I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

In 1638, Kyushu, Shimabara Peninsula.

There is a weeping drizzle on the winding white sandy beach, and after the waves fade, there are still blood-colored foams.

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

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

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

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

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

Even the waves that keep washing up on the beach can't wash away the red color no matter what.

On the road in front of him, men holding knives, sickles, hoes, brooms and other weapons, with death-like eyes, shouted the name of a certain "lord" and rushed towards him one after another.

And all he needs to do is to wipe off the blood that obscures his vision, and then draw out the sword, draw out the sword, draw out the sword again...

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

Kill, kill, keep killing, until the strength is exhausted, and then you are killed.

This is his life.

"...Your Excellency, have you ever noticed what the crow in the sky is saying?"

At the end of the "weed", a young man with an immature and handsome face stood in front of him.

Standing in front of this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, the young man exuded a delicate and holy temperament, as if the disgusting blood around him had nothing to do with him.

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

He's not in the habit of chatting with "weeds".

For the first time, his sword was blocked by someone.

"They are saying, die quickly, do you hear me... Ten thousand people will be killed for silver."

The sword in the boy's hand intersected with him, but his eyes still stayed on the crows circling in the sky.

"……Who are you?"

The man spoke hoarsely.

The person who can take his own sword is entitled to be known by name...

Then, die again.

"Amakusa Shiro Tokisada...probably, it is the Lord's, a guide."

There was a golden light in the boy's eyes.

"...And this one is my partner, the Great Lvyuan Snake God."

Behind the boy, a big snake rose up from the blood wave and stood more than ten meters high. Its eyes shone with a red light that was completely different from the boy's.

...

In the dark warehouse, Araki Sousuke and Matsumoto Ginji stood holding swords.

"Beichen's one-sword style, unknown pawn, see reference!"

After declaring his "stage name", Sousuke Araki, who was wearing silk stockings, was a little sweaty with his sword-holding hands.

The aura of the man on the opposite side holding the sword was as smooth and impeccable as a rock that had been impacted by a waterfall for a thousand years.

The indifferent killing intent in the other party's eyes was far more invisible than that of the Qinglong Daofan team, and it had reached the point where killing was as natural as breathing and drinking water.

He also holds two knives and claims to be "Nitian first-class", but he is a hundred times as good as Abe Temple's little boy.

**

"Ah Choo!!!"

Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward.

Kneeling in front of the TV, someone who was doing "daily practice" sneezed hard, only to feel that there were many more trance stars in his vision.

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

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

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

**

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

The simple and bright, soft and watery silver light cut through the dark warehouse and went straight to Araki Sousuke's neck.

As soon as he made a move, he was about to kill someone.

Impressively, he once beheaded Higashino Xinghei with a single sword, Nitian First Class, Five Wheels, Scroll of Water.

Araki Sousuke, who was holding the knife over the top, seemed to cooperate with him, turned slightly to the side, and narrowly avoided the knife.

The Qinglong Sword in his hand was not long enough, and the double swords in the opponent's hands were "over-standard" in size, so he couldn't fight back before closing the distance.

The bloody killing intent emanating from the other party constantly stimulated Araki Sousuke's keen intuition.

He seemed to have seen countless howling lives that had died under that sword.

Is this really the way of kendo that existed in peaceful times?

Before he had time to think about it, a flower of blood bloomed on Araki Sousuke's left arm.

Drops of blood slowly flowed down his arm, staining the Azure Dragon Saber in his hand red.

Even with the sword's clear heart, he still couldn't completely dodge the opponent's mysterious sword.

"What a nobody..."

In the darkness, Matsumoto Ginji smiled ferociously, as if he no longer planned to continue probing.

"Your Excellency is qualified, see my strongest sword!"

Before he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, and in his hands, Hakari Kuni Yasuna and Izumi Mori Fujiwara Kanesada pressed together, as if turning into a giant sword.

With a violent wave of his arms, the pair of knives turned into a giant sword disappeared in his hands.

It was as if something invisible broke through the surrounding air, forming a long and narrow vacuum channel, and attacked Araki Sousuke.

Two days of first-class, five rounds, and the volume of the sky.

"What?!"

Looking at this scene, he felt an extremely strong sense of crisis, like an invisible big hand in the darkness, tightly strangling Araki Sousuke's heart, making him unable to breathe.

The speed of the opponent's slashing has surpassed the limit of human vision's ability to capture it.

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

"Zongjie, look, the North Star in the sky is obviously not moving, but it seems to be directing the stars in the sky, pointing the right direction..."

The pores of his whole body are like portals opened after being lubricated, frantically sensing every incoming breath in the air.

In the darkness, Araki Sousuke narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his tight mouth.

“…Like the North Star, being the root of everything lies in calming one’s own heart.”

White straight lines and shining light spots gradually evolved into two simple constellation diagrams in his sight.

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

Beichen One Sword Style·Star Eye·【Eye of the Void Friendship Enhanced Version】.

The intersection of the two constellation diagrams is the flaw in the trajectory of the opponent's sword!

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

Without any thought, Araki Sousuke's body moved instinctively.

His arms swelled, and the bright red Azure Dragon Saber in his hand swung from top to bottom with the vigor to crush everything.

"Impossible...can actually see through my sword? Unfortunately, it's still too short..."

Looking at the opponent's actions, Ginji Matsumoto, who had met his opponent, felt a little regretful.

The other party seemed to have seen through his ethereal sword, but because of the too short Qinglong Saber in his hand, he couldn't fully exert his full strength and stopped his sword.

This sword of mine, which has been honed through thousands of years, will definitely be able to take off the opponent's head before the Qinglong Saber cuts it.