The dwarf's gray lips... trembled even more violently after Kamino finished speaking.
He once again cast a look for help at his companions sitting on both sides of the cave.
But a very similar scene happened again.
Facing the dwarf's once again look for help, these people either turned a blind eye or were indifferent.
The dwarf seemed to feel despair.
With the momentum as if he was about to bite his own teeth into pieces, he tried to straighten his upper body, exerted his strength with both arms, and pulled the short knife from the left side of the abdomen to the right side of the abdomen bit by bit.
At the beginning, the dwarf could barely keep his composure and prevent himself from screaming.
But after the blade was pulled to the position of his navel, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, let out a howl that was neither human nor ghost, and his upper body fell forward again.
The rocky ground beneath him had been dyed a strange dark red by the blood dripping from his belly.
He leaned forward again, and his entire face fell into a pool of blood formed by the blood on his body.
Some of the dwarf's companions sitting on both sides of the cave couldn't bear to look at this miserable situation anymore, drooping their heads and closing their eyes.
Some looked indifferent and remained calm.
Some... looked at the dwarf who was in extreme pain with great interest, and said plausibly: "Well... the cut is beautiful... it would be even better if you could not scream out."
Feeling that he could no longer use the knife, the short man had to turn his head again and cast a look for help at Kamino, who was standing behind him.
He can no longer speak now.
The intense pain and trance of consciousness meant that he could only utter meaningless howls and moans such as "ho" and "ah" when he opened his mouth.
The dwarf's look for help was like a moth flying into a burning fire.
Looking at Kamino's unwavering indifference, the short man could only slowly retract his gaze that had almost lost any sparkle, as if he had lost his soul.
"Ho... ho...! Ho ho...!"
The knife in the dwarf's belly moved again.
Just like this... in extreme pain, he finally succeeded in pulling the dagger to his right flank...
After looking at the complete "one-word cut" on the short man's belly, Kamino nodded gently, and then pulled out the knife from his waist.
The white blade flashed.
The dwarf's head was cut off by Kamino's sword.
What Kamino used was the most standard error correction: holding the head.
There are also rules for explaining mistakes to others. You cannot cut off the entire head of a person who commits seppuku. The knife must be inserted from the back of the neck until only a little skin of the throat is connected to the body.
This kind of beheading method will make the head of the person who commits seppuku fall into his arms with only a little skin connected to the body, hence the name: head-holding.
A single slash of the knife cannot cut off the head of the person who committed seppuku. It is extremely difficult to cut the head of the person who committed seppuku with only a little bit of skin attached. Only those with extremely superb knife skills can perfectly achieve the "head holding" function.
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Therefore, not everyone can be the wrong person.
The cave became completely quiet as Kamino raised and lowered his sword.
Kamino took out his pocket paper, wiped off the blood drops on the blade of his saber, raised his head and said loudly to everyone present:
"I hope everyone can take Omae-kun as a warning!"
"Are we joining the cause of fighting the foreigners just for fun?"
"We established this anti-barbarian group together in order to kill all the barbarians who set foot on this land, as well as all the scum who helped the barbarians, and revive the style of warriors! Isn't it?!"
"I hope that from now on, there will no longer be such people who do not follow bushido."
After saying that, Kamino put the sword in his hand back into its sheath.
"...Mr. Kamino." At this time, an ugly-looking middle-aged man sitting next to Kamino asked in a deep voice, "The third assassination attempt on Tachibana Aoden failed... What are we going to do next?"
what to do?"
Kamino pondered for a moment:
"...Don't worry about that Tachibana Aoden for now."
"Let this national thief who has shamelessly worked for the Americans be free for a while longer."
"Now... we will continue to act according to the original plan."
Strands of cold light burst out from Kamino's eyes.
"The large force continues to head towards Fujisawa-juku to intercept and kill Antoine de Angoulême and his granddaughter Elodie de Angoulême!"
Kamino tilted his head and looked at a strong man sitting not far from him, who was only 1.5 meters tall but had an extremely strong build.
"Suehiro-kun, I leave this battle to you."
"This is a rare opportunity of a lifetime when a barbarian is alone. We must take the heads of these two barbarians!"
"Yes!" Suehiro's voice was so loud that it caused the dust above the cave to fall down. "Mr. Kamino, please leave this matter to me!"
At this moment, a weak voice sounded from behind Shenye:
"Um...Mr. Kamino, are we really...going to kill Antoine de Angoulême and Elodie de Angoulême?"
As soon as the voice of questioning finished, Kamino was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked behind him following the voice.
The person who asked the question was a young man who looked younger than 20 years old.
Kamino's gaze was like a huge boulder pressing on the young man's head, causing his head to hang uncontrollably.
But the young man still mustered up his courage and continued:
"Mr. Kamino...that Anthony...didn't do anything heinous in our country..."
"He buys our Japanese specialties and then resells them back to Europe. He is just doing business with us normally..."
"As for Elodie...she is only a 12-year-old child..."
"Really...are we going to kill both the grandfather and grandson?"
"...Hirota-kun, when did you have such a ridiculous idea?"
call……
A breeze blew into the cave at this moment, and the oil lamp on the rock wall swayed slightly due to the breeze.
Kamino's shadow also drifted due to the flickering of the oil lamp.
Kamino's erratic, swaying shadow pressed down on Hirota's body like a mountain.
Hirota, who began to sweat continuously on his forehead, cheeks, and back, shrank his body even smaller.
"They entered this country and set foot on the soil of this country - this alone is enough to cut them into pieces."
"Hirota-kun, I don't want to hear similar words again."
"Yes Yes……"
After giving Hirota a few more meaningful glances, Kamino looked away.
"Suehiro-kun, how are you mobilizing the muskets?"
"Mr. Kamino, it has been transported to Fujisawa-san first!"
"Well, very good." The corner of Shenye's mouth raised a hint of satisfaction, "These muskets must be treated with care. These are good things that I spent a lot of effort to purchase from that Rakshasa.
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"yes!"
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