Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

Spelby Scowero.

One of the members of the world's strongest assassination force, Balian, directly under the ninth generation of Pengel.

The second-generation sword emperor, Balian's battle captain, this man with exaggerated silver hair can be described as [troublesome] no matter in terms of status or strength.

It's just that Ryunosuke Akutagawa didn't know the identity of the other party.

He has been away for too long, and it has been less than a month since he returned to this world. In Akutagawa's impression, the outstanding people in the other world have already been replaced. Most of the older generation have retired or lived in the second line, and those who are still active There were very few, and countless outstanding newcomers appeared one after another. It was too difficult for him to reconfirm one by one.

However, Akutagawa has never been afraid of fighting.

From the moment he chose to follow in the footsteps of his mentor to become a killer and walk on the tip of the knife, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was already ready to die for the mission.

Akutagawa did not respond immediately.

Because the more impulsive Gokuji Hayato had already charged up, Takeshi Yamamoto didn’t bring the baseball bat Reborn gave him—that was made with Penglei’s black technology, and when the swing speed reached a certain standard, it would turn into a Japanese baseball bat. The strange weapon of the sword—so he turned his head to borrow a sword from Akutagawa, and followed closely.

Rashomon's different space is comparable to an arsenal.

There are both cold weapons and hot weapons, and it is a collection of equipment from different worlds.

Takeshi Yamamoto, who once went in, still remembers.

Regrettably, the gap in strength between the two sides is too great, and the joint attack of Yuji and Yamamoto failed to last ten seconds in the opponent's hands.

Without Reborn present, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't enter the death mode. In his normal state, he was timid and timid, and he didn't have the courage and strength to fight back.

In the end, he could only think of pulling the dark blond boy with the blue dead flame burning on his forehead and scars all over his body to hide behind Akutagawa Ryunosuke, with his brown harmless eyes wide open like a rabbit, uneasy. Anxiously asking for help:

"Ms. Akutagawa, what, what should I do... Please, help Kikuji-kun and Yamamoto-kun!"

At this time, the powerful and familiar tutor is undoubtedly the only one who can give him a sense of security.

"Go to the back, Sawada Tsunayoshi, that person...the smell of blood is all over his body, he is not someone you can deal with now."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke spoke calmly, holding the collar that was originally tied around the Rashomon cat's neck in his hand. The objects controlled by his ability are limited to [cloth], and leather things like collars are not controlled by him. Therefore, after Rashomon changed back into the windbreaker, the collar naturally fell off, and the young man who came out of the different space calmly and precisely stretched out a finger to hang it.

This is the locator, and Mr. R needs to rush over based on this, so it is impossible to put it into a different space.

But the diameter of the collar that just fits around the kitten's neck is a circle larger than the young man's wrist, and a little smaller than the neck, so it doesn't fit anywhere.

Open the space entrance and exit near the palm of your hand, and in the blink of an eye, draw a gun from it with your backhand like magic.

The moment Gokudera and Yamamoto were defeated, Akutagawa raised his gun.

Akutagawa, who learned from the world's number one killer, of course also has top-notch spear skills. His amazing eyesight and hit rate made him confidently pull the trigger, and the two bullets were fired with a very short interval.

The silver-haired man was forced to retreat by two tricky bullets.

"You bastard... who are you!?"

Scovalo squinted his eyes, staring at Akutagawa's calm face, his expression became more dignified.

——not a character to be trifled with.

That look is the look that only the most dangerous existence in the other world will have.

The gesture of holding the gun is almost like withdrawing from Reborn.

strangeness.

The sense of crisis constantly stimulated his nerves, and Scuvaro couldn't help thinking: If this kind of character is active in the other world, he must have never heard of it.

Akutagawa didn't answer.

"Don't you answer... Forget it, my target is not you, and there is no reason for us to fight." If it was normal, Skuvalo would not mind fighting such a strong man, but not now , living in a foreign country, and still has tasks on his body, it is more important to figure out the purpose of that guy's coming to Japan than his own desire to fight.

[That guy] - the silver-haired man with the sword-embellished prosthesis in his left hand pointed behind Akutagawa with a stern expression:

"Hand over the little devil behind you, let's leave it alone, I won't trouble you, and you don't come to hinder me, how about it?"

The dark blond boy, who was being led by Sawada Tsunayoshi and covered in scars, subconsciously took a step to the side, blocking Sawada Tsunayoshi, showing a protective gesture.

The boy with dark blond hair didn't immediately realize who [the kid] was referring to. After all, he was about the same age as Sawada Tsunayoshi, and Sawada Tsunayoshi... was this boy——the person Bajir came to Japan to find , compared to himself, Bagir thought that Skuvalo had already recognized the identity of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

This subconscious protective stance is bad.

"Huh? Wait, hey, Bagir, you seem to know this group of people... That brown-haired brat, is that why you came to Japan?"

Oh no.

The young and immature Bagir was taken aback when he heard the words, but he couldn't control the nervousness and annoyance that flashed across his face. Scovalo obviously caught this, and he narrowed his eyes, "You are a subordinate The person who consults outside the door, coming to Japan is nothing more than the order of that man, and that man, and this place, I remember..."

The silver-haired man moved his eyes to Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

"...and a dangerous guy like you is protecting me, I know, the identities of you group of people, this is really lucky."

Scuvaro covered his face with his right hand and laughed a few times. This time, he looked at Akutagawa and the others without any hesitation, and replaced them with a flamboyant and dangerous killing intent, like a deep-sea shark staring at the target. The same, showing sharp fangs.

"The heir appointed by the Nine Generations, that guy is you, right!?"

The fierce gaze made Sawada Tsunayoshi subconsciously let out a sound of panic.

"Sorry, I take back what I just said. It seems that this is no longer a situation that can be resolved through negotiation."

Scuvaro licked his lips, his fighting spirit was burning like a flame. He stared at the young man standing in the front, blocking the young men behind him. He slowly raised the sword in his hand, and a cold light came from below. He swiped across the blade and pointed the tip at Akutagawa, "Kill that brat, and everything will be settled, hey——!! If you insist on obstructing, I will not show mercy to you!!"

"Akuta, Akutagawa-sensei—"

Sawada Tsunayoshi trembled.

"Don't let me say it a second time, go to the back, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

Akutagawa still had that calm tone.

As a protector, he did not waver under the murderous aura of the silver-haired man in front of him.

next second.

The battle between the swordsman and the spearman is on the verge of breaking out.

Swordsman and spearman, it sounds like a battle between melee and ranged combat, but strictly speaking, it is not the case. People in the other world, as long as they have the conditions, will definitely not only be proficient in one combat skill , after all, you are always between life and death, and you encounter all kinds of enemies, leaving yourself a weakness is undoubtedly a very fatal thing.

Skuvalo is indeed a great swordsman, but in order to deal with long-range enemies, he practiced sword energy and installed bullets on his weapons... The same is true for Akutagawa Ryunosuke, although because of his physical fitness, he cannot have the same sword as Mr. R. The same superb melee level, but the corresponding counterattack skills are still engraved in muscle memory.

Sawada Tsunayoshi often complained about the hard training and whispered about the double standards of his tutor, but in fact, when Akutagawa was young, the actual combat training he received was also strict and severe, and he suffered a lot of injuries.

The sound of gunfire and the sound of swords piercing through the air intersect at the same time. Rashomon's cloth blades are wrapped around Akutagawa's limbs. The weapons he draws from different dimensions change in the blink of an eye. Guns, short daggers, long swords, or limbs blessed by Rashomon Directly bare-handed... Each of them has a technique that is far beyond the reach of ordinary people. In order not to cause a sensation, Rashomon has not been used on a large scale, but the space barrier is constantly unfolding and closing, blocking the enemy's attacks one by one.

The sword energy left ferocious traces on the ground, and the stones flew up in the air and fell in small pieces.

I can't blink at all, every second of the confrontation is thrilling, like a fighting game, shocking and exaggerated!

This is a fighting level far beyond the imagination of the current Sawada Tsunayoshi, Gokudera, and Yamamoto.

"Teacher is so strong...!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi and his companions stood behind, staring dumbfounded at the scene in front of them, murmuring involuntarily.

Because of the poor strength that is too far away, Akutagawa Ryunosuke has never shown his true skills in front of them, and this is the first time.

Then, this adult man who was always full of literary temperament in school showed a completely different and sharp appearance at this time.

Murderous—absolutely won't lose to anyone.

There is absolutely no fear of fighting, and the dark eyes are like swords without sheaths, which are endless.

Sudden.

"Stop! Ryunosuke."

"That's it! Skuvalo!"

An immature but contradictory mature voice sounded, and at the same time, another male voice that was extremely unfamiliar to Akutagawa also intervened.

The two people who were stalemate in the center of the flames of war gave each other a blow with all their strength, retreated back at the same time, and looked in the direction of the sound.

The blond-haired, amber-eyed European youth in a brown fur-collared coat and trousers held his whip in his hand, leading five or six subordinates, and said with a serious expression: "If you don't stop, you and I will be next." Fight!"

Regardless of his imposing manner, expression, and the will in his eyes, he was extremely perfect. Surrounded by his subordinates, this unknown young man was full of shocking power.

Who?

Akutagawa stared at the other party, but his eyes quickly moved to the little baby standing on the shoulder of the visitor.

"[Vaulting horse] Dino, and Reborn, the son of the rainbow?" The silver-haired swordsman paused immediately, clicked his tongue in displeasure, and called out the name of the visitor.