"Himura-san, you are here again. The Kamogawa River is not a good place. It is said that hundreds of years ago, the nearby riverbank was the largest execution ground in Kyoto. It was unlucky." I was panting, and it took a lot of energy to find Kenshin.
, his tone couldn't help but be a bit complaining.
"The executioner will not think that the place of execution is unlucky." Kenshin slowly appeared in the shadow of the bridge pier, and his cold eyes without any fluctuation made Fan couldn't help but take a step back, smiling dryly and not knowing how to respond.
Facing this swordsman who was nearly a head shorter than him, Fan was no longer as relaxed as before.
In just one year, the young man in front of him has become the number one killer of the Choshu clan, no, the downfall of the organization in Japan. Both the importance of the target killed and the number of people killed by his sword are far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Only as the young swordsman's liaison
Only then did I realize how frightening this number is. No matter outside or inside, its name of "executioner" has gradually spread.
"A mission?" Kenshin stared coldly into Fan's eyes, his hand naturally placed on the hilt of the sword and pressed down slightly. This was the most suitable position for him to draw the sword, and it had become a habitual action deep in his bones.
"Ah, well, yes, there are two more partners, plus you and me. We have to deal with a big shot this time. The guards around us are usually not weak. Tonight is a good opportunity." Fan turned around and led the way, secretly exhaling.
With a tone of voice, he began to introduce the information about the target to be assassinated. Kenshin fell half a step behind and stepped into the opponent's shadow. His petite figure was looming, and only the long sword inserted diagonally on his waist could not be hidden.
Late at night, alleys of Nakutō, Kyoto.
The four people looked a little dim under the light of the oil-paper lanterns. In such troubled times, traveling to the moon late at night is certainly not a pleasant thing, but official duties do not depend on personal will. Officials who encounter this kind of situation will usually
Swordsmen with superb martial arts skills were selected as bodyguards, and the Shinsengumi's recent round of arrests of treacherous individuals had made Kyoto's security much calmer, so the four of them were not too nervous.
"Lord Shigekura, it's already very late. Let's walk a little faster." A young samurai walked in front holding a lantern. Although his steps were moving, the shadow of the lantern did not waver at all. If he was holding a sword, it would be terrifyingly stable.
, it can be seen that his swordsmanship skills are very good.
Hearing the slightly rude words of the young samurai, the middle-aged official named Shigekura not only did not blame him, but asked kindly: "Kiyosato, I heard about it." "Huh?" "You are getting married next month.
"Yeah." "Ha." "That beauty who was your childhood sweetheart? How happy you are!"
"Thank you." The lamp flickered, and the young warrior whispered: "But I feel a little ashamed. The world is in chaos now, but I want to start a family..."
"Haha, what nonsense are you talking about? No matter what the world is like, if you want to live a happy life, you don't need to feel ashamed." Shigekura said in a blaming tone.
Are you happy... The young warrior sighed in his heart. His fiancée is the most beautiful woman in the city. If it weren't for the fact that she and he were lovers since childhood, countless high-ranking warriors and wealthy businessmen would be vying to marry her. But because he is the second son,
Unable to inherit the family business, and not wanting his fiancée to live a hard life with him, he had no choice but to endure the pain of separation. He came to Kyoto with his swordsmanship, hoping to get an official title and a higher salary. He was appreciated by the late Shigekura-sama, and finally received a reward from the shogunate.
You can go back to your hometown and get married.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little excited, and his steps seemed to be much lighter.
Bang, a tsubaki flower simply fell from the branch, and a deep voice emerged from behind the flowers, which was very clear in the silent night: "Master Shigekura Jubei, the Secretary of the Kyoto Palace?"
Everyone was startled and stretched out their lanterns to look back. They saw a short figure approaching step by step with a long knife that was quite out of proportion to its body. The cold murderous intent caused the flames in the lantern to beat continuously.
"Now, I want to execute Heavenly Punishment." The extremely cruel words came out of Jianxin's mouth, but they were as calm as clear water. He regarded killing as drinking water. Perhaps this was his daily life.
"Assassin? Name me!" One of the guards shouted, drawing his sword. His voice was much louder than the weak figure in front of him. "Do you think you can change the world with just a sword?" Shigekura couldn't help but
He asked. "Give me your name!" The guard who shouted at the beginning shouted loudly again. Jianxin remained unmoved and continued to approach step by step.
The guard decided to take the lead. Since guarding the warehouse, he has experienced several assassinations by the fallen ronin. He has a lot of experience in dealing with these assassins. The most important thing is not to show weakness and to have the courage to attack! He holds both hands
In a few steps, he stepped in front of Kenshin's eyes. Only then did he flip his arm and raise the sword over his shoulder. He aimed at Kenshin's neck and slashed with his cassock.
Judging from the timing of raising his sword, this guard's martial arts skills are quite above the standard: a second earlier, the enemy will notice the attack intention and dodge in advance, but a second later, the opponent's knife may have hit him first, and estimate the opponent's body size
and the length of the weapon, this is exactly the moment when he exerts his greatest power.
Kenshin looked at his opponent coldly as he raised his weapon, but his sword was still unsheathed. He had encountered opponents of this level countless times. With the insight of the strongest sword-reading skills of the Feitian sword-style, no matter how skilled the opponent was in swordsmanship,
Exquisite, how powerful it is, as long as it cannot surpass itself in speed, the outcome will be death.
But how many people in this world want to surpass Kenshin who has been practicing the improved version of Yuken-style swordsmanship for ten years with his speed?
Staring coldly at this extraordinary cassock slash, Kenshin took half a step forward, raised the sword with his left hand, and with a "ding" sound, the opponent's blade hit Kenshin's pure copper sword, and Kenshin simply moved to the side.
Pressing, swinging away the opponent's weapon, using the momentum to turn his wrist, with the tail of the scabbard facing up, he gave the guard a hard blow, hitting the guard's left eye, and his eye was stabbed straight into his head. The guard let out a miserable scream and fell backwards, with a blow to his chest and abdomen.
The room is wide open!
Only then did Kenshin's sword finally come out of its sheath, and a right slash cut into the opponent's body along the waist. The soft organs could not stop the sharp attack, and half of the opponent's body was cut open from the waist. Even if this happened
When he draws his sword, it is only a matter of time before the guard in front of him dies.
But it seems that after transforming into an executioner, he always has a desire to completely destroy the opponent... Kenshin did not stop there, but pushed the back of the knife with his left palm, letting the long knife continue to cut inward, until the resistance disappeared, he picked up the knife and ran towards the target Shigekura Ju.
The soldiers left on guard.
On the same spot, the guard was left broken in two, and a few red tonka flowers floated from the flowing blood, seeming to be quietly watching the unfinished killing ahead.