Zuocun held the pheasant feathers in his hands, his face expressionless.
These ninjas knew that Zuo Cun was definitely not an easy opponent to deal with, so they threw shurikens at Zuo Cun desperately.
Zuomura used his strength to jump towards the sky, toward the ninja jumping down from the tree crown and the shuriken thrown by the ninja.
After slashing the shurikens in front of him, Zuomura even had the time to grab a few shurikens and throw them back, and then count the number of ninjas attacking him.
Seventeen.
The ninja seemed to be a ghost. After a wave of failure, he did not give Zuo Cun a chance to close the distance and simply retreated.
The ninja came to the ground, but Zuo Cun came to the sky.
After stepping on the tree crown, Zuocun rushed from the tree crown toward the ground like thunder.
Zheng——
One of the ninjas didn't even use the Substitute Technique and simply bowed his head.
"I don't know why that guy Abe Masahiro is so confident in you group of soft-footed shrimps..." Zuomura rushed towards one of the ninjas, "But, I will not show mercy."
He never thought of persuading these ninjas to surrender.
A ninja's loyalty will never waver.
This is a group of people who devote everything to their master, and their beliefs will not be swayed by anything.
Therefore, the only option is to kill them all.
Zuo Cun...is serious about it.
...
If Zuomura is serious, then this group of ninjas who have long lost all the glory and skills of their ancestors will face a certain kind of strongest samurai in Japan. The scene will be...
Samura wiped the blood from his face with his thumb.
This group of people still caused him some trouble.
Pulling out a shuriken from his calf, Zuomura smiled.
Wrapping the wound with a piece of cloth, Zuo Cun looked at the city of Kyoto, which had sunk into dusk.
"Originally, I thought it would be ugly to use your own knife to do things for others."
"...but I've changed my mind now."
Wipe the blood off the knife with your clothes, Zuo Cun...
Walked back towards Kyoto.
...
Masahiro Abe sat on his seat.
Distraught.
Now, there is only one ninja beside him.
It has been more than an hour since the ninjas who went out to chase Zuo Cun still didn't come back. It's already dark now.
I left in the morning and haven't come back yet.
A somewhat scary thought appeared in Abe Masahiro's heart.
Zuo Cun covered his face and did not hold the two highly recognizable weapons, He He and Pheasant Feather.
Although he had to kill Masahiro Abe, a guy who made him feel extremely unhappy, it was still necessary to hide his identity.
At least, Zuocun doesn't want to completely become the enemy of the shogunate yet.
From nowhere, Zuo Cun leaped high into the sky through the night.
It stayed in the sky above Abe's house.
Now, Masahiro Abe is in this room.
The corners of Zuocun's mouth curved a little.
The source of the malice is extremely accurate and unmistakable.
As for ninjas, their hearts are calm and there is no such thing as malice.
Although I don’t know if there is such a thing as a ninja around you...
However, the person I want to kill must die.
Zuocun fell from the air towards Abe's house.
Masahiro Abe was anxious there, when suddenly, the ceiling collapsed.
"Hey!" Masahiro Abe, who was concentrating on thinking, was frightened and stood up.
A guy wearing a black Wu uniform emerged from the trampled wooden planks.
Abe Masahiro broke into a cold sweat and swallowed.
Although he couldn't see his face or body shape, nor did he see the two famous swords, Masahiro Abe was sure.
This guy is none other than Samura Anno, whom he hates.
"Nonaka!" Masahiro Abe shouted.
In the shadows, figures emerged.
And ninjas? Zuo Cun narrowed his eyes.
The ninja rushed towards Zuomura, while Abe Masahiro fled towards the window.
He no longer had the courage to face Zuo Cun, and now all he could think about was escaping.
A samurai who couldn't be killed by seventeen ninjas?
Masahiro Abe couldn't imagine what kind of monster this was.
In a normal fight, ninjas can fight one against ten, but all seventeen of them were actually killed by Zuomura!
Damn it, if you have to run for your life, you must run for your life!
Let all my retainers come here quickly, and then leave Zuocun here forever!
Abe Masahiro ran toward the window, and he would reach the window frame in the next second.
but--
"Where do you want to go... Mr. Lao Zhong?"
Zheng——
Zuo Cun said nonsense, but he was definitely not slow to start.
What was unsheathed was neither crane feather nor pheasant feather.
But... Zhen Ling.
This dagger, obtained from Masahiro Abe's hand, was unsheathed for the first time in Zuo Cun's hand, but it was slashed at its original owner.
The knife cut off Masahiro Abe's left hand directly.
"Ah - ah!" Abe Masahiro suddenly screamed in horror, hugging his severed arm, "My hand - my hand!"
"...Tsk." Zuo Cun glanced out the window.
The poisonous feather waved and stabbed directly into Masahiro Abe's mouth.
"Uh...! Uh-huh..."
"I don't have much interest in staying with you here, Mr. Laozhong..." Zuo Cun grabbed Abe Masahiro's neck, lifted him up, and looked into Abe Masahiro's painful eyes, "I just want to Ask."
"Have you, those people who just eat corpses, ever shown even the slightest apology to this country?" Zuo Cun narrowed his eyes and asked this sentence.
Masahiro Abe was stunned, looking at Zuomura who only showed his eyes, and shed a few tears.
Zuo Cun knew that he could no longer answer.
"As I said before, Mr. Laozhong." Zuo Cun sighed, "Compared to others, you are barely an accomplished official, but..."
"When the Shogunate was a large trash can, no matter how beautiful the garbage inside was, it was just garbage."
"So... I might have to break my promise."
Zuo Cun didn't continue to speak, and raised Zhen Ling with his right hand.
He stabbed Abe Masahiro in the head.
"Farewell, Senior Abe Masahiro..."
Samura flashed his figure, threw Abe Masahiro, who was still crying, to the ground, and jumped out of the window.
In this chaotic background, the death of a high-ranking official may bring turmoil, but...
Isn't it an opportunity to accelerate the destruction of the trash can?
Things that cannot be saved will naturally be destroyed. Zuo Cun's hand holding the knife has never trembled.
Masahiro Abe may have had a positive influence on this country, but Samura also knew it.
He will die sooner or later. In a mediocre regime, talented people are often regarded as a thorn in others' eyes and a thorn in their flesh. Even if Zuo Cun doesn't take action, Abe Masahiro will definitely not live long.
But all this does not prevent Zuo Cun from taking action.
If it weren't for the fear that this country would suddenly fall into deeper hell, the shogunate...
Abe Masahiro's house has begun to become chaotic, but all that has nothing to do with Zuo Cun who left.
The bird stretched out its sharp claws and tore its prey fiercely.
