I teach kendo in Tokyo

Chapter 66 Whether to kill you or not is my business, but whether you forgive me or not is the Buddh

The moment Kazuma touched the handle of the knife, he felt the one-character pattern decorated on the handle.

——It’s really a “one letter”.

This is the first time I have seen the Bizen Nagabune with a monogram.

The moment he held the knife, Kazuma felt a strange feeling, especially the sound produced by the vibration of the thin blade, which made his ears feel very comfortable.

Although there were many enemies now, Kazuma didn't feel like he would lose at all when listening to the reassuring buzzer.

Why do you feel this way?

Kazuma didn't know and didn't bother to investigate.

He only knew that with the knife in his hand, he could chop one, or two and chop a pair.

In order to avoid exposing flaws in a rash attack, he waited for the enemy to make the first move.

Tsuda Masaaki shouted: "What are you afraid of! There are so many of us! Come on!"

By this time, Kazuma's vision had almost adapted to the darkness, and he saw the new gang of fish looking at each other.

Immediately afterwards, one of them screamed strangely, looking like he was risking his life.

As if they were infected by this person, several other delinquents screamed loudly together, and then rushed towards Kazuma from several directions while waving their weapons in an unorganized manner.

Kazuma moved slightly - he was adjusting the distance based on his feeling, and then he swung Kasaya Slash.

Just like those swordsmen in the sword and halberd movies when they killed the soldiers, the light of Kazuma's sword was just right and swept over everyone who rushed over, and they all looked away.

Anyone who plays martial arts knows that the situation of cutting a person in half with one knife actually requires a master + a famous sword. Human bones are very hard, and if you are not careful, the knife will notch and get stuck in the bone.

Therefore, in sword and halberd films that pay attention to reality, there are very few scenes where a person is cut in half with one sword - there are, but usually it is a treatment only given by big bosses.

In the miscellaneous soldier battle, just lightly scratch the vital artery and it's over.

This is also the style of play of the real swordsmen in history.

With the shallowest wound, it is directly fatal.

What matters is the perfect control of distance and the precision of the knife.

After Kazuma swept this cassock chop, he felt that he had performed well.

From the feel point of view, everyone should have been able to scan, but everyone did not cut very deeply.

The next moment, the light of lightning flashed outside the window, and the lights on the third floor unexpectedly returned to life for a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, the delinquents who had been frightened by Kazuma's attack and slowed down suddenly found that the extra wounds on their arms were bleeding.

Then the group of people threw away their weapons and started wailing while covering their wounds.

Kazuma glanced at everyone's wounds and was a little surprised. He had just aimed and scratched the vital points on his hands. Even if one or two missed, the pulses of everyone else should have been cut.

But in fact, all the wounds on these people were in insignificant places on their forearms.

Missed?

Kazuma frowned, thinking that he had little experience in using real swords and had made a fool of himself.

After the lights dimmed, these wailing guys looked like a group of demons dancing around.

Kazuma took a step forward - yes, just took a step. Everyone fell silent and moved away from him in unison.

The Bizen Nagafune Ichimonji Masamune in his hand still reflected a faint light from nowhere - Kazuma even suspected that the sword itself could emit fluorescence.

But that's not right. When I didn't pull the knife out from the bench just now, the knife didn't light up.

There is also this buzzing sound that is always absent.

Kazuma has heard a saying all his life that the buzzing sound produced by the swing of the lightsaber in Star Wars actually comes from the so-called sword cry: when the peerless magic weapon is used by a suitable swordsman, there will be this kind of resonance. The same vibrato.

In his previous life, Kazuma must have thought that the sound of swords was nonsense, but this world was different.

Kazuma took another step forward, and the minions backed away from Kazuma like Moses parting the sea.

Tsuda Masaaki shouted at the top of his lungs: "Why are you running? You have some extreme backbone! Don't you have a steel pipe in your hands? No matter how powerful his knife is, he can't cut off the steel pipe, right? Give it to me!"

As he spoke, Masaaki Tsuda picked up a four-corner stool and threw it towards Kazuma.

The moment Kazuma saw him raising the stool to throw it, he raised his sword and assumed an upper attack stance.

The moment the stool was thrown over, he seized the opportunity to launch the upper two-part combination!

After two clean chops, the stool's seat plate was cut into three even pieces.

At the same time, the force of the slash changed the flying posture of the stool, causing the stool that split into three pieces to completely miss Kazuma and fall behind him.

"Are you doing magic?" Tsuda Masaaki was a little hysterical, "Cut a stool? Huh? Cut a stool??"

Kazuma didn't answer and walked towards Tsuda Masaaki step by step.

The delinquent boys who were originally standing between Kazuma and Tsuda Masaaki all retreated to the corner, huddled near the door they had just rushed in from.

"Masaki Tsuda, if you don't die here today, we, brother and sister, will not have a peaceful life. So please go and die." Kazuma said calmly, as if announcing a matter of course.

Tsuda Masaaki suddenly laughed: "Hahaha! Do you think you won? Do you actually think you can easily defeat the Yakuza this way?"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards the desk not far away from him——

Kazuma realizes that Tsuda Masaaki’s trump card to turn things around is at his desk!

He rushed forward, but unexpectedly Masaaki Tsuda suddenly turned around and rushed towards the chest of drawers in the corner.

Kazuma immediately changed direction and chased after him!

"It's too late!" Tsuda Masaaki shouted, and at the same time pulled out a US military standard M1911 pistol from the middle layer of the chest of drawers...

"Die!" Tsuda Masaaki shouted!

Kazuma knows that no matter how fast a person is, he cannot be faster than a bullet.

However, a person can move faster than the muzzle of a gun.

Just dodge the gun before the bullet is fired!

This is not difficult for Kazuma now, especially when the distance is less than four meters.

Two gunshots were fired in succession, the first bullet shattered the decorative porcelain hanging on the wall, and the second bullet hit the table——

But it just didn't hit Kazuma.

Kazuma walked in a Z-shape, avoiding the aim of the gun, and slashed the handle of the pistol before Tsuda Masaaki pulled the trigger for the third time.

Tsuda Masaaki screamed like a slaughtering pig.

The pistol fell to the ground with a clang, Tsuda Masaaki's fingers still attached to the grip.

"My hand!" Masaaki Tsuda screamed miserably, holding his hands.

Kazuma raised the long knife in his hand, preparing to accurately cut off Tsuda Masaaki's head.

"Wait a minute!" Tsuda Masaaki, who was still wailing just now, shouted loudly, "Once you kill someone, you can't go back! Whether it's the University of Tokyo or the Metropolitan Police Department, the future you planned will say goodbye to you forever. ! And if you still go to the detention center, Guandong United’s lawyers will definitely send you to the detention center!”

Kazuma's hand stopped in mid-air.

Tsuda Masaaki burst out laughing: "Hahaha, that's right! Unless you want to step into the abyss called Ji Dao, you can't kill me! You can only beat me up, cut off a few of my fingers, and then let him go Kill me!"

Kazuma tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.

At this moment, a scene like Abi Hell suddenly unfolded in front of him. He saw that he was dressed in extreme clothing, and there was a dragon tattooed on his back with teeth and claws. The dragon's eyes looked indifferently at the poor people around him who were trapped in the abyss of pain.

He saw Chiyoko first becoming a bartender, then becoming a mama-san, being heartbroken by a Yakuza man who appeared out of nowhere, and finally died tragically in a fire.

He cried when he saw Mikako married to a bastard from nowhere and being domestically abused every day.

This picture of hell gave Kazuma millions of reasons to put down his butcher knife.

But he didn't.

So what?

Choosing to kill here means taking the path of Shura and bringing pain to the world.

But at least, he and Chiyoko can get some temporary peace.

Next, if someone threatens the peace again, he will continue to chop at them until he is gone and has no chance of returning.

Such a choice is definitely not a good one.

Even the Bizen Nagafune Issamune in Kazuma's hand no longer makes a sword sound, maybe because it is a kind sword, right? The cassock chop just now avoided the vital point. Surely it was also because of the knife, right?

Even so, Kazuma still decided to swing his sword——

He knew that he would step into a world of extreme evil and evil, so he turned his last longing for goodness into three words:

South

none

three

Raising the long knife——

At this moment, the gun rang out.

Tsuda Masaaki was hit in the middle of the head, and instantly there was a bloody bullet hole.

He Ma suddenly stopped the blade that was about to cut off, and turned to look at the direction where the gunshot came from.

Detective Shiratori didn't know when he got into the third floor through the iron door where the delinquents rushed to rescue him. He was holding a Japanese police standard pistol in one hand, and the other hand that was used as a shooting holder was holding a police manual, which happened to be open. The page with the chrysanthemum pattern.

"Metropolitan Police Department! Police!" Detective Shiratori shouted.

The next moment, the lighting in the entire room was restored.

"Oh, that's good. It was repaired very quickly." Detective Shiratori looked at the fluorescent lamp, then turned to Detective Gao Shan behind him and said, "Mr. Gao Shan, please!"

Detective Takayama pushed aside the stunned delinquents, came to Kazuma, glanced at Kazuma, and while putting on the plastic gloves used for collecting evidence, said: "That's awesome, a one-man team, you are the new star of the 1980s." It’s legendary.”

After that, he used his gloved hand to pick up the pistol used by Masaaki Tsuda and look at it.

"The criminal possessed a deadly weapon and had the intention to use it. The Shiratiao Police Department said it was self-defense." After finishing the sentence, Detective Gaoshan closed the safety of the pistol and put it into the evidence bag.

Detective Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief, put away his pistol, and said outside the iron gate: "Come in! Take all these bad boys away! Treat the injured."

Then a large number of police officers in police uniforms poured into the room.

Detective Shiratori confirmed that his subordinates had started working, then turned his attention back to Kazuma: "Boy, do you know? We could have taken this guy back and used the time during which we could legally imprison him to ask for some information that interests us. . Just because of you, he died and our clues were lost.

"Thank me well. Next time, no one will drag you back from the gate of Abi Hell. Now that you have decided to take the right path, give me the perseverance to go to the end, you bastard!"

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