Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

That night.

At 7:43 pm, Minami Shiori returned home.

The moon is dark and the wind is high. It is so dark today that no moonlight can be seen. The surrounding streets have become quieter than before. I wonder if I smell some wind. The doors and windows of every house are closed.

Even several nearby izakayas that were brightly lit at night were temporarily closed to welcome customers because the owner was unwell.

The street lights illuminated the street, and the dim yellow light looked infinitely close to the dusk sunlight, but it lacked some blood.

Nan Shizhi stood in front of the full-length mirror, and Azi and the other two maids were helping her get dressed.

Unlike Mahiru Amamiya, she had been preparing to inherit the position of the head of the family from early on. Although it was rare for a woman to be the head of the family, there were actual cases, so her clothes were quite luxurious and expensive.

The core of the kimono is actually the belt. It needs to be tied very tightly to prevent the kimono from slipping off. However, the corresponding requirements for the body shape are relatively loose, whether it is a young woman with a World Cup or a rich woman with an airport. , the entire figure can be hidden by the kimono, turning it into a flat figure that is clearly visible at a glance.

Minami Shiori's kimono was passed down from her mother and has been modified.

The reason why it needs to be modified is naturally to free up the hands and make it easier to fight. The movement gap of the kimono is too small, it is difficult to move the legs, and it is inconvenient to draw the sword. Therefore, this kimono has a multi-layer structure. When needed, the hands and Tuck your head into your clothes, take off the gorgeous coat that restricts your movements, and you can transform into a capable swordsman's uniform.

Azi whispered: "I heard that the eldest lady went to join the underworld. I wonder if she also takes off her coat to expose her shoulders and bra when she draws a knife in a fight."

This statement made Nan Shizhi stunned: "Where did you hear it?"

"I heard from people in my hometown that women who are involved in the underworld will have tattoos on their shoulders and backs. When fighting, they can open their clothes to facilitate the movement of their arms, and exposing the tattoos can also deter the enemy." Azi said worriedly: "But if you have a tattoo, it will If you are clean, how can you get married?"

Nan Shizhi shook her head: "Don't think nonsense, my sister is not going to join the underworld, but the underworld gang surrendered to her."

The other two servants tied Nan Shiori's hair up and fixed it with hairpins. Her appearance and temperament suddenly improved.

Azi wiped her eyeballs: "It's like seeing Madam."

Other maids also praised her: "I'm afraid there won't be a few house owners as good-looking as my lady in all of Osaka."

Nan Shizhi looked at the unfamiliar self in the floor-to-ceiling mirror and sighed: "Other families will not be like our Nan family and fall into the situation of relying on women to inherit the family business."

She looked at it and felt that there was still something missing. This might be very Nanjia, but it was not Shiori at all.

She suddenly raised her hand, removed her hairpin, and let her black hair fall down. Then, amid the exclamations of several people, she pulled out half of the train cut Guangguang, passed it across the back of her head, and cut off her back-length hair. .

"this……"

"What a waste."

"It's taken me many years to grow my hair."

Nan Shizhi said without any regret: "But this is who I am."

At this time, the room seemed to be echoing with waves of clear sword sounds. Although others could not hear it, it was so clear and deafening in Nan Shizhi's ears.

Hiromitsu Akikiri is a family heirloom sword, and it is also a famous sword.

It also chooses its own master.

Hearing the sound of the sword proved that Minami Shiori's state of mind was enough to control it now, whereas in the past she was only using this sword.

Holding the handle of the knife, she felt as if the knife had become an extension of her body. Every breath she took could inject oxygen into the knife, and power poured in like running water.

She murmured: "Is this luck? Or is it bad luck?"

She didn't know if it was good or bad, but she knew she had no choice.

Being stronger is not necessarily a bad thing.

At least with the blessing of Hiromitsu Echinakiri, she should be able to kill a few more ronin.

She put the idea of ​​luck behind her mind. Now that she had decided, she should not regret it.

It would be great if life stopped at the age of eighteen, at least it would wither in full bloom.

It's not that she hasn't considered accepting her sister's invitation and leaving, but after all, she is the 'eldest lady' of the Nan family. She has enjoyed preferential treatment for more than ten years, so she must take responsibility and obligations. The chains are wrapped around her body. It's her. The burden is also her strength.

This is her home. If she doesn’t have a home, who else will she be?

Just a lost dog.

She walked out of the room with her neatly styled short hair.

Tonight is long.

I don’t know how many people will die, and I don’t know how much blood will be shed.

…

In the dark night, at the end of the street.

The only izakaya with the lights still on was empty. Except for Shibata who was timidly preparing skewers, there were only two guests in the lobby.

Two people, one with gray hair and one with all white hair, sat facing each other.

The gray-haired old man raised his shining eyes: "I have been operating in this neighborhood for half my life. I thought that the foundation I laid was solid enough, but I didn't expect that it would fall apart like a leaf blown by the wind." .”

Another old man with heavy bags under his eyes, as if he was about to be half buried in the earth, spoke in a long voice: "You have spent half your life's family property here, are you willing to give it up?"

"Be willing to give up, be willing to give up... Only when you give up can you gain."

"You look like the ambitious man you were twenty years ago."

"I'm always who I am, never change."

"It's not wrong to say that you can be reborn only by abandoning your burdens... I have also said in the past that your strength does not match your ambition." The older man said in a low voice: "You'd better consider the consequences."

"There is no need to think about dead people." The younger old man said: "For the Nan family who is struggling to death, it is a good deal for five Chinese leaders to die suddenly. If they die, there will naturally be chaos within. Get up, then the Osaka area will be reshuffled, and I will have the opportunity to eat more."

"For this purpose, your son has been hooked up, and now your granddaughter."

"I'm also very sad, but my son is totally unsatisfied and can't be helped up... Shizhi is very good. I also gave her a way to live. If she can survive..."

"Are you still thinking about family ties? I'm afraid she will want to kill you."

"The Nan family always needs someone to inherit it." Nan Shihui suddenly sighed: "I always hesitated in the past. After all, they are all my direct descendants. My respect and love are true. Every time I think about it, No matter what I do, I always feel a dull pain in my heart, as if I am bound by a chain, and I really can't bear to be cruel."

Hongye Jianhao's face was expressionless: "Then what?"

"Then, until I lost an arm and a leg." Nan Shihui pressed the wound on the broken arm and showed a ferocious expression: "The one who did it was the white-eyed wolf I raised myself."

“That’s when I realized something very simple.”

"There is no such thing as a chain."

After a moment of silence, Nan Shihui raised his glass and smiled heartily: "Stop talking about this, brother, we have a happy cooperation."

Hongye Jianhao also raised his wine glass, and the two clinked their glasses with a clear sound.

This is a little-known past story. When Nan Thi Fai was young, she had five sworn brothers.

Most of the three of them have been buried, but the oldest one became a swordsman and founded the Ronin organization.

Since then, it has been the Nan family that has been providing funds to Kuzuryuu behind the scenes.

This is Nan Shihui's biggest trump card, and the real reason why he doesn't hesitate to use the Nan family's foundation as bait to take the initiative to set the table.

In the eyes of this ambitious Rat King, as long as he is alive, it will only take a few years for the Nan family to rebuild its foundation and even grow further.

Outside the izakaya.

The ronin wearing a raincoat stepped in, bowed his head and said, "Chief!"

Hongye Jianhao waved his finger and said in an old way: "Leave no chickens or dogs behind."

The ronin group of about thirty people has been assembled. They are all executioners Renzan who were raised by Kuzuryu with a lot of money.

They walked through the rain, through the night, and rushed towards the brightly lit Nan's house.

…

7:39pm

Nioji Temple.

The footsteps stopped just behind the door, less than two feet away.

The five Chinese representatives also kept silent and listened silently to what was going on here.

They don't want their involvement with Kuzuryu to be discovered, so they must be careful and cautious.

It's best not to have any surprises.

"Report to the leader, I..."

The ronin was shouting loudly.

Just as he spoke the fifth word, a bright white light flashed across his eyeballs.

There was a sudden explosion, and the thin layer of wood that separated the two people was already in disrepair, fragile and aging, and could not achieve any blocking effect at all.

Even the person behind the door jumped back the moment the change occurred, and directly grabbed an elder of the Kazama family as a shield.

But the stream of light came faster and sharper than he expected.

boom--!

The spear advanced forward with force like a broken bamboo. In an instant, it penetrated the chest of the elder of the Kazama family, splitting and collapsing the bones and flesh of his chest, revealing a hole the size of a fist. It advanced all the way and hit the leader behind the door panel. of the right chest.

The leader of the ronin lifted his feet off the ground and flew directly towards the Nioh statue in the temple, smashing into the clay and wood sculptures, stirring up a large amount of dust, and causing the flames to sway in the wind.

At this moment, everyone was able to react.

The wanderer outside the door had fallen to the ground in fright, and several other Chinese family heads or elders also stood up suddenly.

The oil lamp was knocked over and the oil was ignited. In the flickering firelight, they saw the tall back of a man who had pulled off his raincoat.

The man stood there with a spear in his hand, half of the sword pointed at the throat of the Ronin leader. Blood seeped out from the wound. The leader kept coughing up blood, and his right chest collapsed, as if he had been seriously injured.

The old corpse of the Kazama clan that was torn into two pieces hung on the hand of the Nioh statue, and its blood flowed silently.

Several family heads and elders and guards outside the door were stunned for three seconds before they remembered to pull out their weapons. Their minds were confused.

Because no one knew this man, but his condensed and terrifying aura made people shudder.

"Hello."

Bai Yu greeted politely, glanced lightly, and continued: "Goodbye!"