Stable Polarized Practice

"I said Afutu, have you noticed anything wrong here?"

Sitting on the gun barrel extending out of the hull, the guy with orange braids held up a thick umbrella to block the sun, and stared with interest at the two waves of people fighting on the deck of the cargo ship below.

"Oh? Uncle, why didn't I find out what's wrong?" The stubble-faced deputy head glanced at it and replied indifferently.

Now there is really nothing worthy of their Yetu’s concern. The people who will fight in the end will be earthlings, warriors on earth, or ninjas on earth. Because they are not prepared to spend Yetu’s combat power on this at all, so Afutu has nothing to do with it. I don't care about the battle situation below - anyway, the general's head will be taken by the ninja leader, and they are just going through the motions.

"Afutu is really useless~" Shenwei propped his chin with one hand, and stared at the deck of the cargo ship that was splashed with blood with a smile: "Didn't you notice that the cargo warehouse is quiet and quiet, no matter you go in How many people have died, and no one has come out?"

"...It's true what you said."

Afutu finally got his attention, squinting his overworked red bloodshot eyes, staring at the entrance of the warehouse: "It seems that three people just entered there?"

"A total of eight people went in, but since the first batch of guys went in, no one has come out of it."

The orange-red hair curled up and down, and Kamui looked at the warehouse door with great interest, which looked like the huge mouth of a monster devouring a living person, and his blue eyes flashed eagerly: "What's in it? Curious—"

"Wait? Idiot leader, it seems that someone is about to come out." Afutu leaned forward slightly, and was also aroused by curiosity. He stared firmly at the dark warehouse entrance: "Just now that is What? There seems to be a flash of blue light? Is there a leakage?"

"..." Shenwei didn't answer, but straightened his back suddenly, leaned forward with a little expectation, his blue pupils shrank slightly, and he showed a slightly weird excited smile: "No, no, this It feels like—”

……

Compared with the well-lit deck, even the entrance of the cargo warehouse is a dark place that does not penetrate a few rays of light. In order to facilitate the transportation of some goods that cannot be exposed to sunlight, the cargo ship’s cargo warehouse entrance and exit are all selected in the direction of the backlight. And set up a long corridor to avoid light passing through the entrance, which will cause trouble for the storage of light-proof goods.

Therefore, even if someone is now one step away from the sunlight touching the ground, looking down from above, they can only see a blue crawler clog slowly stepping out of the darkness.

The insteps of the wooden clogs are white and clean, the ankles are slender, and the knees are bent due to walking. The hem of the kimono printed with cameon flowers on a blue and white background is slightly raised by the knees. You can see a hem of the beautiful kimono - this delicate and fragile color does not seem to match the deck full of blood and fighting, and it is easy to attract the attention of red-eyed ronin, such as now.

Someone noticed this, and he was a red-eyed guy—he just chopped down a warrior guarding the cargo ship, his eyes were swollen red with blood, and he could barely distinguish friend from foe. , and looking from his direction, the guy standing at the entrance of the warehouse is obviously not his own.

The people lurking into the cargo ship would be dressed similarly to the escort warriors. No one would wear such exquisite and delicate kimonos. If they were not their own people, they might be some kind of clan relative from the general’s faction, so he rushed over without hesitation. Ready to kill this little sheep that seems to have entered the battlefield by mistake and has no one to protect it, the cockroach that has just drank blood has been raised high, as long as it is swung down, you can see the dazzling blood. Killing a dignitary with a high status made his heart surge, and even his face was flushed with excitement——

Then in the next second, a head with a flushed face and an excited face flew out sideways, rolled a few times on the deck, and the blood that flowed out formed a red line on the ground.

"..."

The headless body took two steps forward according to inertia, and then limply collapsed. A blue clog stepped over the headless corpse and stepped into the sunlight.

The blue-haired boy blinked his big round eyes, his slightly curled hair hangs uncomfortably on his shoulders, his fair face is delicate and cute, even if two spots of red are splashed on it, it won't affect the overall harmless aura—— If you ignore the cold and viscous murderous look all over his body.

An Ding shook off the blood on the sword, and the hem of the kimono printed with camellia was gradually stained with blood. He glanced at the situation on the deck lightly, and confirmed that the guard warriors who belonged to the category of "our own people" seemed to have passed away. There was not much left, and he stepped out of the shadow of the warehouse entrance with Princess Cheng Ye tightly shrunk behind him.

"Your Highness, please pay attention to your feet, remember to step over obstacles, and be careful not to trip over."

The blue-haired boy in the toon flower bathrobe had a soft tone and a clear voice, and carefully reminded Princess Chengye to be careful of the "obstacles" under her feet. In this bloody battlefield, the two of them were very clean and conspicuous, so they quickly Yes, they were noticed by the rogues who had already dealt with almost all the guards.

"Please don't show any expression of fear, Your Royal Highness."

An Ding turned his back to the princess who was holding the white scarf hanging from the back of his neck in horror, and said in a steady tone: "Please don't grab my scarf, it will affect my actions."

"No, I'm very sorry!" Princess Cheng Ye suddenly withdrew her hand, grabbed the fabric on her chest nervously, and apologized loudly, not daring to open her eyes: "I'm sorry! I won't pull your scarf again!"

"Thanks, it's all right now."

A blue and white electric spark flashed in the blue pupils, and there was a "crack" on the knife he was carrying, and a blue electric arc lit up, and the whistling white mist overflowed from the corner of his mouth, slowly Dissipates in the air.

With his back to the nervous princess, An Ding grinned a strange murderous smile as he faced a group of ronin rushing menacingly:

"Hee hee hee... turn around and die for me."

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Seeing the ninja with his forehead covering his eyes and decisively following the general, Okita Sougo couldn't care less about the various meanings of the guy in front of him. After all, the overall situation is the most important thing. Everything is important, so he decisively turned around and chased after him, but when he just took a step, he was blocked by a knife that was out of its sheath.

"I'm sorry, sorry, you can't go there now." The guy who stopped him said with a long tail. A boy with black hair and red eyes stood in front of him, holding a knife that was also a flower knife with five fingers painted with bright red nail polish. Okita Sougo noticed that this guy's tone of voice seems to be very similar to his own, and they both like to elongate at the end, which sounds lazy.

The guy who sounded lazy spoke again: "It is our task to accept the general's head, so can I trouble you not to chase him and hinder him?"

The content is a polite solicitation, but the behavior of this guy is not.

Sougo Okita squinted his scarlet eyes, staring at the opponent's movement at this moment - he was pointing at himself with two swords in his hands, the slender sword had a shallower arc, and the shape of the sword was the same slender and straight as that guy Ozawa, suitable for Three thrusts.

What's worth mentioning is that this guy's knife-holding posture is exactly the same as Ao Ze's, and they are all standard gestures of natural flow of mind - and they are exactly the same as himself.

"That's right."

Okita Sougo seemed to suddenly understand something, he opened his red eyes with the same color as the opposite, murderous aura rose from his body, but his face was expressionless, he said slowly: "It seems that no matter what I want, a Whether the knife is the general's life, you have to kill this sow first—"

Qingguang: "..."

kindness?kindness?What?Did he hear correctly?The word sow...is it referring to him? ! !

Qingguang was struck by lightning immediately, "You sow, you sow, you sow" was playing in a loop in his mind, like a thunderbolt that knocked him dizzy, and he hit the knife to pay the hand holding the handle of the knife Trembling slightly: "You, you said I was..."

"Didn't you hear clearly?" The chestnut-haired and red-eyed young man on the opposite side tilted his head in confusion, and looked at him with big innocent eyes blinking—this expression and this movement are just like An Ting, Qing Guang thought so, and then I heard this fellow say in a voice not without malice:

"—I said you are a sow."

Ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Qing Guang's heart almost screamed to the point of breaking, he is so cute from hair to nails, he dares to call such a cute sow a sow!Did this guy do it on purpose? !On purpose?It was definitely trying to provoke him on purpose, right?I have to say he succeeded!Qingguang is very angry now, and the consequences are serious!

"You bastard……"

Qing Guang gritted his teeth, and rushed to the top of his head in anger, unconsciously using the power of gravity, the dark red light spread along the back to the whole body, the corners of the clothes, the scarf and the tail of hair floated upwards Suddenly, the black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen gritted his teeth, and slashed fiercely with murderous intent:

"—This attack is serious!"

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"call……"

Breathing out a mouthful of whistling white mist, An Ding pulled out the knife from the chest of the last person, and with the body crashing to the ground, he lightly shook off the blood stained on the knife—if the remaining blood on the knife Too much, if it drips on the handle of the knife, it is likely to affect the next battle, because the greasy blood will make the sword unstable, so even if the handle is wrapped with an anti-slip belt, you must always pay attention not to Let the blood run down the hilt.

"There should be no enemies here, right?"

The blue-haired boy looked around, and with him as the center, there were headless corpses lying on the ground around him—yes, most of the corpses had no heads, all of which had their necks cut off by him, and several spheres just gurgled Gulu rolled on the ground, Princess Chengye was so frightened that she didn't even dare to open her eyes.

An Ding scratched his fluffy hair, and said in a hesitant tone: "It is true that there are no enemies on the deck, but—"

The fluttering tone suddenly lowered, sank by more than one degree, the pupils shining with blue light blinked, and An Ding looked up expressionlessly: "—but there are still in the sky."

The orange-haired young man was sitting on the edge of the extended gun barrel of the warship, smiling and waving at Fu Sangshen who was looking up.

Amidst Afutu's sigh of "here it is again", Shenwei turned over resolutely, and jumped down holding an umbrella:

"It's been a long time, Mr. Fluffy Braided Warrior~ Why don't you braid your hair?"