his body bowed slightly, and he slowly held his hand on the handle of the knife.

An undisguised murderous intent locked onto Sosuke Araki.

"Is it right? Naturally Lixinliu group of people, have you hired foreign aid from another faction?"

Feeling the murderous intent of the opponent's sword-drawing posture, Araki Sosuke, who had fought with natural rationality, was a little puzzled.

Combining swordsmanship, stickmanship, jiu-jitsu, and qi-hejutsu with the natural flow of mind in swordsmanship, the starting style is naturally not like this.

Looking at the other side's posture, it seems that there is a taste of harmony, but it is not the same.

What he didn't know was that the rise of the Japanese Kendo school dates back to the 13th century.

In the early Heian period before this, the samurai honed their sword skills just to kill their opponents for the first time in the battle.

In order to pull out the tachibana to kill the enemy at the moment when weapons such as spears and naginata are broken or shot down, samurai often work hard to refine a "sword drawing technique."

Compared with drawing a weapon and then slashing at the opponent, drawing a sword directly uses the momentum of drawing a sword to kill the opponent with one blow, which is naturally more advantageous.

This is a sword technique that serves the actual combat, and it is also the earliest prototype of Iaido.

"In that case, let me give you the way a samurai should die...Soma Kojiro, see you!"

Holding a sword in his hand, the samurai said in a quaint Kanto dialect.

Soma Kojiro is the real name of Hiramame.

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