Chapter 152 You traitor! How can you be rude to His Majesty the King!8400
None of Itakura Hirahiko's four bodyguards were spared. At this moment, they were all turned into dead bodies on the ground.
An eerie silence enveloped the entire place, and the sound of rapid breathing dominated the street, which was neither long nor short.
After about 5 seconds, the surprised emotions turned into sounds one by one.
"You actually won?"
"This warrior wearing a hat is really a master!"
"Hirata-kun, have you seen the hat warrior's moves? His moves are so decisive and ruthless... This man is definitely a top-notch master who has experienced hundreds of battles!"
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If one had to say which group of people in the arena had the funniest and most interesting expression changes at this time... it was definitely Itakura Hirahiko and Gunru.
They all looked like they had seen a ghost now.
"He, he won...?" A certain Confucian scholar swallowed hard.
For the Confucian scholars, if Qingdeng had just beaten them to the ground, then they wouldn't be so shocked.
After all, they are disciples of the sage who study sagely books every day, not reckless men who specialize in wielding swords and guns.
Therefore, even if Qingdeng kills them instantly, they still have a lot of reasons to justify their embarrassing behavior——
This beast wearing a bamboo hat is nothing special! He can only bully people like us who are not good at martial arts! If he meets a real martial arts master, he will definitely be beaten to pieces!
As of now, they can still use such rhetoric to achieve spiritual victory.
But now, no matter how much they try to make up for their views, no matter how much they deceive themselves, they can no longer continue to "win".
Saichiro and others who were hired by Itakura Hirahiko were masters of swordsmanship and had many lives on their hands! The four of them came together, but they were not the ones wearing hats.
Male rival?
Look at the man in the hat again - the fight just now seemed very fierce at first glance, but now if you look closely at the man in the hat's body, you can find that not only did the man in the hat not suffer any injuries, he didn't even sweat or breathe.
Didn't show any signs of urgency.
It can be seen that until Zuichiro and others died, none of the attacks they made posed any major threat to Qingneng... They may not have forced Qingneng to use his full strength!
Such strength... is really terrifying!
For a time, many Confucian scholars shuddered unconsciously.
Under the incredulous look in everyone's eyes, Aomori slowly turned his head and looked directly into Itakura Hirahiko's eyes - now Itakura Hirahiko shuddered.
I saw this big fat man lowering his eyes subconsciously, not daring to look at Qingdeng. His face turned blue and pale at one time.
He really didn't expect that the capable men he had hired with so much money, and who had helped him deal with many people who wanted to kill him, people who offended him, and people he disliked over the years, would be defeated miserably by the sword of this man in a hat.
Down!
This person's skills are truly terrifying!
Such ability, even in the hidden dragon and crouching tiger world of Edo martial arts, is enough to make a name for yourself and leave a place for you!
Qingdeng's power is certainly astonishing.
But obviously, from Hirahiko Itakura's point of view, now is not the time to lament Aomori's extraordinary skills!
All the bodyguards were defeated by Aomori... In other words, now there is no one around Itakura Hirahiko who can stand up to protect him!
In an instant, the fear was like a water-soaked rag, tightly wrapping Itakura Hirahiko's fat body, dragging Itakura Hirahiko's body to the point where it was extremely heavy, heavy, cold, and difficult to move.
What will this guy wearing a bamboo hat do to me? Will he kill me? No! Probably not! I am Ruonian's son, and there is no way he would have the guts to do anything to me! But, but...
...No! This guy is a madman! He just punched me! God knows what he will do to me next!
The more Itakura Hirahiko thought about it, the more he felt panicked. His two thick and short fat legs gradually became uncontrollably weak and swayed, and his fat body swayed along with it.
At this moment, a series of dense footsteps approaching from far to near at a fast speed suddenly sounded from outside the crowd of onlookers.
Along with the sound of rushing footsteps, there was also a rude and rude shout:
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Let us pass!"
There were sounds of pushing, screaming, and yelling, just like a vegetable market in the evening.
"Tsk! Push... uh...!" Some of the people who were pushed wanted to turn around and curse, but after seeing clearly who the visitors were, they closed their mouths one after another.
This group of uninvited guests who suddenly appeared were all armed with spears, long ladders and other fishing equipment - they were the officials of our own division.
Almost 20 minutes have passed since Qingdeng started fighting with the Confucian scholars.
Such a long time has passed, and the gang of errands have only arrived belatedly at this time - which is in line with their own urine.
Whenever there is a dispute on the streets, our own officials are always late. This is mainly due to two reasons.
On the one hand, this is because the communication methods of this era are not developed enough and there are no portable technological devices such as BB machines and mobile phones.
It always takes a while for someone to go to a nearby station to report the incident, to then to the internal station to assemble good personnel and rush to the scene of the incident.
The other reason... is rather dark.
If it were just common people fighting with common people, that would be okay.
The common people rarely have any decent weapons in their hands. At most, they can pull out their swords, brooms, and poles.
Moreover, the common people generally do not understand martial arts, so they allow their own officers, who have the equipment and numerical superiority, to do whatever they want.
But that's not the case with warriors...
Two or more warriors were slashing at each other with bright swords, and some even brought out ancestral spears, naginata, bows and arrows and other heavy weapons. One of them might be a highly skilled martial arts master.
How to persuade this kind of argument...?
How to resolve a dispute of this level?
You only have about ten pieces of silver a month, what are you doing with your life?
As a result, many local officials, after learning that another street fight occurred, would often slow down and deliberately go to the scene of the incident slowly.
For those who are interested in fishing, the most pleasant thing to see is that by the time they arrive at the scene of the incident, the brawlers are tired and have even dispersed and left.
If you can encounter such a situation, that would be great!
Whether this group of officials who have only appeared in front of Qingdeng until now is "involuntarily driven by force majeure" or whether they are "having ulterior motives and deliberately dilly-dallying and procrastinating" - I'm afraid only they themselves know the truth.
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"Get out of the way! I'm telling you all to get out of the way! Do your own work! Others are waiting to get out of the way!"
A fat middle-aged man whose hair and short beard were mostly white, whirred and waved an unsheathed wakizashi in his hand.
He was the leader of this group of officials who suddenly appeared.
Looking at this short, fat middle-aged man, Itakura Hirahiko's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Ah, isn't this Kisaburo? Long time no see!"
"Huh?" The short, fat middle-aged man who was called "Kisaburo" by Itakura Hirahiko was stunned for a moment when he heard Itakura Hirahiko's voice, and then shouted in surprise, "Itakura-sama!"
The neighborhood at the foot of Qingto is one of the places where Itakura Hirahiko often visits.
For Itakura Hirahiko, who has a mean temperament and is arrogant and domineering based on his family's power, conflicts with others are just a common occurrence.
Otherwise, he would not ask the highly skilled Zuichiro and others to protect him personally.
The reason why Itakura Hirahiko was able to escape from all the disputes was because of nothing more than money and power.
Many times, Tsumugi needed Itakura Hirahiko to use the family power behind him. He only spent a little money to bribe the officials of his own division and the execution office, and the matter was settled smoothly.
Therefore, after going back and forth, Itakura Hirahiko unknowingly became familiar with the local officials in the area where he often visited.
Especially this Kisaburo.
He received a lot of bribes from Itakura Hirahiko.
Seeing that the God of Wealth, whom he could never afford to offend, was here, Kisaburo did not dare to neglect him. He quickly made a shy face and quickly ran to Itakura Hirahiko in three steps and two steps at a time, and said with an apologetic smile:
"Lord Itakura, why are you here? What... happened?"
Because he was busy greeting Itakura Hirahiko, Kisaburo was slow to react and realized that the scene around him was simply terrifying!
The blood dripping from the corpses of Saichiro and others dyed the compacted yellow mud road beneath them into a disgusting purple-black color.
The pungent smell of blood makes people feel dizzy.
"Kisaburo, you came just in time!"
As Itakura Hirahiko spoke, his face dropped, showing an expression of grief.
"Kisaburo, arrest this thug quickly!"
Itakura Hirahiko's halberd refers to Qingden.
"He first bullied my friends, and then beat me for no reason. My bodyguards were afraid that this thug would do further excessive things and stepped forward to protect me. But the result? Look at the result! The bodyguards who have been accompanying me for many years
They were all killed by this beast!"
Hirahiko Itakura has quite a bit of acting talent.
The expression is vivid, the body language is rich, and the emotions contained in the conversation are very rich.
If the onlookers around him didn't know all about the dispute between him and Qingdeng, they might have been deceived by his rhetoric.
Suddenly, a bunch of disdainful eyes fell on Itakura Hirahiko.
The owners of these eyes seemed to be saying: It’s a shame you can tell lies with your eyes open!
What thugs! You were clearly the one who started the trouble!
It was the group of Confucian scholars who were too self-aware to find trouble with Qingdeng, and they were also the first to resort to violence.
As for Itakura Hirahiko, forget about it.
He harassed Tianzhangyuan in public, and on top of that, he made obscene remarks to belittle Tianzhangyuan.
After doing such a thing, he was just punched by someone, which was considered to be a magnanimous person.
As for killing Zuichiro and others, this move was completely a reasonable defense for Qingto.
Itakura Hirahiko wildly threatened to cut off both of Aoto's arms to vent his hatred, and Saichiro and others also faithfully fulfilled Itakura Hirahiko's request. Every knife he slashed at Aoto could easily cause disability.
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Since you want to harm others, you must be mentally prepared to be harmed by others. Only those who are prepared to be hacked can be qualified to hold a sword - this was the mainstream value of the Edo period.
In terms of both emotion and reason, Aoshinobu had nothing to criticize about the various actions done by Itakura Hirahiko and his team.
However... even though the onlookers around them all knew the truth of the matter, no one dared to step forward and speak for Qingdeng...
"What?" After listening to Itakura Hirahiko's explanation, Kisaburo's expression changed drastically.
Immediately afterwards, he waved his hands vigorously towards the subordinates behind him without thinking, and shouted angrily:
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you arrest this thug quickly!"
Kisaburo gave the order in a tough tone, and the officials did not dare to disobey.
Crash, clatter, clatter... there was a loud sound of footsteps and the collision of equipment.
With extremely skilled movements, more than a dozen officials formed a square formation that surrounded Qingdeng.
Four officials holding long ladders stood at the forefront of the formation. They put the wide long ladders in their hands together end to end to form the four sides of the square array.
A prong that can resist the prisoner's body and prevent him from moving; it is shaped like a "T" and can trip the prisoner's feet, and can also withstand the protrusion of the weapon in the prisoner's hand; there is a prong covered with barbs at the top.
Sleeve hooks that can entangle the prisoner's clothes and make it difficult for the prisoner to escape - a group of officers holding these three catching tools stand behind the "ladder man" and extend the spears, forks and other sticks through the pedals of the long ladder.
The gap between them points directly to Qingdeng, who is surrounded in the center of the formation.
It can be attacked or defended, making it impossible for prisoners to escape... This simple but extremely lethal square formation was the "capture array" most commonly used by security officers in the Edo period.
It is basically impossible for ordinary people to escape from this formation.
Let alone ordinary people, even a martial arts master like Qing Deng who has experienced hundreds of battles may not be able to escape from this formation unscathed.
Surrounded by long ladders that hinder movement, in front of them are more than a dozen long soldiers with extremely complementary functions... Looking across Edo, which has a population of one million, there are probably less than a hundred people who can completely ignore this formation.
Tokugawa Iemo and Tenshoin's faces darkened when they saw Qingnobo encountering a new crisis. Mother and son turned to look at Yae at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding, and cast a solemn look at Yae.
Although both of them remained silent, what they wanted to say to Yae was beyond words.
Yae nodded silently, then silently lowered his body weight, slightly bent the fingers of his hands, and clasped the delicate jade toes wrapped in cute white socks a few times, ready to rush forward to support Qingden if the situation went wrong.
preparation.
"..." Tokugawa Iemo raised his head and gaze, looking at the direction that Sashige had just left, the expression on his face was unpredictable.
Tianzhangyuan and others were busy preparing for a war with their own officials...Under this situation, Qingdeng, who was in the center of the whirlpool, was quite calm and composed.
He first took a deep look at Kisaburo, then hoarsely said slowly in a disguised deep male voice:
"Sir, you just listened to other people's words and then started arresting people... It's too hasty and irresponsible, isn't it?"
As soon as Qingto finished speaking, Kisaburo seemed to have heard some Coca-Cola joke. He grinned slightly at first, and then burst into laughter unable to restrain himself.
"You are standing among the dead, with a knife still dripping blood in your hand. There are all witnesses and material evidence. What else can you say? I can't say anything until you accompany us to the execution center.
Bar!"
One party is Wakato's son, and the other party is an ordinary samurai dressed in traveler's attire and ordinary clothes - which party should we prefer? Which dialect should we follow? For this question, Kisaburo didn't even hesitate for a second and chose his own.
Answer: Stand firmly with Itakura Hirahiko!
Although I don’t know who this samurai wearing a hat is, but what does that mean?
Regardless of the fact that this man in a hat looks like an ordinary stranger from other places, even though he may have some status and background, Kisaburo is not afraid at all.
No matter how high his status is, can his family background be more prominent than that of Itakura Hirahiko?
No matter how much background you have, how can you beat the odds of having an employed family member?
Kisaburo's little calculation was very clear - he decided that sharing the joys and sorrows with Itakura Hirahiko would never go wrong!
"Hey! Why are you holding still!" Kisaburo urged his subordinates loudly, with a tone that was partly impatient and partly puzzled.
The arrival of Kisaburo and others changed the situation suddenly.
Many spectators at the scene were sighing and feeling deep sympathy for Qingdeng's tragic experience... No matter how skilled he is, he can't beat money and power after all...
I saw Itakura Hirahiko return to his arrogant and arrogant face.
The rapid transformation of great joy and great sorrow made Itakura Hirahiko feel as if he were in heaven.
Recalling just now, he was so scared that he almost collapsed on the ground because he was afraid of Qingdeng's revenge.
But now, all the fear on his fat face has disappeared, leaving no trace behind.
With a victor's attitude, he cast a teasing and provocative look at Qingden.
Isn’t your swordsmanship very powerful? If you have the guts, attack the officers of your own division! If you have the courage, come and challenge the power of the shogunate behind the officers - Itakura Hirahiko’s eyes are clear
This message was clearly sent to Qingdeng.
Injuring or killing the law enforcement officers of the shogunate... this is a serious crime among serious crimes!
Once this abominable man in a hat is captured and taken to the prison, that will be his home court, Hirahiko Itakura! He has ten thousand ways to torture this man until life is worse than death!
Itakura Hirahiko, who thought he had a chance to win, felt extremely comfortable. The bad energy accumulated in his chest was gone, and even the face injured by Aoto no longer hurt.
In order to express the joyful emotions in his heart, Itakura Hirahiko raised his chin, pointed his nostrils at Aoto, put on a preacher's face, and said to Aoto Yuyu arrogantly:
"Boy, your swordsmanship is indeed very superb, but just being good at swordsmanship is not enough to allow you to run rampant and do whatever you want in Edo."
His inner sense of superiority swelled to the point of almost bursting, and the more he talked, the more comfortable he felt. Finally, he leaned back as if he was slumped, and his nostrils were almost pointing to the sky.
Almost everyone at the scene now believes that this dispute over criticism of corrupt Confucianism has been settled. Hirahiko Itakura, who possesses huge amounts of money, power and resources, has won a great victory.
But at this moment...some weird noises slowly came from all around.
The first people to make this unusual noise were the officers who were surrounding Qingdeng.
"hiss……!"
"Ah, ah! Yes, it's him!"
"Quick! Put all the guys in your hands quickly!"
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The officials were noisy and horrified while hurriedly collecting the fishing gear.
A large formation to capture people will be destroyed if not attacked.
Looking at this scene, Itakura Hirahiko, Kisaburo and the furu were all dumbfounded.
"Bastard!" Kisaburo said angrily, "Who allowed you to collect weapons! Why? Do you want to rebel?"
"S-Sir!" A certain police officer replied with a pale face and tremblingly, "He, he is..."
As soon as the little officer finished his words, a cry of astonishment rang out from the crowd of onlookers around him, finishing what he said next:
"Hey! Look! That person... seems to be Niou!"
One stone stirs up thousands of waves.
Some people either followed the sound casually or looked at Qingdeng in disbelief.
Soon, their originally confused and confused expressions quickly dissipated.
Instead, there were expressions of shock and astonishment.
In an instant, the uproar spread like ripples.
Soon, a chain reaction started.
More and more people are affected and turn to see Qingdeng.
Then, the expressions on their faces were dominated by strong shock at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hey! It's really Niou!"
"What? Did you read that correctly? Is that samurai wearing a hat really the Nioh?"
"Yeah! I can't be wrong! I was lucky enough to meet Nioh! That person is indeed the 'Nioh' Tachibana Aoden!"
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——As expected, it is impossible to hide it any longer...
Qingdeng raised his eyes, dumbfounded, and glanced at the large gap in the bamboo hat above his head.
The bamboo hat chopped off by Saichiro is like a severely damaged mask.
Just by looking carefully, you can roughly see Qingdeng's face.
I wanted to keep hiding my identity, but the current conditions no longer allow me to do so. Now that the hat has been torn and my identity has been revealed... I don't pretend anymore, I am Niou, I show my cards!
Aoto took off the bamboo hat on his head - at this moment, Itakura Hirahiko and his party... one by one, all looked ugly as if they had accidentally eaten a fly. At the same time, their faces changed.
It was extremely white, as if I had seen some terrifying monster.
"Kisaburo, I remember you." Qingdeng took out the pocket paper from the inside of his clothes and wiped off the blood on the knife in his palm. He slowly said to Kisaburo slowly, "Looking back at the beginning, you eagerly rode in front of me.
, greetings and greetings. Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for ten days, you have grown up. You dare to yell at me and speak rudely to me. "
Qingto and Kisaburo still have some connection.
When Aoden was still a member of the "Sanchai" of the training center, Kisaburo was half of his subordinates.
One of the daily tasks of the Sadachi Huitongxin is to patrol the areas under their respective jurisdictions.
All officers in their own division must take orders from the Sadachi Hui Doshin who governs the area to which they belong.
And Kisaburo...he used to be a member of Qingto's jurisdiction.
Therefore, Qingto not only knew Kisaburo, but also briefly chatted with him.
Qingden's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Kisaburo hard and knocking him to the ground.
"Ah, ah ah!"
Kisaburo, whose face was drained of all color, shook vigorously a few times, then reflexively bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and performed the highest gift to Ayoto, which made his whole body shrink into a ball: the soil seat.
"Tachibana, Lord Tachibana! Please, please forgive me! I, I, I, I didn't know it was you...! I, I..."
The extreme panic caused Kisaburo's brain to be in a semi-stop state, and he was eager to say something to justify what he had just done.
But the more anxious he became, the more his mind went blank and he couldn't think.
After much tossing and turning... what finally came out of my mouth were still those few words: "Please forgive me", "I didn't know it was you"...
Kisaburo couldn't afford to offend Itakura Hirahiko...but he couldn't afford to offend Aoto either!
One's own affairs are under the management of the practice.
Although Qingden has now left the practice, his past connections are still there!
He only needs to say a few words to his senior friends who are still working in the "Sanchai", such as Hideyuki Arima and Hanjirō Inotani... He will soon be unable to eat and walk around!
In Kisaburo's eyes...such a future is really too scary!
Not daring to think further, he apologized to Qingdeng over and over again and begged for mercy.
As for Itakura Hirahiko next to Kisaburo...
For a moment, he looked at Qingdeng's face blankly, with veins jumping on his forehead.
He felt that his face was hot as if he had just eaten chili pepper, but his hands and feet were very cold, as if he had been soaked in well water.
——This kid...is actually that Niou?!
The fact that the impact in front of him was so powerful that it almost overflowed, made Itakura Hirahiko's head feel dizzy for a moment.
But after all, he is not an old hat like Kisaburo who has never seen a big scene. He quickly regained his composure. While using his brain to think about what to do next, he kept smiling in order to buy time to think.
Nonsense said:
"Oh, I never expected it... It turns out that I am the now-famous 'Nioh' Tachibana Aoden... It's really a pity that the first meeting between you and me would be in this way, on this occasion.
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Aomori looked at Itakura Hirahiko calmly.
To put it into perspective, today's itinerary of Qingdeng and his party was severely delayed because of the unreasonable and disruptive behavior of these guys.
Thanks to this, Qingdeng's patience was almost exhausted, and he no longer wanted to waste any more time on these guys.
Therefore, he said to Itakura Hirahiko word by word in a neither salty nor bland tone:
"That's enough, shut up. I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore, and I don't want to have any interaction with you guys anymore. Just disappear from my sight."
This sentence suddenly made Itakura Hirahiko's face look even more ugly - he was now riding a tiger and being roasted on a fire rack.
In terms of official position and power, Qingdeng cannot compare with his father.
But the problem is... Huofu Thief Kai and Ruonian Ji are not in the same system!
The Huo Fu Thieves Reform is under the jurisdiction of Lao Zhong, and Ruonianji has no right to dictate any matters regarding the Huo Fu Thieves Reform.
The strange official system of the Edo shogunate made the correlation and influence between various systems very low.
It's not a system... Then no matter how high your official position is and how powerful you are, it will be difficult to pose a substantial threat to people.
In other words: Qingnobo is completely confident not to give Itakura Hirahiko any face!
Rather...he is the one who should give Qingden face!
Who is Qingdeng now?
In official circles, he is a rising star in the military.
Among the people, he is a well-known benevolent king!
You need a good reputation, a promising future, and ability.
Anyone who is not blind can see the current attitude of the shogunate's senior officials towards Ayoto: vigorously cultivate and reuse him!
For such an outstanding talent who is favored by high-level figures and has a good relationship with high-ranking officials such as Katsurin Taro, even if he cannot be friends with him, at least he cannot offend them.
Itakura Hirahiko thought to himself: If my father knew that I had an affair with Nioh today... my father would never give me any good looks!
At this thought, Itakura Hirahiko's fat body shook uncontrollably a few times.
Do you want to listen to Qingdeng and leave this place with your tail between your legs?
But if he does this...he is really unwilling to do so!
His face, which was injured by Qingden, was still hurting!
If he doesn't save face and tries to teach Qingden a lesson, he really can't swallow this bad breath!
Suppose he fled in disgrace because of Qingdeng's words in front of everyone... He had done such a shameful thing, how could he go out to meet people in the future!
Ever since, Itakura Hirahiko took a deep breath and straightened his back:
"Hmph! If you think that I will be afraid of you just because you reveal your true identity... then let me tell you: you are thinking too much!"
"I'm not afraid of you! Who do you think you are? You just served as the squad leader in the Fire Thieves Kai! Do you think you are great?"
"You hurt my face and made me lose face in public! If I don't get an explanation, this matter will never be over!"
From a casual listen... Itakura Hirahiko's rhetoric is particularly strong.
But anyone with good eyesight would detect a faint hint of guilt and timidity in Itakura Hirahiko's eyes.
Yes. Hirahiko Itakura, who issued such a strong declaration, was just pretending to be tough.
The vanity of not wanting to end in such a misfortune; the sadness and anger of suddenly realizing that the object of his hatred is not a soft persimmon that he can knead at will... Affected by all these emotions, Itakura Hirahiko has already fallen into
A state of half control and half madness.
He is now like a red-eye gambler - I have bet so many chips! I will never leave the table until I win money!
Just when the situation became dark again... a series of hurried footsteps suddenly intervened in the confrontation between Ayoto and Itakura Hirahiko.
Everyone at the scene, including Aoshinobu and Itakura Hirahiko, turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sudden sound of footsteps - two strong waiters, escorted by more than a dozen samurai,
A particularly luxurious sedan was quickly carried into the sight of Qingdeng and others.
Clang.
As soon as the sedan landed, an energetic old man hurriedly got out of the sedan.
"Ah, ah!"
Itakura Hirahiko screamed strangely.
When he saw the sedan, his expression suddenly changed.
When he saw the old man emerging from the sedan, he was suddenly sweating profusely and murmured in confusion:
"Father, father...?"
This old man who suddenly appeared was none other than Itakura Hirahiko's father. He was his biggest backer and the reason why he could be so arrogant and domineering: If you are old, Itakura wins.
Itakura Katsutora ignored Itakura Hirahiko.
After giving his son an expressionless look, he immediately looked away and turned his attention to Aoto and... Tokugawa Iemo, Tenshoin and others behind Aoto.
Tokugawa Iemo put his right index finger in front of his lips and made a "silence" gesture towards Itakura Katsutora.
Suddenly, the corners of Itakura Katsutora's eyes twitched a few times.
The next breath, he walked quickly towards Itakura Hirahiko.
Looking at Itakura Katsutora, who was quickly walking toward him... Somehow, Itakura Hirahiko suddenly felt an ominous premonition rising in his heart...
"Father, why are you here..."
Snap!
The old wounds have not healed, and new wounds have been added.
Itakura Hirahiko, who received another heavy blow to the face, flew out horizontally.
Itakura Katsutora, who kept slapping his hands, said angrily:
"You traitor! How can you be rude to His Majesty Niou!"
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