"When I saw the principal's 'Time Zero' after so many years, he was still as unpredictable as before!" Inuyama Ga praised.
He was originally full of anger, as if he was going to end at any moment and have a life-or-death showdown with Angers, but when it came to the end, his face was as dark as water.
"Don't talk to me like that, as if it's not my word spirit but my sword." Angre smiled, "I remember you were using a seventh-level moment just now. Aga, haven't you made any progress?"
"Just ask the principal to see what we are determined to do." Inuyama He slowly squatted down, holding the knife to his side, imagining in his mind the sharp knife that could cut through Angers defense.
For this sword, he has been practicing hard for sixty-two years. Sixty-two years and millions of slashes are condensed on the blade of this sword. Even a mountain in front of him should be cut open...
He had a reason to defeat Angers. He would bet his entire life just to defeat this man. If he failed, his sixty-two years of life would become meaningless.
Ange's posture was still relaxed. Inuyama He's murderous intent grew stronger, and the sarcasm on his face became stronger.
"バカ!" Ange said suddenly.
No one expected that he would break the silence like this and spit this authentic Japanese word at Inuyama Ga like a sword.
The clear sound of swords resounded in front of Tamamo.
Eighth-level moment! Two hundred and fifty-six times the speed of the slash!
Inuyama Ga's figure disappeared, but when he reappeared, he was blocked in front of Angers. He had clearly broken through the peak of Setsuna, but this move was so fast that Iai couldn't even achieve the steps of blood revitalization, because Angers pushed him
The blade of the knife intercepted it.
The Ichimon Norimune is pressed hard against the middle of Onimaru Kunitsuna. It is the center of the blade of a sword, and it is the "eye" that defeats enemies in sword duels.
Even though Inuyama Ga's sword speed was 256 times faster, Ange could still accurately find his weakest point. He swung the sword lightly once, just once...
Inuyama turned around, turned into a shadow again, and rushed towards Angers for the second time.
Visually! Breathe in! Cut the carp's mouth! Cut it off! Cut it off!
The second round of Iai Slash, the eighth level instant, 256 times the speed of the slash!
He was resisted by Angers again.
Anger always had only one monogram out of the sheath, Nagaso Yako Tetsu always carried it on his shoulders, and played with it from time to time.
Faced with the all-out decisive battle against the eight strongest swordsmen of the Snake Qi family, it was as easy as strolling in the garden.
Does such a man really have any weaknesses? What kind of strength can defeat such a man?
The third round... the fourth round... the fifth round... Inuyama Ga flashed back and forth against Angers, each time pouring out a rainstorm of sword light towards Angers, and the sound of the knife cutting the air overlapped layer by layer.
, it sounds like a frenzy.
No one could see clearly how they waved their arms, and the knives they swung turned into a series of afterimages.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword rolled up the gold powder all over the ground. Only in the gaps where the gold powder in the sky was cut could the tracks of their swords be seen. The light of the sword almost filled the entire space around the two of them.
"Eighth-level Setsuna? That loser from the Inuyama family actually used an eighth-level Setsuna?"
"But what about the eighth level? Ah He, you are still too slow. You have already stepped into the coffin with one foot. Are you only at the eighth level? Have you only cared about having fun with your goddaughter in these sixty-two years?"
"You've practiced your swordsmanship to the core! I originally thought you would make some progress, but it seems you've only made a little progress."
"It's so sad, Ah He. He has always regarded me as a target and has been living in my shadow. He feels that he is in a desperate situation every moment..."
Angers didn't move at all, didn't even turn around, and swung the sword at the same speed, taunting and yelling meanly, "Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"
It seems that no matter how advanced Inuyama Ga's Iai is or how sharp his sword skills are, if he doesn't break through Ange's defense once, the student will always be a waste in Ange's eyes.
With the blessing of the eighth level, Inuyama He had already wielded hundreds of thousands of swords. He had already swung the sword to the point where he was a little numb, but he was still suppressed by Anger and could not move forward...
What a humiliation... Inuyama He felt as if his nerves were in pain... From sixty years ago to today, Angers has always given him humiliation.
1945, the year Japan was defeated, was also the darkest year for the Inuyama family.
After the emperor announced his unconditional surrender, the U.S. military occupied Japan, and the eight Sheki families also suffered a near-destructive blow.
The streets after the war were filled with mud. US military jeeps and pickup trucks flew by, and the water and mud on the ground splashed high onto the kimonos and paper umbrellas of pedestrians.
The American soldiers were laughing loudly in the back seat of the car and shouting curses in unintelligible English.
If they see a woman or girl they like on the street, they will abduct it without restraint and walk away amidst the angry looks of others and the screams of resistance from women.
At that time, Inuyama Ga was still an eighteen-year-old child, running up and down the street wearing the Inuyama family's kimono.
The stagnant water on the roadside would splash his wooden clogs and white socks, and the puddle filled with cherry blossom petals would always reflect the boy's hurried silhouette.
He would get up early every day, holding a few black-and-white photos drawn with paint in his arms, and run to Tokyo Port to look at the steel warships coming from the United States from a distance. He waved and introduced loudly that he was the current head of the Inuyama family.
, there is the most beautiful woman under his hands.
Inuyama Ga has persisted in such a hurry for almost a whole year.
This is the business that their Inuyama family has passed down from generation to generation. To put it mildly, they are pimps, Mama-san.
Inuyama Ga is the last remaining man of the Inuyama family.
Therefore, even if he runs and breaks his legs and shouts at the top of his lungs, he still cannot see the Inuyama family decline in his hands.
But things went against expectations. When other families saw the decline of the Inuyama family, they all put their hands into the custom industry and tried to steal the women and business of the Inuyama family.
Inuyama Ga had not received any work in the past few days, until this day.
A white battleship sailed from the junction of the sea and the sky, and its huge shadow covered the crowd gathered in Tokyo Port.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Its pitch-black fort is like a giant's arm. Standing on it, the U.S. Navy is dressed in uniform white military uniforms, condescending, with the pride of a winner on its face.
That battleship was called the USS Iowa.
A senior U.S. Navy officer with a white military cap pinned under his arm walked down the gangway, tall and handsome.
Other pimps swarmed over to him in a flattering manner, introducing in broken English that they had the youngest girl with the best figure.
Inuyama Ga also tried his best to squeeze in, but unfortunately he was too thin and couldn't squeeze in no matter how hard he squeezed.
Unexpectedly, the leading US naval officer did not agree to anyone. His eyes were searching for something in the crowd until he saw Inuyama Ga at the outermost edge.
The officer pushed aside the crowd and came straight to Inuyama Ga. He glanced at the tattoo exposed under Inuyama Ga's torn sleeves and asked calmly, "A child of the Inuyama family?"
Inuyama Ga looked up at the man who was as majestic as a general. He suddenly got the courage out of nowhere, held his head high, and said with stubbornness on his muddy face, "He is a man from the Inuyama family!"
His tone was extremely stubborn.
"A man? I don't think so." The officer sneered, "I am a mixed race from the United States. Let me tell you, the master, that the secret party's messenger is here."
"I am the current head of the Inuyama family!" Inuyama Ga said, "My name is Inuyama Ga, and I can represent the Inuyama family."
"Inuyamaga, right?" The officer leaned down, looked into Inuyamaga's clear eyes, and then straightened up, "My name is Hilbert Jean Angers. I'm here to negotiate. You can choose peace or dignity.
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There is only one choice between peace and dignity, either surrender and live by surrender, or dignity and die generously with dignity... What an extremely arrogant self-introduction, the boy who was only 18 years old at the time thought to himself.
Hilbert Jean Angers looked up at the water-washed sky, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
Inuyama Ga later learned that this man was a staff officer of the U.S. Navy and served as a lieutenant colonel. He was also a mixed race from the United States and the leader of a mixed race organization called the Secret Party.
Peace is surrender, dignity is death. Angers explained his principles of action from the first day they met.
So he became a disciple of Angers and gained strength and power, but he also received endless humiliation from then on.
But all this was done of his own free will, and he would sacrifice everything, including his life and even his dignity, for the rise of the Inuyama family.
"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!" Angers shouted, "Is it just like this? Is it just like this?"
In my memory, Angers always yelled like this.
"Too slow, Ahe! Is this your full strength? Is this the only level you can do!"
"Aga, why don't you try to chop down the old lady crossing the road? The only man left in the Inuyama family is a waste like you!"
Time and time again, words full of insults were shot like sharp arrows, followed by whippings with wooden sticks or bamboo knives.
Inuyama He roared and resisted again and again, but was knocked to the ground again and again. His body was covered with bruises, and his self-esteem was also bruised.
Hilbert Jean Angers stepped on his chest with his shiny leather boots, which seemed to crush Inuyama He's self-esteem as the last man in the Inuyama family.
In his eyes, he is just a puppy with incomplete teeth, right?
But no matter what, Anger was his teacher. This was something Inuyama He had been unwilling to admit for many years. It was precisely because of worshiping him as his teacher that the Inuyama family was revived as he wished, and was even stronger than at its peak.
Sixty percent of Japan's customs industry was taken over by the Inuyama family. Those families that had tried to divide the Inuyama family's power were running around and falling apart.
Inuyama Ga also became the first head of the Japanese branch. His power in the Snake Qihachi family even surpassed the heads of the family for a while. He had a unique voice in the Snake Qihachi family.
But you have to be careful in front of that man. He laughs at Inuyama Ga all the time and uses all the spicy words.
Inuyama He didn't dare to resist, he was too weak, and everything he had was given by Angers.
Inuyama Ga once had nothing but dignity, but now Inuyama Ga has lost all his dignity.
He seemed to have everything except his dignity, and he seemed to have lost the only thing he had.
The people of the Snake Qihachi family secretly mocked him as a dog of Angers. This weak good-for-nothing borrowed his power from the American half-breeds and commanded him in front of his compatriots.
Inuyama Ga never refutes, because this is a fact, this is his own choice, he has no choice between preserving his dignity and destroying the Inuyama family together, or abandoning his self-esteem and letting the family rise.
But to whom did he tell his pain?
Every time Angers stepped on his head and taunted him, and his eyes were level with the ground, he would think of himself being pushed down into the mud by foreigners.
Those people also stepped on Inuyama Ga's head, grabbed the territory belonging to the Inuyama family, and tore the women's kimonos.
Women who dare to resist will be severely slapped in the face, and just asking for mercy will arouse men's animal desires even more.
Until the men put on their clothes again, spat and left, the women lay on the ground, their fair skin covered with red marks, suffering silently from beginning to end, like a piece of dehydrated dead meat.
Every time at this time, Inuyama Ga would struggle to come to them with his body covered with bruises, and cover the half-clothed woman with his muddy kimono.
He was very kind to prostitutes, and it was common for him to be beaten by clients in order to gain benefits for them.
Because in his eyes, the prostitute who sells herself for money is like the second sister he doesn't want to see again, and this is the only way he can atone for his 'impossibility'."
"Ahe, life is like this. If you choose some things, you have to abandon other things." Sixty-five years ago, Angers' words before leaving echoed in my ears.
"You have power now, and the Inuyama family has risen. Things like that will never happen again."
Yes, teacher, that kind of thing will never happen again, but my dignity has also been thrown away forever...Teacher, do you know, I am angry when I am stepped on by those people, but I feel sad when I am stepped on by you.
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The rise I look forward to is that everyone in my family can live with dignity... We have risen, but we have lost our dignity forever...
You stepped on the last man of the Inuyama family and deprived him of the dignity he had left in his life.
"I don't despise gangsters, I just despise trash! Want dignity? Sure! Just knock me down!" Angers in his memory sneered in his ear.
Really, teacher? I will have dignity if I knock you down?
That year, he was eighteen years old and Angers was sixty-eight.
But he couldn't do it in the end.
Really, teacher? I will have dignity if I knock you down?
This year, he was eighty-three years old and Ange was one hundred and thirty-two years old.
So what's the result?
"I am a man of the Inuyama family!" The roar covered the clear sound of the sword.
Ninth level instant, five hundred and twelve times the speed of killing!
The eighteen-year-old boy deep in Inuyama Ga's soul spanned sixty-five years of time and space, and roared like an angry lion together with him now.
A flash of sword light shined from the scabbard, and the overlapping sword lights and sword shadows were chopped into pieces by the sword like a tsunami. The arc drawn by Onimaru Kunitsuna was as beautiful as a girl's eyebrows...