I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"puff!!!"

Suffering severe injuries one after another, Da Peng's blood spurted from Mochizuki's mouth and splashed onto Kondo Yu’s face...

"Sorry, it has been decided since the day I chose the road of samurai..."

Indifferent to his red eyes, Kondo took out the entire black ghost's arm, but did not stick to the blood, after taking a close blow like a flowing water, and slashed towards the man’s neck without stopping. out……

"In order to carry out my beliefs, all those who stand in the way will be hacked to death!"

This seemingly simple and honest warrior, with all his hands and feet, beckoning his life, his eyes are full of indifference to life.

"Killing constantly and constantly, until I am killed by others!"

As the director of the "Bakumatsu No. 1 Slashing Organization", to him, murder is not much different from the weeding in the Tama field when he was young...

Only fighting against each other in an instant, as strong as Mochizuki, Che has reached a situation where he is almost beheaded!

"Hey Hey……"

At the juncture of life and death, facing the unavoidable decapitation in front of him, Mochizuki Che, who was severely wounded and bruised all over his body, did not retreat but moved forward, laughing wildly and stepping forward...

"Bang Dang."

A sound of gold and iron clinking, bones shattering, sounded between the two of them.

"This is……"

From a keen sense of crisis, Isamu Kondo’s eyes shrank like needles...

"Director Kondo, I haven't noticed it yet, it's a bit indecent."

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that Mochizuki had already raised his hand to take his own sword...

"This hand doesn't belong to me. What if you cut it off?"

Not only that, the scorched left arm was like a scabbard, swallowing the slightly shorter length of Zeng Mihu into the root and locked it with the wrist bone, unable to pull it out!

Kondo I just remembered that from beginning to end, there was never a drop of blood flowing out of the opponent's savage left arm.

"Even the power... has become stronger?"

Not only that, but the opponent's power transmitted from the blade is more than twice as powerful as before!

"No, you are weaker."

Mochizuki Che, who was originally scarred, suddenly burst into gray flames like needles, and the scorched black on his left arm spread along his chest and quickly spread to the left half of his body and face...

"This, this smell..."

Seeing the man in front of him whose appearance gradually became more unnatural than himself, Kondo noticed that a mellow and slightly scented sweetness had quietly filled his mouth and nose.

"Did you use poison? Is it...what...when...when..."

Immersed in the sweetness that makes people soft, lazy, and unwilling to give up, he seems to have returned to Edo, sitting in the dilapidated and small "taro dojo" of the test health hall, and talking to everyone.

"Come, come, Kondo-san, it's rare for the official to have a drink today and have another drink!"

"Oh, Gensaburo, the sake is pretty good today...what kind of wine is this, when we are appreciated by those big people, we will have inexhaustible wine in the future!"

"Sonjiro don't practice swords, come over and drink a little... as long as you get drunk, I will have a chance in the competition tomorrow..."

"Hey, Soujirou is not old enough to drink...In other words, all the conspiracies in my heart are spilled on the tatami with the wine in the pot!"

"You diners, Mr. Kondo is here, so you dare to yell..."

"What are you talking about, it's A Sui who is also a dinner, you speak the loudest, and you are the first to vomit!"

It is buried deep in the long river of time, and can never go back or remember, a pot of silver and a pot, the wonderful taste of inferior sake.

"No, this is not poison... it's wine... it's the most mellow wine hidden in your own heart."

Just when Kondo was struggling to condense consciousness from the infinitely degenerate sweetness, Mochizuki's dark ghost hand was already pinched between his neck.

"After this pair of broken gadgets were broken, they became less enlightened..."

The two red "small bumps" on his forehead seemed to have grown slightly longer than before.

"Your Excellency helped warm up just now, it seems that the meridians and sweat glands have been dredged again."

In a "traffic accident" at the foot of Mount Yotei, after "Jiutun no Ghost Horn" was broken, he completely lost contact with him.

"It seems that the two guys in me said no, but their bodies are tightly honest?"

The hand and corner implanted in his body seem to be incompatible with fire and water on weekdays, but at the critical moment, it is inextricably blended.

When fighting with Isamu Kondo, the ghost horn, which was thought to have been completely destroyed, was stimulated by the crisis, and was nourished by the "Ibaraki Arm" and "True Power of the Great River and Mountain" of the same clan, just like after the rain. The bean sprouts began to sprout as stubbornly.

Although the breath concentration of this "sacred feces, ghosts and poisonous wine" is not as good as before, as long as it accumulates for enough time, the same effect can be achieved.

"Tell me... who are you?"

There were more and more "sacred feces, ghosts and poisonous wine" in his body, and a hint of red appeared on Kondo's pale face, but a bold smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Didn't I say it before, my name is..."

"No, I asked, not this."

Interrupting Mochizuki, Kondo asked himself.

"A person who implements his own philosophy..."

"Those who seek the meaning of existence..."

"Which kind are you?"

...

Celebrate four years, April 25th.

In the patter of rain, a dark-faced man wearing black striped weaving feathers, with white outlines tied on his chest, was sitting in the cage with a solemn expression on his face.

Next to him, a soldier was carefully shaving his beard with a razor and shaved his head.

Ignore the surrounding troops holding muskets, the curious-looking people, and the tearful eldest son in the crowd...

He raised his head and drank the spicy sake, looked towards the sky in the direction of Edo, without saying a word from beginning to end.

Even though the porcelain bowl in his hand fell weakly into the pit on the side, he didn't bother to take a look.

Anyway, after a while, his head will roll in there.

"Is there anything else I want to say?"

After the beard, hair, and hair were neat and his clothes were neatly dressed, a tall and thin executioner of about forty years old dragged a long knife and came behind him.

"Quickly receive the electric light three-foot sword, only one death will be reported to you..."

Muttered in a voice that he could only hear, the man shook his head.

"It's a pity, I can't be upright like a samurai."

The executioner behind him sighed silently and raised the long knife in his hand...

"you……"

The middle-aged man, who had originally turned his back to him, suddenly turned his head, a pair of tiger eyes saw the executioner's movements stagnant.

"please."

After just saying this, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the distant sky indifferently.

"Yi, what are you doing now?"

During this long time before the long knife and the neck and the human head fell to the bottom of the pit, his thoughts have drifted to an unknown distance...

"Sorry, you will have to go down the next road alone."

Back in the countryside of Tama, together with Mufang Suishan, who was peddling along the street with the medicine box, ran side by side in the careless summer of Wu You on the field road.

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