Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Ever since he learned that this mission was related to the Utsunomiya family, Toru Amuro never thought about completing this mission successfully.

As for the failure of the mission, as he said before, even if the mission failed this time, the organization would not simply get rid of him because of it.

There are only a few high-level codenamed members in the organization. If they are dealt with directly after a mission fails, then let alone more than 200 of them, even if there are ten more, they would not be enough to kill them all.

Looking around, the number of senior codename members in the entire organization who can confidently say that they have never failed a mission can be counted on one hand.

Even someone as strong as Gin has failed in missions.

Even though this joint mission is very important, if it fails it will only mean that we will lose contact with the Utsunomiya family, and it will not harm the operation of the organization, right?

Even if that gentleman really values ​​this opportunity so much, he will be very angry about the failure of this mission, and the person in charge, Vermouth, will be the first to bear this anger.

If they really want to be implicated, it is impossible to kill all the senior code members who participated in this incident.

At this moment, there were only four of them sitting in the box.

But Toru Amuro knew that among the four of them, except Kiku Masamune, the others were just executors and planners of the preliminary tasks.

There are at least four more senior codenamed members from other departments in the dark, who are responsible for subsequent auxiliary execution, hands-on cover, and retreat support.

Once the mission fails, everyone will be punished according to their crimes, and those who were the early planners will be punished more severely at most.

Vermouth has a special status and has always enjoyed privileges in the organization. Even when her missions failed in the past, she has never received any punishment.

As for him, not to mention for his own sake, even if it was for the sake of his current boss Whiskey, the punishment for failing this mission would be at most going to the interrogation room and lying in bed for ten days or half a month.

Anyway, he did his best to complete the mission. If he had to blame someone, he could only blame the target for being too cunning and playing tricks on them.

As for whether he really did his best, the insidious and cunning Bourbon said that all he had to do was to put in enough effort on the surface and not give anyone the opportunity to find fault.

At this moment, what Toru Amuro was most thankful for was that Whiskey was still in the penalty period. Even though he was the one who cracked the bounty code, he did not personally participate in the mission.

Otherwise, his thoughts at this moment might be hidden from others, but definitely not from him.

I just don't know, how long is the penalty period for whiskey?

Also, if this mission fails, will Whiskey take over the subsequent tasks?

As my thoughts flowed, more than half an hour passed.

After some discussion, they decided to wait until the train arrived at the first treasure hunt point of this treasure hunt competition - Fukuoka Tenmangu Shrine before starting the action.

After formulating the action plan, Asaka, who had long felt that she could not stay here for long, immediately pulled Kikumasamune up and told him to go outside the box for some fresh air.

After saying this, without waiting for the other two to respond, he walked out quickly with his partner.

Sitting by the window, Toru Amuro looked at the scenery outside the window as it kept moving forward without even blinking.

Vermouth gave Asaka a half-smile, but she didn't say anything.

When they were the only two people left in the box, Vermouth changed her previous demeanor, put away the smile on her face, and even the emotion in her eyes gradually faded.

The quiet and silent atmosphere continued until we reached Fukuoka.

overseas,

Somewhere in an unknown private estate.

In the middle of the wide training ground, two figures, one old and one young, stood holding knives.

The old man was thin, his face was skinny, and his aura was calm. If he wasn't holding a sharpened sword in his hand, he would look no different from an ordinary old man.

But Karasuma Soshin, who was standing opposite him at this moment, did not feel the slightest contempt.

At this moment, he was wearing a black kosode embroidered with the Karasuma family crest, and his eyes were tightly blocked by black straps made of thick light-blocking fabric, so he could not sense any light.

Although he also held a sharpened katana in his hand, his body was covered with scars that the old man did not have.

Those were all wounds inflicted by the old man's knife during the previous fight.

The wound was not deep, but because the old man had smeared medicine on the knife, the pain was very obvious.

Even if some wounds have stopped bleeding due to coagulation, they can still be very painful.

Of course, this little pain from the wound did not have much impact on Karasuma Soshin.

The problem is that such wounds have appeared on his body every day since a month ago and have continued to this day.

The old man opposite is very strong, the kind of strength that to describe him as such by kendo masters would be an insult.

If it were just this case, Karasuma Soshin would not have lost so badly.

The most important thing is that during the more than one month of fighting, he was not allowed to take off the black bandage on his eyes.

Relying solely on hearing and perception, one can face a top kendo master who makes almost no sound when he steps, swings his sword with incredible speed and force, and especially the attack angle.

The reason why Karasuma Soshin can stand here with all his arms and legs intact is all thanks to his good talent in kendo and the fact that the other party is not fighting with the intention of killing him.

"Whoo~"

The sound of wind blew quietly.

Karasuma Soshin, who was concentrating on paying attention to the movements on the opposite side, immediately raised his hand to block the knife that was coming at him from the side.

The sound of cold weapons clashing rang out rapidly and continuously in the quiet training ground. This time, Karasuma Soshin had an additional shallow knife wound on his right shoulder near his neck.

The old man's attacks were extremely strange and varied. Karasuma Soshin, who had studied under many kendo masters in his childhood, had no idea which kendo school he came from.

Every time, Karasuma Soshin would predict what the old man would do next based on his previous attacks and senses, the old man would always change his attack method where he least expected.

Even if Karasuma Soshin could detect this with his hearing and senses, the old man's attack speed was too fast. Even if he noticed it, he only had time to dodge and block to protect his vital points.

Therefore, during this period of time, Karasuma Soshin was basically being suppressed, and occasionally fought back, and then was suppressed again.

After a round of fighting, Karasuma Soshin, with another wound on his body, stood in place with a knife in his hand. The old man bowed to him and retreated to the edge of the training ground.

Then, a middle-aged man who was much stronger than the old man stood in front of Karasuma Soshin, holding a katana in one hand and a katana in the other.

And on the side of the training ground, there are two more sparring partners like this.

In the building at the center of the manor,

Karasuma Renye, who had just finished the latest recovery checkup, walked out of the examination room on the fourth floor and slowly walked towards the study, while asking Karasuma Butler who was following him:

"How are Cang Xin's kendo lessons going these days?"

"It's going well. The young master has a very high talent in swordsmanship. Now it has begun to show results. After a while, he will be able to completely transform into what you expect."

A look of satisfaction flashed across Karasuma Renya's eyes, and he immediately asked:

"How are the rest of the people preparing?"

Butler Karasuma lowered his eyes and replied calmly:

“Everything is ready.”

"That's good."

Entering the study, Karasuma Renye glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, lowered his head to deal with the work that had been piled up for several days, and casually instructed:

"By the way, that kid has been working hard recently. Go tell him that after today's kendo class, the remaining classes will be moved to tomorrow.

Also, have him come over for dinner later."

"Yes."

Butler Karasuma left as soon as he was told, while Karasuma Renye continued to deal with the documents at hand.

At this moment, the sun is shining outside the window, just like Karasuma Renya's good mood at the moment.

In a corner of the study, a well-fed crow sat quietly on a branch-shaped shelf specially made for it.

The window not far away was half open for ventilation, and it was less than half a meter away from where the crow was at the moment.

Obviously, if I just spread my wings, I could fly into the blue sky through the half-open window.

But the crow still did not move, just stayed quietly on its branch, waiting for Karasuma Renya to finish the matters at hand and walk over to it.

The wings spread out and landed steadily on the hand extended by Karasuma Renya.

Karasuma Renye looked at the crow that he had trained to be very obedient, gently stroked the crow's back feathers, and personally fed it some food.

His eyes seemed to fall on the crow, but they seemed to be looking through it, at something else.

under the setting sun,

Karasuma Soshin, who had just finished today's kendo lesson and took off the bandage on his eyes, was still adjusting to the change in light when he saw Karasuma Butler walking towards him in the distance.

"How did you come?"

Karasuma Soshin, who had already guessed the purpose of Karasuma Butler's visit, asked unceremoniously.

Butler Karasuma's expression remained unchanged as he repeated what Karasuma Renya had instructed him to say.

"Got it. I'll go change my clothes."

After a quick look around, there were still only a group of black-clad bodyguards, himself, and a butler named Karasuma, and there was no training ground where the kendo masters were.

With a cold expression, Karasuma Soshin walked past Karasuma Butler and headed towards the locker room at the training ground.

In the past, before each kendo training session, he would first bandage his eyes, and then those kendo masters would appear.

After the training session, those people will leave first, and then he can take off the straps.

During the training, these people would not speak a single word to him.

This also means that until now, Karasuma Soshin, who has no other means of investigation, still does not know what the person who fought with him in kendo looks like.

After taking a shower, the manor doctor applied a layer of scar-removing medicine to the wounds that had begun to scab over, and then changed into similar clothes but with different patterns on the hems.

At six o'clock in the evening, Karasuma Soshin appeared at the dining table in the restaurant of the main building of the manor.

"Good night, father."

"Sit down and eat."

"Yes."

Karasuma Soshin sat down opposite Karasuma Renya with a calm expression.

He lowered his eyes and stared intently at the food and soup on the table, but his mind was repeatedly replaying the state of Karasuma Renya that he saw when he just sat down.

The distance between them is very close.

Therefore, even if Karasuma Renya wanted to conceal it, Karasuma Soshin still only relied on the glance when he sat down.

It is judged that Karasuma Renya must have experienced a hibernation recovery during these few days.

Restore your physical condition to its best state.

In this case, there are some things that cannot be done for the time being.

Thinking of this, Karasuma Soshin temporarily put aside all his thoughts for the rest of the time and quietly finished the meal with Karasuma Renya.

Then, under the watchful eye of the maid who was on night duty in the house, he closed the book in his hand, washed up and went to sleep before ten o'clock.

At this moment, the sunset on the other side of the ocean has just shown its most beautiful appearance.

At dusk, the whole world is covered with brilliant rays of light by the setting sun. At this moment, the maple leaves of Tenmangu Shrine usher in the most beautiful and dreamy time of the day.

Under the illumination of the setting sun, the entire Tenmangu Shrine's thousand-year history suddenly becomes clearly visible.

One can't help but wonder if the gods on Takama-ga-hara are also appreciating the beautiful autumn leaves with them.

Not all participants in this treasure hunt are experienced people who are very interested in finding the red leaf treasure.

A small number of people came simply for the free seven-day tour posted by the Ooka Foundation, the fact that they can bring their families with them, and they can enjoy free high-standard reception, food and accommodation.

Therefore, there will be many children in this treasure hunt competition, and they can form teams to play an amateur children's football match.

These people came here with their families. When they saw the scenery of Tenmangu Shrine at that moment, they basically took out their mobile phone cameras and took pictures of their families, themselves, and the red leaves behind them.

Add new record photos to the family album.

But it is different for professionals. As soon as they arrive at the place, they usually take out the parchment treasure map and study and search for it.

As for Kogoro Mori, he is the third type that is different from the other two.

Parchment treasure map? Pull it out.

Do you understand? No.

Have you looked around for it?

He turned around, but he didn't find the red treasure, but the location of Yoko Okino.

As soon as Conan saw the obsessed smile on Kogoro Mori's face, he knew what this uncle Mori was planning without having to guess.

A half-moon eye suddenly appeared on his face.

"Conan."

Standing under a tall maple tree full of red leaves, Mao Lilan shouted out as she and her good friends Sonoko and Kazuha posed together.

Conan came back to his senses and immediately raised the camera hanging around his neck and gave instructions seriously:

"I'm going to take the photo. Countdown: three, two, one."

As the shutter button was pressed, a photo with a tree full of maple leaves and a large maple forest as the background was frozen in the camera.

On the side, Hattori Heiji, who was holding an empty bag, looked at Toyama Kazuha, the girl in the red and white shrine maiden costume among the three girls under the maple tree, and couldn't help laughing.

Then the camera hit me on the waist:

"Hattori, take a picture of Xiaolan and me."

Conan, who was holding the camera, saw Hattori Heiji lowering his head and directly stuffed the camera into his hands.

Then he hurried towards Mao Lilan.

Understanding the situation, Toyama Kazuha pulled Suzuki Sonoko aside, leaving space and space for Conan and Xiaolan.

Not long after that, she stood in the same position as Hattori Heiji, and smiled shyly and happily at the camera held up by Mouri Ran.