I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

At the entrance of the escalator, seeing the man dressed as a samurai jumping down the stairs following Kazuo Amato, Sousuke Araki was about to turn over and catch up...

"Kashin has the wind name Kamaitachi..."

A breeze blows from behind with an incomprehensible murmur.

Araki Sousuke hastily turned around.

In the darkness, a thin middle-aged man in a black robe was attacking him with a sickle in each hand.

As he approached him, the airflow brought up by the man's rush hit Araki Sousuke, and instantly dissipated like a gentle breeze created by an old fan in summer.

And the opponent's originally extremely fast speed also became sluggish.

"Is it Kazuo Tento's subordinate again..."

In the darkness, Araki Sousuke could clearly see the man's every move.

The movement suddenly slowed down, but the middle-aged man didn't notice it at all. With some effort, he lowered his body, and "viciously" swept across Araki Sosuke's feet.

"...Al?"

A second later, "No. 4" looked up in embarrassment and looked up at the "hand-torn three-hole black stockings" in front of him, glaring angrily, not at all afraid of falling because of the "law of karma" that he was proud of. man……

"No... wait, how come..."

Only at this moment did he realize that the breeze wrapped around him had long since disappeared, and the "divine power" in his body had also become extremely weak.

The sickle that should have been quickly connected in his hand has also become extremely obscure.

Seeing that the situation is not good, "Number Four" tried his best to drive the "divine power" in his body, trying to escape again...

"puff……"

But apart from expelling a large amount of gas from the body, "Divine Power" did not respond.

"Ahh!!!"

Time was running out, and Araki Sousuke had no intention of fighting with the little minion.

He exerted force on his hind legs, jumped up slightly, and mercilessly bumped his knee into the face of the man who was dressed coolly, behaved amusingly, squatted in front of his lower body and expelled unknown gas.

"Uh..."

Hitting the front door with his ruthless iron knee, the thin "Number Four" flew straight out in a spin, smashing the huge wooden box in the corner.

And he himself lost consciousness due to a concussion at the moment when his leg was in the face.

After dealing with this unknown man, Araki Sousuke hurriedly ran towards the inner side of the second-floor platform.

"Damn it, thanks to [Abigail's silver spoon], otherwise I would really return to the embrace of the Lord..."

In the corner not far away, Siena was struggling hard on the ground.

"Are you OK?"

A suspicious man wearing thick stockings quickly ran forward to help him up.

"...It really is... Sousuke BOY?"

After being stunned for a moment, Siena confirmed the identity of the other party through his voice and body shape.

Although he didn't know how the other party broke through the three people's defenses and came in front of him, but thinking of the strange skill of this young man in the woods that night, he immediately felt relieved.

"Don't worry about me, try to stop those people first..."

Siena forcibly stabilized her trembling body, and instructed Araki Sousuke.

"If you let that person go out, I don't know how many deaths will be caused..."

Although he resisted a fatal attack with the resentment [Abigail's silver spoon], the real and helpless experience of death still remained in his heart, which was far more painful than the physical injury.

"Hey, don't tell me, I won't let that old guy go away..."

After confirming that Siena was fine, thinking of Kazuo Amado's ugly face, Sosuke Araki's eyes lit up with anger again, and he turned back and chased towards the stairs.

"Be careful, the guy with the sword is very strong...very strong..."

"Bang bang bang..."

Behind him, Siena's reminder was instantly overshadowed by three gunshots below the warehouse.

When Sosuke Araki rushed to the guardrail, Ginji Matsumoto stopped Kazuo Amado with a horizontal sword.

"Ding... ding..."

Three bullets that had been cut in half fell feebly at his feet.

At the gap in the gate not far away, the same man wearing winter black stockings, the smoke from the guns in his hands has not yet dissipated.

It was after Higashino Xinghei was loaded into the car, seeing that Araki Sousuke hadn't come out, he turned back to Nizen Ryoma who returned to the warehouse.

As soon as he walked to the crack in the iron gate, he saw Matsumoto Ginji running towards him supporting Tiandou Kazuo.

Thinking of the tragic situation of Higashino Kohei and the "disappearing" Araki Sousuke, relying on the black stockings on his head and the "black gun" registered in someone else's name in his hand, he shot more decisively than Araki Sousuke.

... At worst, I will write a few reports back and say that I have raised the alarm dozens of times before shooting these two "extremely dangerous and suspicious extremists".

"...This... Is this something that humans can do?"

Seeing that the three bullets he had fired without fail were chopped off by the man dressed as a ronin in the shogunate period without changing his face, Ryoma was also stunned before Erqian, showing an expression of disbelief.

"Kazuo Tento...where to go..."

At the same time, Araki Sousuke also turned over from the top of the stairs...

"Hey, hey... Kazuo, there may not be too many people who want your life."

"boom."

Before Matsumoto Ginji finished speaking, the gunfire rang out again.

"Zheng."

Matsumoto Ginji pushed the seriously injured Tenteng Kazuo aside, and the long knife in his hand accurately stopped the cold gun that Ryoma fired again before Er.

"Zongsuke, be careful, this guy's sword skills are terrible..."

And the Erqian Ryoma on the other side had already taken this opportunity to kick the Azure Dragon Saber inserted in the "gravel" next to the container to Sousuke Araki who had just landed.

He had never heard that human beings could use a sword to chop bullets at close range in such a dark environment.

"call……"

Araki Sousuke picked up the green dragon sword, immediately clasped his hands together habitually, raised it above his head, and the long sword hung behind him...

This quaint green dragon saber is only a little over sixty centimeters long. Compared with the pair of super-standard double sabers in the hands of the man opposite, it is as ridiculous as ordinary people wanting to compete with the African elephant-human race.

But the moment he raised the knife, a mysterious and mysterious aura began to accumulate slowly.

"Hey, it's not such a coincidence..."

Looking at the "bank robber" with stockings covering his face and holding a "machete" not far away, Matsumoto Ginji's eyes were solemn, showing a complicated expression.

The posture of the man on the opposite side is clearly Beichen's one-sword technique.

Moreover, the opponent's aura is completely opposite to that of Chiba Ibuki, who has no trace to be found and is as weak as water, but they reach the same goal by different routes.

It was more like a tornado crazily plundering the surrounding air, as if it was about to accumulate into a devastating storm.

But there is only one thing without a doubt, this is the realm of Jian Xin's enlightenment.

Obviously, this person has blazed his own path in Beichen's one sword style.

Chiba Ibuki's crash course of "getting an exemption in one day" can actually teach such a character?

"Huh... Niten is first-class, Matsumoto Ginji, with Boji Guoanzuna, Izumi and Fujiwara Kanesada, see reference."

Ginji Matsumoto inhaled slightly, lowered his body, with the long sword in front and the wakizashi behind, and announced his name with a serious face for the first time.

This shows that he regards the man covered in stockings as an equal opponent, not a "weed" that will fall down when he swings his sword.