I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 66: Whether I kill you or not is my business, but if I don’t forgive me, it’s a Buddha’s business

The moment Kazuma touched the hilt, he felt the monogram on the hilt.

——It's really a "one word".

This is the first time I've ever seen a Bizen long ship with a character pattern.

At the moment of holding the knife, He Ma had a wonderful feeling, especially the sound of the thin blade vibrating, which made his ears feel very comfortable.

Although there are many enemies right now, Kazuma doesn't think he will lose at all after hearing this reassuring beep.

Why do you feel this way?

Hema doesn't know, and doesn't bother to investigate.

He only knew that he had a knife in his hand, one to cut one, two to cut a pair.

He waited for the enemy to move first, in order to avoid a rash attack.

Masaaki Tsuda shouted: "What are you afraid of! There are so many of us! Give it to me!"

At this time, He Ma's vision had almost adapted to the darkness, and he saw the new group of trash fish looking at each other.

Immediately afterwards, one of them screamed strangely as if he was going out of his way.

As if infected by this person, there were several other delinquent teenagers screaming and screaming, and then waving weapons in their hands randomly and rushing towards Kazuma from several directions.

He and the horse moved a little—this was adjusting the distance by feeling, and then he swung the cassock cut.

Just like the swordsmen in the sword and halberd movie, when they killed the soldiers, the light of the swords and the horses swept over everyone who rushed over, and they were at a distance.

Anyone who plays **** strikes knows that the situation where one knife passes over two people actually requires a master and a famous knife. Human bones are very hard.

Therefore, in the real sword and halberd films, there are very few scenes where one knife passes through two halves—there is, but it is usually the treatment of big bosses.

In the battle of miscellaneous soldiers, it is all over with a light stroke on the vital artery.

This is also the style of play of the real swordsmen in history.

With the shallowest wound, it is directly fatal.

What is important is a perfect control of the distance and the precision of the knife.

After sweeping this cassock cut with Ma, I feel that I have performed well.

From the feel, everyone should have swept it, but everyone didn't cut it very deeply.

The next moment, the light of lightning flashed outside the window, and the electric light on the third floor unexpectedly recovered for a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, the delinquents who had just been swept away by Ma Na and slowed their pace suddenly found that the extra wound on their arm was bleeding.

Then the group of people threw away their weapons, covered their wounds, and cried.

He Ma glanced at everyone's wounds and was a little surprised. He just scratched at the key point of the hand he was aiming at. Even if one or two missed, everyone else should have their pulses cut.

But in fact, the wounds of this group of people are all in the insignificant position of the forearm.

Missed?

He Ma frowned, Quan was embarrassed because he had little experience with real knives.

When the lights go down, the wailing guys look like they're dancing around.

He took a step forward with the horse—yes, just one step, everyone quieted down and moved away from him.

The Bizen Nagboat Ichizumi in his hand still reflects a glimmer of light from somewhere - Kazuma even suspects that the sword itself emits fluorescence.

But that's not right. When I didn't pull the knife off the bench, the knife didn't light up.

And the beeping noise that's been there all the time.

I have heard a saying in my life that the buzzing sound of lightsabers wielding in Star Wars actually comes from the so-called knife call: when the peerless magic weapon is used by the right swordsman, there will be this buzzing sound. A vibrato like resonance.

Kazuma in his previous life must have thought that any knife sound was bullshit, but this world is different.

Hema took another step forward, and the minions backed away from Hema like Moses divided the sea.

Tsuda Masaki shouted hoarsely: "What are you running for? Have a bit of arrogance! Don't you have a steel pipe in your hands? No matter how powerful his knife is, he can't cut the steel pipe, right? Give it to me!"

As he spoke, Tsuda Masaki picked up a square stool and threw it at Kazuma.

The moment Kazuma saw him raise the stool to throw, he raised the knife and assumed the stance of the previous attack.

The moment the stool was thrown over, he seized the opportunity to activate the second couplet!

After two clean slashes, the seat of the stool was evenly cut into three pieces.

The force of the simultaneous slashes changed the stool's flying posture, causing the three-piece stool to completely miss Kazuma and fall behind him.

"Why do you do magic?" Tsuda Masaki was hysterical, "Cut stools? Huh? Cut stools??"

Kazuma didn't answer, and walked towards Tsuda Masaki step by step.

The delinquent boys who were originally blocked between Kazuma and Tsuda Masaki all retreated to the corner, crowding near the door they had just rushed in.

"Tsuda Masaki, if you don't die here today, our brothers and sisters will not have a happy birthday. So please die." He Ma said calmly, as if announcing a matter of course.

Tsuda Masaki suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahaha! Do you think you won? Do you actually think that you can easily win the extreme way?"

Before he finished speaking, he swooped towards the desk not far from him—

Kazuma realizes that Masaaki Tsuda's trump card for turning things around is at his desk!

He dashed forward, unexpectedly Tsuda Masaki turned around and rushed towards the chest of drawers in the corner.

He Ma immediately changed direction and chased after him!

"It's too late!" Masaaki Tsuda shouted, and at the same time pulled out a US military M1911 pistol from the middle floor of the chest of drawers...

"Die!" Masaaki Tsuda shouted!

He Ma knows that no matter how fast a person is, they can't be faster than a bullet.

However, a person can move faster than the muzzle of a gun.

Just dodge the muzzle before the bullet fires!

For the current Kazuma, this is not difficult, especially when the distance is less than four meters.

Two consecutive shots were fired. The first bullet shattered the decorative china hanging on the wall, and the second hit the table—

But it just didn't hit and the horse.

He and Ma made a zig-zag, dodging the aim of the muzzle, and slashed the pistol grip before Masaki Tsuda pulled the trigger a third time.

Tsuda Masaki let out a scream like killing a pig.

The pistol fell to the ground with a bang, and Masaki Tsuda's fingers were still glued to the grip.

"My hand!" Tsuda Masaki yelled tragically, holding his hand.

Kazuma raised the long sword in his hand, ready to cut off the head of Tsuda Masaki with precision.

"Wait a minute!" Tsuda Masaki, who was still wailing just now, shouted, "Once you kill someone, you can't go back! Whether it is Tokyo University or the Metropolitan Police Department, the future you planned will be with you forever. Say goodbye! And you will go to the squatting room, and the lawyers of Kanto United will definitely send you to the squatting room!"

Kazuma's hand stopped in midair.

Tsuda Masaki laughed: "Hahaha, that's right! Unless you want to step into the abyss called Jidao, you can't kill me! You can only beat me and cut off a few of my fingers. , and let me go!"

And Ma clenched the knife in his hand.

At this moment, a scene like the **** of Avici suddenly unfolded in front of him. He saw that he was dressed in extremist attire, and there was a dragon tattooed on his back. poor guy.

He saw that Chiyoko first became an **** girl, and then became a mother-sang. He was heartbroken by the extreme man who appeared out of nowhere, and finally died tragically in the fire.

He saw that Mikako was married to a wild species from nowhere.

This **** scene gives Kazuma thousands of reasons to put down the butcher's knife.

But he didn't.

So what?

Choosing to kill here means embarking on the path of Shura and bringing pain to the world.

But at least, he and Chiyoko can get a short period of peace.

Next, if there is another threat to this tranquility, he will continue to cut it until he is gone and has no return.

Such a choice is definitely not good.

Even the Bizen Long Ship in Kazuma's hands is authentic, and it no longer makes the sound of the sword. It should be because it is a kind-hearted sword, right? The cassock cut just now avoided the key point, and it really was the reason for the knife, right?

Even so, Kazuma still decided to swing the sword——

He knew that he would step into a world of extreme evil and injustice, and he turned his last nostalgia for goodness into three words:

South

None

Three

The long knife is raised—

At this moment, the gun went off.

In the center of Tsuda Masaki's forehead, there was a **** bullet hole instantly.

He Ma quickly stopped the blade that was about to be chopped off ~IndoMTL.com~ and turned to look at the direction of the gunfire.

Detective Shiratori did not know when he got into the third floor through the iron gate where the bad boys rushed to help. He held a Japanese police standard pistol in one hand and a police manual in the other hand that was used as a shooting bracket. Just turned to the page with the chrysanthemum pattern.

"The Metropolitan Police Department! Police!" Shiratori Detective yelled.

The next moment, the lighting in the entire room is restored.

"Oh, yes, it's going to be repaired quickly." Detective Shiratori looked at the fluorescent lamp, then turned to the detective Takayama behind him and said, "Takayama-kun, please!"

The Gaoshan police officer pushed aside the stunned delinquent teenagers, came to Hema, glanced at Hema, and while wearing plastic gloves for evidence collection, he said, "It's amazing, you are an 80-year-old when you dismantle the group by yourself. The new legend of the age."

Having said that, with his gloved hand, he took a look at the pistol that Masaki Tsuda had used.

"The criminal has a deadly weapon and has the intention to use it. The Shiratori Police Department is in self-defense." After Takayama Detective finished speaking, he closed the safety of the pistol and put it into the evidence bag.

Detective Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief, put away the pistol, and said to the iron gate: "Come in! Take all these bad boys away! Treat the injured."

So a large number of police officers in uniforms poured into the room.

Detective Shiratori confirmed that his subordinates were starting to work, and turned his eyes back to Kazuma: "Young man, did you know? We could have captured this guy back and made good use of the time when we could legally detain him to ask some questions about our feelings. Interesting information. Because of you, he died and our leads were cut off.

"Thank me well, next time no one will drag you back from the gate of Avici Hell. Since you have decided to take the right path, give me the perseverance to go to the end, bastard!"