Chapter 253 Under the blood rain [Nearly 4000 chats to apologize]
The rain started falling quietly at some point, and with the cool breeze in the April evening, people couldn't help but want to find a tavern, order a pot of soju and have a drink to warm themselves up.
The blue curtain was opened, followed by a vague and faint fragrance, and a woman wearing a pure white sleeveless dress entered the store.
She looked around apologetically at first, as if she was very embarrassed for bringing in the cold wind outside. Then she put away her oil-paper umbrella, took out her delicate hands from her arms and wiped the water stains on her hair, and then lowered her head.
He found a remote place and sat down quietly.
The diners around seemed unwilling to offend such a delicate and delicate beauty. Only at this moment did they dare to cast their unscrupulous eyes on her back and side, staring greedily at the curvature of the woman's waist and hips, secretly guessing the woman's appearance.
How could a decent girl go out drinking alone at such a late hour?
Coupled with her untied hair and the quiet fragrance of white plums, it seems that there is only one place that can produce such a woman...
A regular customer was so drunk that he couldn't help shouting: "Madam boss, madam boss, bring me another bottle of wine! The store has been open for so long, and finally a woman who can compete with you has appeared. I want to have a good drink today."
Sanai looked at the woman in surprise. Judging from her many years of experience, this woman was definitely not from a wandering background. There was no smell of dust on her body! It was more like she was hiding something with such an obvious white plum fragrance.
Carrying a tray, he put the hot soju on the table of regular customers and said angrily: "Don't scare people." Then he walked to the woman and said softly: "I'm sorry, guest, please don't be offended. He just drank too much. May I ask?
What do you want to use?”
The woman shook her head first to show that she didn't care, then opened her mouth and said in a unique cold voice: "Wine will be fine." "Wait a moment."
Sanai turned back to the kitchen, frowning and not knowing what he was thinking of writing. Kazuyo Sorayama was still busy with the work at hand, but the actions of everyone in the outer hall did not miss his perception at all, "What's wrong? There is something wrong with that woman? The shogunate
A spy?"
Sanai shook his head: "She doesn't have any martial arts skills, and she doesn't look like a wandering girl, but in today's world, she still dares to go out drinking alone on a rainy night... It feels a bit strange."
Wuzi glanced at Kazuyo Sorayama vaguely, and when he saw him nodding slightly calmly, he felt a little excited. He could go out and play again tonight...
Kenshin's mission this time was not to ambush, but to sneak into the samurai's mansion and carry out an active assassination. More than a month of rest did not make his martial arts regress. On the contrary, after launching the instant prison kill that broke the physical limit, his speed and body coordination improved.
The understanding of sex is even better! None of the several guards in the courtyard can be his enemy, and it only takes a quarter of an hour to bloodbath all the warriors in this house.
When he opened the back door to join us after dinner, this person who didn't know where he was hiding just couldn't help but admired: "You are indeed an executioner, Feimura-san! The battle was so fierce, but he was able to avoid even a single drop of blood."
The two of them walked in the alley with umbrellas open, and water splashed from their wooden clogs. Fan found that no matter how much he tried to walk lightly, there was always a feeling of being shallow and deep, but Kenshin beside him couldn't stop pacing.
The pace that is not slow but seems unusually light and regular. After a month, the other party's martial arts has improved again!
Half sighing and half awe-stricken, he praised: "He deserves to be called Battousai the executioner. In such a fierce battle, even a drop of blood did not touch Heimura-san."
Kenshin said nothing and walked silently holding an umbrella. The cold rain soaking his leggings made his ankles very uncomfortable. He just wanted to return to the base as soon as possible and change into dry clothes and rest.
"How about dropping in for a drink?" "No, I..."
"Okay, okay, then I will go to the bar to drink alone. Speaking of Himura-san, it seems that you have never participated in the exchange activities in the organization. Except for Mr. Gui, everyone else is afraid of you. Do you think about it?
,Goodbye."
Kenshin didn't want to have much contact with this contact person that he had been with for a year except for tasks. In fact, it was not easy for Kenshin to be provoked by fans from time to time.
The completely closed heart can only slightly release the warmth and tenderness hidden in the nature when meeting old friends and seniors like Katsura Kogoro and Sorayama Kazuha.
At the corner, there was a thick mass of darkness that could not be broken away. When the rain hit it, it seemed to disappear out of thin air. It seemed to be hiding a vicious beast that devoured everything. As the sword center got closer and closer, the beast suddenly revealed its fangs.
In the cold light, a long knife tied with an iron chain flew out and cut through the rain curtain, heading straight for the door facing Jianxin.
With the rain curtain and umbrella leaves blocking his vision, Kenshin did not notice the sneak attack immediately, but he still turned sideways based on his feeling. The long knife flashed sharply and cut the umbrella in half against his cheek. The attacker never expected it.
Using this small trick to achieve his goal, seeing that he was easily dodged, he immediately pulled back his weapon to block Kenshin's path.
"The Shinsengumi? No, like me, they are assassins hiding in the darkness." Kenshin leaned forward slightly, holding the hilt of the sword and looking at his opponent intently: bald and masked, his stocky figure that was almost half as wide as his own looked powerful.
Not weak; holding two long knives, the handles were tied together by an iron chain of astonishing length.
Chain knife? This is the first time Kenshin has been attacked by other types of weapons besides swords and guns. However, no matter how strange the weapon is, there is only one criterion: whether it uses a sharp edge to kill people. If so, the response is also very simple: don't
Let Fengrui hurt yourself. It's easy to say, but it's easier said than done!
Human beings have developed for thousands of years, and the basic logic of any martial arts is how to effectively injure the enemy and how not to be injured by the enemy. The schools that can be passed down have a set of effective core methods, just like this chain knife, the opposite
The assassin obviously possesses some kind of secret skill, otherwise it would be very easy to hurt himself with a soft weapon with sharp weapons on both ends.
Kenshin activated the reading move, and his vigilance was already raised to the extreme. He was not in his best condition now. Not only was he physically exhausted, but his leg injury that had not fully recovered also prevented him from taking advantage of his speed. In addition, he did not know if he had only
When one person ambushes, at this time, defensive counterattack is the best response strategy.
It is obviously impossible to wield a pair of swords in close combat by dragging a heavy chain, and the alley in the dark is not suitable for such a long weapon at all, so...
He didn't keep him waiting for long. The opponent threw the long sword in his right hand with all his strength, but Kenshin easily knocked it away. The masked assassin followed the huge inertia driven by the chain and backhanded him in a strange posture.
Holding the sword, the sword cuts the heart, chest and abdomen flatly, and the attack rhythm is extremely closely connected.
However, trying to damage the sword's heart with a move of this level was just a dream. He didn't take a step back, dodged the attack with just his body skills, and quickly raised his sword to counterattack. The opponent in front of him held a sword in one hand and an iron chain in the other, raised high above his head.
Block attacks.
In the career of an assassin, since he has successfully mastered the secret art of chain knife, there have been very few opponents who can dodge his two consecutive attacks. What's more, the sword skill is not the most terrifying aspect of this martial art. The biggest role of the chain is
Nor is it about defending and injuring the enemy.
I saw him raise the sword in a strange wide range and flash it a few times. Of course, it is impossible to attack the center of the sword from such a distance, but his purpose is not to use the sword directly.
Under Kenshin's vigilant gaze, he stepped on the wall with his feet and flew upside down to the roof of a low room. With a shake of his hand, the iron chain surrounding Kenshin's body tightened instantly. At this moment, he wanted to escape.
It was too late to break the entanglement, Kenshin only had time to free one of his left arms from the restraints, and then it was tightly trapped by the iron chain, and even the right hand holding the long sword could not move at all.
The two people who were fighting fiercely did not realize that a beautiful woman in white was holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking softly and alone in this alley, and the end point was their battlefield at this time...
Looking at the futile struggle of Kenshin, the masked assassin's eyes showed bloodthirsty excitement. His core strength was obviously incomparable to his thin opponent. No matter how powerful the swordsman was, he was in such a situation where he could neither dodge nor draw his sword.
There is only one way to die! This is the assassin’s biggest trump card!
"Batōsai, die!" The assassin screamed ferociously in his heart, using force in his hand, he pulled Kenshin to stagger. With this force, the assassin fell from the sky and stabbed Kenshin's chest with the chain knife in his hand.
"Idiot, there is no flawless swordsmanship in this world, only flawless swordsmen! I originally thought that the flying sword style was invincible. It wasn't until I competed with Kongshan for the first time that I understood this truth. These words were spoken by him himself
What he told me. Even his wonderful mysteries of Kongshan Ryu have flaws, and this is something Kongshan himself admits."
"Stupid disciple! I remember what I told you. Don't forcefully attack when you are weaker than your opponent. You must learn to offload and leverage your strength to attack. Now I control my strength to a level that is even weaker than yours. Remember.
Stop my movements.”…
At the moment when he was about to be penetrated through the chest, Kenshin unconsciously recalled some moments when his master Seijuro Hiko taught him. He stared coldly into the assassin's eyes, clearly conveying a kind of disdain: Maybe
I can't do anything if you don't attack me, but since you are dragging your heavy body and flying in the air...your whole body is full of flaws, so you are destined to be the one who dies!
The movable left hand grabbed the iron chain hanging on the side of the body and tugged. With the backhand, he held the long knife that the opponent threw at the beginning. He did not use his stomach to exert force, but pushed along with the opponent's strength.
With the knife and spatula, the sliding knife is close to the body, the tip of the knife is upright, and the direction of the knife blade is pointed at the assassin, grazing the incoming knife edge and cutting towards the opponent's top door.
He only had time to let out a muffled grunt before he died. The assassin's forehead hit the blade of his own long knife. The inertia falling from the sky caused him to be cut into equal lengths from head to crotch by the erected blade.
Two pieces, until the moment of death, the assassin did not understand that the other party did not and had no chance to use the moves for which he was famous. Even so, why did he die so easily?
As expected of Battosai... Perhaps, this should be the last thought of the masked assassin before his death...
The sprayed blood mixed with the rain, causing a veritable rain of blood to fall around the area, dyeing everything around him blood red, including Kenshin and the woman in white who was walking slowly just now. Kenshin knelt down on one knee.
Breathing heavily, he let the rain of blood fall on his body. After the hot sweat all over his body cooled down, he was left with nothing but a bone-chilling coldness. Only he knew the dangers of that stop just now. He had not yet healed his injuries and had never encountered them after repeated battles.
All the opponents who had been here, together, made him almost die here, and he was already exhausted at this time.
Huh? There was a fragrance coming from the blood. This is the fragrance of white plum... Kenshin couldn't help but think of this smell from the deepest part of his memory. It was a very, very long time ago. It could be said that it was the first time that it changed his destiny.
.
He suddenly raised his head!
Skin that is fairer than a pair of pure white sleeves, cherry lips that are redder than scattered blood, and... a fragrance that is clearer than in memory...
He stood up slowly and opened his eyes wide, staring at the woman in front of him in confusion. For some reason, blood gushed out from the wound on his cheek again, and connected with the rain along his chin. The hand holding the saber could not help but curl up.
The woman's eyes didn't dodge in any way, as if there was no focus. Kenshin could see the bloody stumps on the ground from the other's pure pupils, as well as himself who was somewhat at a loss for some reason.
"You...really..." The woman's gaze looked up from bottom to top, finally settling on Kenshin's cheek with blood flowing down her face, "Can you summon... a bloody storm..."