A forearm spurting blood flew into the air holding a rapier, and time seemed to be frozen here.
The assassin still maintained the thrusting posture. Kido stood in front of Omura with a firm expression, but his eyes looked very gentle, as if he was remembering and regretting something;
Omura was half sitting on the deck, with protruding eyes and a long mouth. His eyes were full of anger and horror, as if he was lamenting the loss of his companions;
Everyone around was watching the assassination in bewilderment.
Only Hechi shook his head and ran to Omura and Kido, staring at the assassins warily, and...
A leaf suddenly appeared in the middle of the field.
As early as when this group of people boarded the ship, Kazuha Sorayama discovered that something was wrong with one of them.
In fact, this person did everything flawlessly in terms of expression, movement, behavior, words and deeds. Not only did his eyes never glance in the direction of Omura, he even listened to the exchanges of people around him from time to time.
What made Kazuyo Sorayama realize something was wrong was his breathing and muscle movements.
When a normal person climbs a ladder, his breathing is inevitably heavier than before. What's more, on a high and steep cruise ship gangway, especially when boarding the deck, he will involuntarily exhale more breath.
Even if the guard in a brown suit is the most skilled in martial arts among the group, no matter how exquisite his control is, he can't escape Sorayama Kazuyo's ears.
But the assassin was always inhaling instead of exhaling. His lower abdominal muscles were tightly controlled, but the right palm holding the cane was relaxing, almost holding it empty. No matter how his body shook, his arm did not move at all.
, the cane can be stabbed in the best condition at any time.
When the gunfire rang out, this person was the only one who did not move even though Brick looked over. His peripheral vision never left Omura and the others until Hechi left the protective circle and there was a slight hole in the guard formation.
Kazuyo Sorayama could clearly hear the man taking a deep breath. His calf muscles were so bulging that they almost burst through his tailor-made trousers. He knew that the assassin was about to take action.
None of this escaped Kazuyo Sorayama's perception, but he did not warn him in words. He just quietly blocked Fukuzawa Daikichi behind him. After all, what did the life and death of those so-called big shots have to do with Kazuyo Sorayama.
However, after hearing Fukuzawa's introduction and looking at Kido, a feeling that I couldn't explain suddenly surged through my heart. Is it familiarity? Is it intimacy?
Kazuyo Sorayama didn't understand where this feeling came from. It was obviously the first time they met, and besides, he had never had any impression of the name "Kido" in the real world or in several so-called movie worlds.
So, where does this feeling come from?
When Kido stood up to block Omura's sword, he instinctively didn't want to watch the opponent die. He silently suppressed his doubts. When everyone was helpless, he disappeared, drew his sword, and appeared again. The magical skill that can cut through space once again
Revealed to the world.
"Kido!" Fukuzawa yelled from a distance and ran over, squeezing into the crowd. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Kido's clothes were only punctured and not a drop of blood was shed.
With the arrival of Fuze, everyone present came to their senses: What happened in just a moment?
"I told you just now that this is a sword that can bring chaos and bloodshed. Do you believe it?" Sorayama Kazuyo lightly shook the handle of the sword, shaking off a few traces of blood, causing the captain to let out a happy cry, and then stopped.
Returning the sword to its sheath, he stepped away from the assassin, walked to Fuze and whispered to him.
Fukuzawa Daiki nodded blankly, then shook his head, as if to say, "I hope there will be more bloodshed like this"...
At this time, the guards headed by Hechi had already searched the assassin's body, but except for the staff and knife in his hand, the assassin did not carry any weapons such as guns.
Of course, in this environment, a pistol is certainly not as sharp as a cane, especially for a master like an assassin.
It is quite inconvenient to hide a pistol on your body. It avoids the risk of being inspected at any time in certain situations. It is not conducive to concealment. The more secretly it is hidden, the more difficult it is to draw the gun;
Assassination with a pistol requires three steps: taking out the pistol from the clothes, clocking the safety, and aiming to shoot. With the stick knife, you only need to secretly turn your palm forward to stab, which not only makes the action more concealed, but also saves several times the time.
Originally, the assassin's plan was flawless, using distant gunshots to draw the attention of the guards. But when he learned that it was a false alarm and everyone was most relaxed, he decided to draw the sword.
If it weren't for Sorayama Kazuha's obstruction, the assassin could even calmly draw out his sword and kill Omura after stabbing Kido.
"I don't ask why you want to kill me, and I don't ask who sent you. I just want to know why you chose to do it now. You must not have been involved in the previous waves of assassinations." Omura patted Hechi and let him go.
He was not in a hurry to take action yet, he wanted to interrogate the assassin himself.
The assassin did not answer. He chuckled, endured the pain of breaking his arm and gritted his teeth and said: "Omura, all the samurai in the world hope you die! Not every time someone saves you, you are destined to die!"
"Oh? Come on then! If you come one, I will kill one. I want to see if I can kill you bunch of rebels." Omura didn't care about the assassin's threat and said lightly.
"Okay! Let me show you whether you will be killed first, or whether all of us Satsuma men will die first!" The assassin kept twisting his body that was being held down by the guards, and regardless of the blood spurting from his broken arm, he raised his head and shouted:
"As long as a Satsuma samurai sets a goal, he will move forward bravely. Omura, you sold the samurai at a good price for your own glory and wealth, and you still set up a trap in front of His Majesty and forced Katsumoto-sama. How can I, a Satsuma man, give up!"
"I am also a Satsuma boy..." Omura looked a little sad, as if explaining, more like talking to himself.
"Shut up, you don't deserve it! You have been blinded by the glory and wealth of Guandong." The assassin looked unwilling and yelled hatefully.
"From Kyoto to Tokyo, from Yokohama to Paris, from Munich to San Francisco, there are many people who have assassinated me. You are the closest to success, if not for this gentleman." He nodded towards Sorayama Kazuha and continued to address the assassin:
"Although you have a strong Kagoshima accent, you must not have been sent by Katsumoto. He never did such despicable things, and only the idiots from the former Edo shogunate were good at doing this."
The unremarkable Hechi in a brown suit next to Omura suddenly spoke in a low voice: "The assassin's attacks are not like those of a swordsman from a gym. Even if he is knocked to the ground, his calves are still accumulating strength and preparing to escape. Look,
The movement style is very similar to that of my old friends, are you a remnant of Yutingban?"
Kido beside him shook his head and said in a gentle and affirmative tone: "No, there is no death in his eyes. He is not that group of people. Besides, the Tokugawa family is not that stupid. No matter whether they kill me or Omura, for their current situation
There will be no change in the situation.”
"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter who it is." Omura's thick long beard trembled, he clenched his fists, stared into the assassin's eyes, and repeated again: "I am also a Satsuma man."
Facing the assassin's curled lips, Omura said with a cold face: "No matter which vassal you are from, which prince sent you, whether you are deceived or stupid in nature, what Omura decides must be implemented, samurai
This class will be ended in my hands, and the financial power of all Japan must be returned to the government! Now, you can die."
Hechi stepped forward, held the assassin's chin with one hand, pressed the back of the head with the other, and rubbed his hands without leaving any trace.
The slight sound of his neck breaking was covered by the waves. The assassin's eyes turned white and he slowly fell to the ground, dying.
Those big shots who were used to seeing life and death didn't even waste any attention on such "little things". They were chatting in low voices while Hechi took steps.
Everyone's reactions did not escape Kazuyo Sorayama's perception, but he obviously had no interest in it. Out of instinct, Kazuyo Sorayama kept staring at Hechi with interest, silently evaluating his martial arts in his heart.
This kind of person who can accurately bypass everyone's movements in a complex and small environment, and who is quite experienced in killing enemies with bare hands, is probably not a swordsman who "comes from a gym" as he calls it, but a ninja who specializes in this way.
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It seems that no matter how reformed, these ancient professions still exist... Sorayama Kazuyo thought, and couldn't help but recall his own origin. Even a hundred years later, wouldn't those ancient swordsmanship sects still be prosperous?
Perhaps the so-called "competition" and the so-called "researching ancient times" are no longer aimed at killing people and making meritorious deeds, but the inheritance of skills cannot only be erased by the reform. Those inheritances rooted in the genes of generations will not be erased, but will be replaced by another
This way continues.
The samurai class that disappeared during the Meiji Restoration did not disappear, but spread, from being an exclusive title of a certain class to a national characteristic. So that after a few decades, the entire country was coerced by certain characteristics of "samurai".
Falling into the abyss with the nation...
"Mr. Sorayama, thank you very much! If you hadn't acted righteously, I would have died today." Kind-faced Kido left the small circle of several people and bowed towards Sorayama Kazuyo.
Kazuyo Sorayama withdrew his thoughts and stared at Kido closely, as if he wanted to see something from his face, causing Hechi to immediately raise his vigilance to the highest level.
The pressure brought by Sorayama Kazuyo to him was too great. At this distance, facing Sorayama Kazuyo holding a long sword, he knew that if the other party intended to kill someone, he would not even have a chance to take out his pistol!
With the speed shown by the opponent just now, I am afraid that he and the guards will be killed in just an instant.
A few days ago, Hechi indirectly learned about Kazuyo Sorayama's power from the description of the injured student, Fukuzawa, but looking at the martial arts displayed by Sorayama Kazuha just now, he had obviously underestimated him by several levels!
This is no longer as simple as swordsmanship.
The others didn't pay attention, but he clearly saw that when the man in front of him was cutting off the assassin's arm, there was still an afterimage of this man next to Fukuzawa Daikichi!
Swordsmanship? It is clearly a divine skill!
Hechi has a big fear in his heart. The fear is not that he will be killed, which is no big deal; he is afraid that once Mr. Omura and Mr. Kido say something irritating to each other, the future of Japan will be completely ruined...
"Have I seen you somewhere? Or, have you seen me?" Kazuyo Sorayama stared into Kido's eyes, changing from his usual coldness and asked in a serious tone.
"Eh? Does Mr. Sorayama feel the same way?" Kido keenly discovered what Sorayama Kazuha was referring to. He said with some excitement: "A few days ago, when I heard Fukuzawa mention Mr. Sorayama's name, I briefly
I feel something, but I really don’t have any impression in my mind. I am very grateful to Mr. Kongshan for saving me today, but what makes me even more sure is that I have never seen Mr. Kongshan.”
"Okay, Brother Kido, this is not the place to talk. Mr. Sorayama, please go in and talk." Omura suddenly interrupted, looking at the crew members who came over to ask questions.
"That's it..." Kazuyo Sorayama was a little disappointed, and he refused Omura's invitation without hesitation: "No, that's it." After saying that, he ignored everyone's surprise and left.