I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

In 1638, Kyushu, Shimabara Peninsula.

The winding white sandy beach was raining like weeping, and after the waves faded, there was still blood-colored foam.

The samurai, who was covered in sticky blood and unrecognizable, walked barefoot on the beach with a dull expression.

The double knives in his hands turned into silver awns, cutting through the raindrops falling in the air.

... also cut open the body of the enemy in front of him.

With each swing of his sword, someone's head, limbs, and body must be cut cleanly.

The long and winding sandy beach where he came has been dyed red by the dilapidated corpses along the road.

Even the waves that continue to wash up on the beach can't wash away the red color anyway.

On the road ahead of him, men holding various weapons such as long knives, sickles, hoes, and brooms, whose eyes looked like death, shouted the name of a certain "lord", while rushing toward him one after another.

And all he needs to do is wipe off the blood that obscures the line of sight, and then release the sword, the sword, and then the sword...

As long as he draws his sword, these people will fall down like weeds.

Kill, kill, and continue to kill until you run out of strength, and then be killed.

This is his life.

"...Your Excellency, have you ever noticed what the crows in the sky are talking about?"

At the end of "Weeds", a young and delicate face stood in front of him.

Standing in front of the corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood, the young man's whole body was blooming with a delicate and holy temperament, as if the disgusting blood around him had nothing to do with him.

Ginji Matsumoto raised his eyelids numbly, but responded with a sword.

He has no habit of chatting with "weeds".

For the first time, his sword was blocked.

"They are saying, hurry up and die, have you heard... Ten thousand people cut silver times."

The sword in the young man's hand intersected with him, but his eyes still stayed on the flock of crows hovering in the sky.

"……Who are you?"

The man spoke hoarsely.

Those who can take their own sword are qualified to be known by their names...

Then, die again.

"Amakusa Shiro Tokisada...probably, he is the master, lead the way."

In the young man's eyes, golden light was burning.

"...And this one is my partner, Daluyuan snake god."

Behind the boy, a big snake rose from the blood wave and stood more than ten meters high, with a scarlet light shining completely different from the boy's eyes.

...

In the dark warehouse, Sosuke Araki and Ginji Matsumoto stand with swords.

"Beichen is a swordsman, no name, see ginseng!"

After the "stage name" was reported, Sosuke Araki, who was wearing silk stockings, had a little sweat in his hands holding the sword.

The man on the opposite side is holding a sword, as smooth and unassailable as a rock that has hit a thousand years under a waterfall.

The indifferent killing intent in the opponent's eyes was far more invisible than the Qinglong Sword Squad, and it had reached the point where killing was as natural as breathing and drinking water.

Also holding a pair of knives, claiming to be "first-class in two days", but completely exploded a hundred times the little white face of Abe Temple.

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"Sneez!!"

Chiyoda District, Tokyo.

Kneeling and sitting in front of the TV, someone who was doing "daily practice" sneezed fiercely, only to feel that there were many trance stars in his sight.

"Hiss... Could it be that you have recently over-practised and caught a cold?"

Wiping his nose with a tissue, someone turned his attention back to the TV screen.

"Then adjust your schedule and watch for only eight hours a day."

**

In the darkness, without any extra words, Ginji Matsumoto moved first.

The succinct and bright, soft light like water, cut through the dark warehouse, and went straight to the neck of Araki Sosuke.

As soon as he shot, he wanted to behead people.

Surprisingly, he once beheaded Higashino Kopei with a sword. It was first-rate in two days, five rounds, and the scroll of water.

Araki Sosuke, who held the sword over the top, just as if he had cooperated well with him, turned slightly to the side, and escaped the sword with a slight difference.

The length of the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand is not enough, and the double swords in the opponent's hand are of "extra-specification" size. He can't fight back before getting closer.

The bloody killing intent radiating from the opponent constantly stimulated Araki Sosuke's keen intuition.

He seemed to see the countless howling lives that had passed away under that sword.

Is this really the kendo that existed in peaceful times?

Before he could think about it, a blood flower bloomed on the left arm of Sosuke Araki.

Drops of blood flowed down his arm slowly, dyeing the Qinglong knife in his hand red.

Even with a clear sword heart, he still could not completely avoid the opponent's mysterious sword.

"What a nameless guy..."

In the darkness, Ginji Matsumoto smiled grimly, as if he didn't intend to continue temptation.

"Your Excellency is qualified, look at my strongest sword!"

Before he finished speaking, he put his hands together, and his hands were close to each other, as if they turned into a giant sword.

With a violent wave of his arm, the huge sword that the pair of knives had turned into disappeared in his hands.

It seemed that something intangible had broken through the surrounding air, forming a long and narrow vacuum channel, and attacked towards Sousuke Araki.

Two-day first-rate, five rounds, empty scroll.

"what?!"

Seeing this scene, an extremely strong sense of crisis, like an invisible big hand in the dark, pinched Araki's heart, making him unable to breathe.

The speed of the opponent's slash has actually surpassed the limit of human vision's capture ability.

Under the intense crisis and the breath of death, the world in Araki Sosuke's eyes seemed to freeze, and Chiba Ibuki's past teachings also sounded in his ears.

"Zongjie, you see, the North Star on that day is clearly not moving, but it seems to be directing the stars in the sky, guiding the right direction..."

The pores of his whole body are like lubricated open doors, frantically sensing every breath that enters the air.

In the darkness, Araki Sosuke narrowed his eyes and smiled at the corners of his tight mouth.

"...Like Polaris, the foundation of everything is to calm one's heart."

The white straight lines and shining points of light gradually evolved into two simple constellation diagrams in his line of sight.

"Only in this way, your limbs, head, and eyes will be able to respond freely according to your instincts."

Beichen Yidaoliu·Star Eye·【Void Eye Friendship Enhanced Edition】.

The place where the two constellation maps meet is the flaw in the trajectory of the opponent's sword!

"...Asshole, my uncle's eyes have been tempered by looking at something quite terrifying (38F) indescribable all these years!!!"

Without any thinking, Araki Sosuke's body instinctively moved.

With bulging arms, the red dragon knife in his hand, with the courage to crush everything, began to swing from top to bottom.

"Impossible... actually able to see through my sword? It's a pity, it's still too short..."

Looking at the opponent's movements, Ginji Matsumoto, who had met his opponent, had a trace of regret.

The other party seemed to see through his ethereal sword, but because of the too short Azure Dragon Sword in his hand, he couldn't fully use his full strength and stopped his sword.

The sword of his own thousands of hard work must be able to take down the opponent's head before the Azure Dragon Sword reaches it.

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