I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 130 Kite
Swinging his sword, he cut off an arm of the monk from the island country. Fujii tripped the thug who came forward, and pierced the man's throat with the knife. Takeda Kanryu, who had just fallen to the ground, was still crawling with difficulty. Want to escape from this office.

"Bang bang bang!"

Slashing and splitting several bullets, Fujii looked at Gaiyin, the ninja who pulled out a revolver. His physique was ten times that of an ordinary person, and ordinary light weapons could no longer hit him, let alone this backward revolver from the late nineteenth century. The slower burning black powder was used.

The ninja Gaiyin held his sword backwards, and Fujii smiled after seeing it, doing so in front of him, who has the skill of slashing a single word, is simply out of class.

The three military officers in white suits from Takeda Guanliu fled scramblingly, and the remaining four or five thugs wanted to go up to rescue their benefactor, but they were afraid of Fujii's sword, so they blocked the door in a dilemma.

"The profession of ninja should also die out."

Fujii executed Niichimonji Slash, and the Ninja Outer Seal monster roared forward, a red line appeared on his face, his eyes turned half a turn, and his body and the white mask on his face were cut open at the same time.

"Ouch! Cough cough!"

Takeda Kanyanagi, who was crawling on the ground, had a large amount of blood on his hands, and the smell of human organs, which made him retch directly, but Fujii tree still kept him useful for the time being, and provoked the ninja's outer seal with the tip of his sword The sword in his arms pierced Takeda Kanryu's palm, pinning him to the floor.

"Go together!"

"He's only one person!"

Perhaps because he was reluctant to part with the wages of the thugs, the thugs at the door filed in one after another. Fujii tree swung his sword and slashed, spilling wanton blood. Within a few breaths, there was no living thing standing besides him.

Compared with those evil monsters, these miscellaneous fish don't even have the strength to warm up.

Fujii Shu commented. At this time, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor of the office. He glanced at Takeda Kanryu who wanted to draw the sword in his back but was afraid of pain, and walked out of the office.

"It's him, there will be a lot of rewards for killing him."

The fleeing military commander in white suit pointed to Fujii who appeared, and after noticing his gaze sweeping over, he hid in a panic among the large number of ronin warriors he called to be raised by Takeda Kanryu.

It’s useless to say too much, in the dungeon world, Fujii tree is not the sword heart who swore not to kill, the corridor six feet wide and one hundred feet long is crowded with ronin warriors with swords and swords, some of them come from the shogunate, some He has only recently come here after the defeat of the Western Army. The honor of the former samurai family and members of the gentry are now selling their lives just to fill their stomachs.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

The ronin warriors swarmed up with their swords up. Fujiishu was surrounded by enemies on the left and right, so he simply rushed in to the crowd on the left. It's not like today.

Slashing the first unlucky guy with a sword, even after being strengthened, these miscellaneous soldiers only have four times the physique, and few of them have kendo skills up to LV3. Fujii rushed into the crowd, setting off broken limbs and arms, In the blink of an eye, a long corridor was cleared.

The ronin warriors on the right rushed forward, and the bloody Fujii tree raised his sword to kill him, turned and swung past a samurai, the horizontal sword blocked a row of downward-pressing blades, rolled and approached the row of ronin, stood up In an instant, he slashed left and right, dividing three or four ronin into more than a dozen pieces, and there were a few more bloodstains on the wall of the corridor, describing the cruel process.

"Don't come here, please."

"He's an evil spirit, run away!"

"Ahhh! Give me a good time!"

A quarter of an hour later, not only the corridors, but the entire mansion was covered with corpses. More than half of the two or three hundred ronin warriors poured in became decorations everywhere. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Tell me, where is your money? Otherwise, you will suffer."

Returning to the office, Fujii pulled out the sword that had pierced the back of Takeda Kanryu's hand, wiped the blood on the sword with a tablecloth, and stepped on Takeda Kanryu who was pretending to be dead.

"Ah! Ah! Who are you?"

Takeda Guanliu was completely frightened. The screams from outside the corridor just now, the sound of swords colliding, and the sound of sharp blades cutting into his body formed a terrifying symphony, which made him tremble and did not even dare to rise up the courage to escape. rise.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but your money matters."

Holding the shoulder of Takeda Kanyanagi whose palm was still bleeding with the blade of his sword, Fujii followed him to the underground warehouse of the foreign building. Banknotes half the height of a person were piled up in front of him. Put it all in the sack next to it.

After dawn, Fujii Shu pushed the cart and walked on the street. No one would have thought that there were a lot of sacks on the cart, which were full of banknotes.

"Brother, let's have some food."

Little beggars in ragged clothes surrounded him, and changed into a luxurious Fujii tree. At first glance, he looked like a rich man, but he didn't know if he had any kindness.

Fujii, who had just killed hundreds of people, showed a kind smile, took out a few five-yuan paper money from his pocket, and gave one to each of these little beggars.

"Take me to a craftsman's shop that can weave big kites. I'll take you to play, and there will be money for it later."

So one day later, more than a dozen giant kites rose from the sky in Tokyo, dragged a bag full of bulging sacks, and sprinkled coins all over the streets inhabited by poor people. People frantically went out to grab money, and no one fought for it A small number even alarmed a large number of police officers to maintain order.

Smiling Kenshin returned to the Shengu Dojo from the messy streets. He picked up a small bag of banknotes and came back with excellent skills. Book.

Jian Xin's bright smile was interrupted, and the Miss Xun who took him in was gone.

The gauntlet is written with a brush, only the address and the name of the letter.

"Fujii tree."

Jian Xin read the name, and a killing intent that he hadn't seen for a long time flashed in his eyes. In an instant, the murderous executioner came back with Dao Zhai.

The white mist pervades the bamboo forest in the mountains, and the temples leading to the bluestone steps are hidden in the mountain mist.

Miss Xun, who had passed out, opened her eyes and found that her mouth was gagged and her hands and feet were tied tightly with ropes. A somewhat familiar figure was facing away from her. In front of the well in front of the temple, she used cold and transparent well water to carefully clean a knife.

"Patter, drizzle, in the sad and cold rain curtain."

The owner of this figure was singing a song in a weird tone, which made Miss Xun frown.

"I froze my young heart, just waiting for my father who didn't return, only knowing that my father is a killer."

Fujii Shu sang the ballad of another wandering swordsman in the island country who was as famous as Zatoichi, Belt Male Wolf.

"Bury tears, behead people, and go back alive."

Fujii tree put down the white scarf for wiping his sword, and looked at the gradually clear figure in the mist.

"If you can't go back, that child will also be turned into bones in the rain."

Fei Cun Kenshin arrived as promised, and the two looked at each other. Fujii Shu stopped the ugly song, and the atmosphere became chilling.

(End of this chapter)