Two-dimensional Wanderer

"Life is so beautiful, why do people always want to die for nothing?"

Seta Sojiro's eyes widened.

Undead, resurrected!

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Chapter 81 The appearance of the swordsman

"E... Ying..." Seta Sojiro seemed to have a walnut stuck in his throat, and was speechless in surprise.

"No need to say more!" The long-haired figure did not look back, and said lightly, "Let's talk after killing it!"

"Hmph, shameless!" The young officer looked disdainful: "It's a pity, she's also a good beauty!"

He said it was a pity, but he didn't mean any mercy.With a wave of his hand, dazzling sparks burst out from the numerous barrels.

Unlike those gunmen on the mountain that night, as a regular army, both the proficiency and the type of firearms are far superior to the former.

The bullets were very dense, pressing down like a mountain, blocking all the escape routes for the two targets.

From an objective point of view, they are indeed a group of qualified and excellent soldiers.

But so what?

The two of them were also outstanding swordsmen, and one of them stood at the pinnacle of mankind!

One side is a collection of group battles, and the other side is the king who fights alone.

Who is stronger and who is worse, we still need to fight to know!

The wind picked up, gently swaying, like a veil stroking the face, but what followed was a bloody storm.

The long-haired figure disappeared in an instant, and only countless sparks flashed out of thin air.Seta Sojiro was surprised to find that every bullet that was shot at him was cut off, while those that were harmless to him were ignored.

The sound of puff puff sounded beside him, and countless bullets hit the ground, but none of them could hurt him in the slightest!

In the end...what a keen observation!

He once thought that he had practiced his swordsmanship to the pinnacle, but only at this moment did he realize that he was still far behind.

Compared to the swordsmen who roamed in the end of the era, he was as fragile as a flower in a greenhouse.

Not just swordsmanship, but also the mind.

A tragic scene was unfolding before his eyes.

The long-haired figure flickered like the wind, and behind him were the stumps and blood all the way, showing no mercy, no mercy, even if it was a simple killing, there was no sign of shaking.

Ju Yiwen made a melodious chirping sound, as if to break free from the bondage and incarnated into a dragon!

"Swordsmanship is a trick to kill, no matter what reason you use to embellish it, you can't cover up this fact!"

In just a few breaths of time, dozens of soldiers have been beheaded, and the long-haired figure is stained with blood, even on her face, but she is smiling: "This is what I taught you for your master. Yes, the last lesson!"

Sojiro Seta swallowed and stammered, "But... but those people just follow orders, they are innocent people, right?"

"innocent?"

But before he could say the next words, he heard the young officer shouting in a panic: "Funny, monster! Where's the machine gun, is the machine gun ready?"

"It's ready!"

The black metal monster, supported by a tripod, exuded a cold smell, and stood in front of the two of them.

"Oh, another old friend!" The long-haired figure licked his lips.

"Hahaha!" The young officer had a morbid grin on his face and shouted loudly: "Fire and kill that monster!"

"Yes!"

The machine gun made a deafening sound, and the bullets swayed like a splash of water.

However, its opponents did not retreat but advance, and went upstream.

"Nine-headed dragon flash!"

Bullets and bullets collided again after many years!

One two three four Wu Lu Qi eight nine!

It was a simple nine-hit combo, but only eight clusters of sparks were fired.

Because the machine gun only had time to fire eight bullets.

The long hair was stretched into a straight line, like black lightning, staggered with the machine gun, and slid deep traces on the ground.

And after that, there are steel and parts flying all over the sky.

The pained expression of the gunman, the surprised look of the young officer, and the look of admiration from Sojiro Seta were all frozen at the same moment.

The last sword was used to decide the winner!

The woman turned around with a contented face, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand: "A new model? It feels much stronger than before!"

powerful?

Why was Qiang cut to pieces by a long sword?

The young officer shouted frantically in his heart, but soon he got the answer.

"But unfortunately, I've become stronger!"

The strong wins and the weak lose, as it should be, and isn't this the militarism pursued by young officers?

He was speechless.

But only by personal experience, he can understand the unwillingness, remorse, anger, and... fear of the weak!

Will those who are conquered by Japan and become losers in the future feel the same way?

But this time, he didn't wait for an answer.

The long sword engraved with petals easily decapitated his head.

Blood gushed from his neck, and the head rolled into the mud.

Maybe he has a great future, maybe he is highly valued, but right now, he's just a dead man.

Since it is dead, it is not worth caring about.

Or rather, not worthy of someone's concern.

I have never known each other before, and have no relationship, death is the means to end everything.

This is Yingluo's philosophy.

If you are a friend, you can enjoy wine; if you are an enemy, you have a sword.

Kikuichi text was inserted in front of Sojiro Seta, Yingluo glanced at him, and said with a chuckle: "I thought you were a man who stood alone, but I didn't expect that you are still a child, and you have pity in the face of the enemy, but it's true Innocent!"

Sojiro lowered his head and said in shame, "Ten, I'm very sorry!"

"Stupid boy, there's no need to apologize!" Yingluo patted the other's shoulder and said, "It's not a sin to have pity, but it's a little weak for swordsmen. But it doesn't matter, compared to us undead at the end of the curtain, the new era We need young people like you even more.”

Sojiro was even more ashamed: "Yes, thank you for your teaching."

"Ha, don't be so restrained, I'm not your master." After Yingluo finished speaking, she pulled him up, looked at his blood-stained body, and asked, "How is the injury, can you still walk?"

"The injury is not minor, but if you just walk around, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Well, no matter what, you are also a person with a 'swordsman's body'." Yingluo picked up the chrysanthemum character again, waved to him and said, "Then keep up and kill with me!"

"Kill who?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Okubo Toshinori!"

Sojiro showed an excited look: "Did you want to kill him because of his militarism? Sure enough, his proposition is aggression at all, and it can bring nothing but war and sorrow. If Japan fell into the hands of such people... oops!"

Ju Yi text patted on top of his head, interrupting his words.

"What are you thinking?" Yingluo said, "I killed him just for revenge."

"Vengeance, for whom?" Sojiro didn't understand.

"That's still a question, of course it's him." Ju Yiwen pointed to the dead middle-aged man in military uniform.

Sojiro asked in surprise: "He? Do you know him?"

"do not know!"

"Then why...?"

"No reason, just because I was seen." Yingluo turned around and said solemnly: "Sojiro, you and I are only swordsmen, that's all. Maybe there is superb swordsmanship and extraordinary force, but this does not make Judgment depends on right and wrong. Maybe militarism will bring sadness and pain, but it is not without its merits. Isn’t its extraordinary cohesion and resolute execution its strength?”

"It's just an idea of ​​governance. It has advantages and disadvantages, good and bad, but everything is like this. It cannot be completely denied because of its bad side. Just like a sword, use good things to do good things, and use evil things to do good things. What's wrong, it depends on whoever holds the sword!"

"I didn't kill him for national affairs, and I don't have the qualifications. I just want to seek justice. There are countless people who died in vain, and I can't save him. The reason for drawing my sword. So, I just want to avenge people."

"In my eyes, he is not an important minister of the country, but a bastard boss who betrayed and betrayed his subordinates. Killing him is like killing a bandit, that's all!"

"So no need to say more, just keep up! Give up those boring assassination methods and learn how to kill a swordsman."

Yingluo laughed: "Although you are not mature enough, you are still a swordsman!"

A swordsman should look like a swordsman!

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Chapter 82 The Strike Back of the Age

Okubo Toshinori was sitting in the spacious and bright office of the military department, looking out the window.Counting the time, the assassin should have already subdued.

Trying to compete with the world with one person's strength is simply ignorant.

It is clear that militarism has long become the mainstream of today's world, but why is there such a simple truth, but there are always people who don't understand it?

Assassins are short-sighted people, let alone.But even some old people in the military are reluctant to accept this reality.

As soldiers, can't they understand each other?

Corrupted old stubborn people are everywhere, so are Sagara Sosan, Hiimura Kenshin, and other middle-level cadres who are a little older.

Speaking of which, most of them have experienced the turbulent period of the end of the curtain, so they are reluctant to abandon the old ideas of the past?

Well, maybe they are worthy of respect, but if they stand in the way of Japan, they can only be eliminated together!

If you miss the old days so much, go to hell and follow it!