The height of the man standing at the mouth of the valley cannot be described as astonishing.
With a stalwart figure of more than 7 feet tall, it is intimidating.
No matter Qingtaro or the rest of his subordinates, they all had to raise their heads high to see the giant's head.
This giant wore monk robes with black and white as the main colors, wore a pair of two-tooth wooden geta on his feet, and carried a large naginata on his shoulder.
Both the monk's robes and the large naginata on his shoulders were stained with blood, but the giant looked indifferent to the fresh blood on his body.
Lying at his feet were three mutilated corpses - Qingtaro recognized them. These three people were all his subordinates who had been following him for some time.
Looking at the three corpses at his feet, Qingtaro's face turned dark.
Anyone with eyes can see that these three corpses were all caused by this giant.
If it had been anyone else, Qingtaro might have killed this bastard with one sword for daring to kill the subordinate he had finally recruited.
But at this time, Qingtaro had to suppress his murderous intention and thoughts of taking action.
This huge figure alone is full of intimidation.
Even though the giant was wearing loose robes, Qingtaro could still feel the bulging, powerful muscles on the giant's body through the robes.
It is not difficult to tell from the way he holds the naginata that he is a master of using the naginata.
In a nutshell - this guy is not easy to mess with at first glance.
Therefore, even though he was already furious, Qingtaro had to suppress his anger, be patient, and plan to negotiate with this giant.
However - before he could say anything, Shichiemon on the side stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Seitaro-sama." Nanemon said softly, "Let me negotiate with this guy."
"Good eloquence and excellent negotiation skills are my few strengths, so let me do it."
The reason why Nanemon so actively requested that he be the one to negotiate with this giant was simply to express himself more so that he could have more good impressions in Seitaro's heart.
Now that he has joined Seitaro and his organization, Nanemon has accepted this fact early and has made corresponding plans.
Shichiemon's current plan is to find ways to rise higher and higher under Qingtaro's command.
Once you have enough say under Qingtaro, no matter what you do, it will be much easier.
Nanemon has even envisioned a very distant future - when he has enough say under Seitaro in the future, he might be able to replace Seitaro and take over Seitaro's power.
At that time, he, the "former bandit leader", would be able to make a comeback.
Shichiemon's only strength is his eloquence, and what he is best at is negotiation.
Therefore, there are not many opportunities for Nanemon to perform on such an island.
So when Nanemon saw this giant coming to the door, his eyes immediately lit up - because the opportunity to perform came.
Finally, he had the opportunity to perform. Naturally, Nanemon could not let go of this rare opportunity and took the initiative to express to Seitaro that he would come to negotiate with this giant in person.
As for Seitaro, after taking a look at Nanemon and thinking for a while——
"...Okay, it's up to you to negotiate with this guy. Ask him exactly what he's here to do."
Although Nanemon is just a newcomer who just joined them tonight, after a brief contact, Qingtaro has discovered that Nanemon's thinking is very quick and his eloquence is also very good - at least better than him.
So after some weighing, Seitarou decided to hand over the task of negotiating with this giant to Nanemon.
"Yes!" Seeing that Seitaro agreed that he would negotiate with the giant, Nanemon suppressed his joy.
He cleared his throat, took a few steps forward, stood behind the giant and said loudly:
"Excuse me, what's the point of visiting our place of residence late at night?"
This giant's face is square and unattractive.
He rolled his eyes downwards and glanced at Nanemon standing in front of him.
"...My name is Issun." The giant replied angrily, "I was wandering around this island casually. I heard someone talking when I passed by, so I came to take a look."
The giant who called himself Issun glanced at Seitaro and others who were standing in front of him, looking at him with various eyes.
"You..." Nanemon was about to ask Ichijun a second question when Ichijun suddenly interrupted:
"There are quite a lot of people here. It's great..."
As Issun spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
"Let me help you ascend to the Western Paradise."
"Huh?" Nanemon looked confused, not understanding what Ishun meant by what he said just now, "Advanced to...the Western Paradise...? What does it mean?"
As soon as Shichiemon finished speaking, a strong wind hit his head from top to bottom.
And the thing that blew this strong wind... was the big naginata in Ichijun's hand.
The large naginata cut into Nanemon's head from top to bottom, and cut out from Nanemon's crotch, directly dividing Nanemon into two halves.
"That's what it means literally." - These were the last words Shichiemon heard in his life.
The last moment when Ishun's naginata hit his head, Nanemon suddenly recalled his life and everything that had happened since he landed on this Butterfly Island.
At the last moment of his life, he suddenly realized that on this island, his proud eloquence and negotiation skills seemed to have never been put to any great use...
After cutting Nanemon in two with one sword, Ichijunma kept moving, rounded the naginata in his hand, and slashed forward again.
This time, Issun's target is Qingtaro.
Looking at the rapidly enlarging naginata blade in his field of vision, Seitaro's pupils shrank suddenly.
The body subconsciously pulled out the wakizashi from the waist and moved forward to block it.
clang!!
Qingtaro felt as if a mountain was crashing into him.
The sound of gold and iron clashing can be described as deafening.
Unable to withstand the impact, Qingtaro flew backwards and hit the rock wall behind him hard.
After his back came into close contact with the rock wall, severe pain spread throughout his body, and Qingtaro even had the illusion that his internal organs might be out of place.
After coughing violently several times, Qingtaro glanced at the wakizashi in his hand - the blade of his wakizashi had a large gap at this time.
After checking the damage to the weapon, Qingtaro quickly looked in front of him.
In front of him, a massacre was going on.
Issun wildly waved the naginata in his hand, splashing out clouds of blood mist.
The subordinates he had finally gathered were being brutally slaughtered by Issun.