"Gah!" The cry of the crow sounded on the roof, breaking the solid air.
For a while.
"..."
Silence fell in the courtyard.
Murata had long been hiding behind Tomioka Giyu, trembling.
Mr. Kamado turns out to be Hashira...
He cautiously stuck his head out and observed.
The pillars were looking at Immortal Kawa Saneya who had fallen to the ground, and Tanjuro who was slowly retracting his arms and even still sitting on the same spot.
Mingyu Xingming clasped his hands together. As a blind man, his perception ability is the most powerful among the six pillars.
Just now, he clearly noticed that Tanjuro's weak life breath suddenly flourished for a moment.
"Incredible..." He pressed the rosary beads in his hand, his heart fluctuating slightly.
Yihei Xiaobanai stared here quietly, the white snake coiled around his neck spitting out bright red letters.
"Hahaha!" Yusui Tianyuan turned his head and looked at the embarrassed appearance of Immortal Sikawa Shimi, and couldn't help but grinned.
Kamado Tanjuro looked at the Immortal River and stared at the sky, his pupils glowing, and he opened his mouth slightly:
"Bah..." White steam overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
so hard.
Tanjuro relaxed his wrist.
He completely relied on the combat intuition he had developed over the years and Immortal River's underestimation of the enemy to be able to spot the opponent's flaw so easily.
He subconsciously wanted to use "see through" to fight back, but Tanjuro had no doubt that seeing through this might break his leg.
Tanjuro didn't dare to confront him head-on, as his body's bones were really too much to bear.
If he really fights, he may be exhausted and his hair will be turned upside down in a few strokes.
The red "dead" one will appear.
on the ground.
"...?"
Immortal Sekawa Saneya was lying on the ground, his eyes gradually refocused, and his mind was in a trance.
Seen through...
As a battle-experienced Fengzhu, he fully realized what had just happened after he realized that he fell to the ground within two breaths.
From the start, his attack was seen through.
He was still a party to the surprise attack.
It was a complete defeat, and the loss was so funny.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the white steam at the corner of Tanjuro's mouth.
The pupils shrank slightly!
Breathwork!
He exerted force on his arms to support his body, exerted force on his abdomen, and stood up suddenly like a carp.
Many questions suddenly appeared in his mind.
Immortal Kawa Saneya was silent. He looked sideways at Kamado Tanjuro, his expression a little uncertain.
At this time,
A clear voice came from the rooftop.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Kamado."
Ubuyashiki Yōya was sitting on his knees on the roof. He looked at Tanjuro with an apologetic look, and apologized:
"Shiya is always a little impatient."
Saying that, Ubuyashiki Yōya looked specifically at Fusukawa, who knelt down again and lowered his head, and smiled:
"Miniya."
Immortal Kawa Saneya lowered his head, half-kneeling, quickly became calm, and didn't care about the mud on his body. He turned towards his lord and said quickly:
"Please forgive me, I was too radical."
As he spoke, Immortal Kawa Saneya gritted his teeth and smacked his mouth. He seemed a little unconvinced. He glanced at Tanjuro and turned his head sharply:
"…whispering sound!"
——Not convinced.
Very unconvinced.
The humiliation of being easily solved made him frown.
Creaking…
The hand holding the ground unconsciously grasped the cobblestones.
"Oh!!" A noisy exclamation interrupted Immortal Sakawa Shiya's thinking.
Purgatory Anjuro opened his mouth slightly. He looked at Tanjuro who was extremely thin and skinny on the surface in surprise, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart:
"Amazing!"
"If it were me! I would never be able to dodge that beautiful blow! I would be kicked solidly!"
His voice was so cheerful that it even sounded a little proud.
Kamado Tanjuro rubbed his wrist, turned around, patted the dust on his body caused by the waves, and nodded to Uyashiki Yoshiya:
"fine."
He glanced sideways at Fusukawa Saneya, and then looked away.
My own affairs have almost been dealt with, and there is no point in staying any longer.
"Without further ado, I'm leaving now."
Tanjuro said, slowly standing up.
"To Tokyo."
he added.
As for the Butterfly House, it’s not a good time to go there yet.
After saving at least one resurrection, go back to see Kuizhi and the others.
Snapped!
"Hmm!!" Purgatory Anjuro came over enthusiastically. He patted Tanjuro on the shoulder, his eyes sparkling:
"Mr. Kamado! Let's defeat that ghost together!!"
Saying that, Purgatory Anjuro did not forget to bow to his lord, and after receiving permission, he stood up.
Ubuyashiki Yōya watched the two people leaving, his eye that could still see reflected lavender light in the clear sunlight.
In the field of vision, Anjuro's figure seemed to slowly overlap with his father.
He slowly and quietly recited:
"...Prove yourself."
"Anjuro."
Then, he looked at Tanjuro's back and the pair of earrings hanging on his ears.
That pair of earrings was also the reason why he chose to believe Tanjuro without asking.
…
…
Outside the lord's mansion.
Standing under the white wall, there are layers of wisteria flowers in front of you, which is daunting to look at.
"Mr. Kamado!" Purgatory Anjuro walked in front. From time to time, he turned around and said something to Tanjuro excitedly:
"This mission is very important! In Tokyo, which is extremely densely populated, you need to be extremely cautious!"
He turned his head, his expression very serious:
"We need to come up with a plan!"
"Yeah." Tanjuro responded one after another.
There were two swords hanging on Kamado Tanjuro's waist at the moment.
One is a Kakimaru, and the other is a Nichirin sword that he borrowed temporarily from Obeyashiki.
After all, you can't kill a ghost with a wedge pill.
"Mr. Kamado! Are you listening?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
In this way, the two of them were "discussing" back and forth.
Slowly leaving the Ubuyashiki mansion.
…
…
Tokyo.
night.
The breeze blew people coming and going, and the brightly lit semi-modern streets and various three- and four-story Western-style buildings crowded the city.
People were walking in crowds on the street.
The light of the electric lamp seemed to brighten the sky.
Wooden telephone poles can be seen everywhere.
Tread, step.
Several officers in police uniforms walked on the brick ground, carrying guns and tiredness written on their faces.
"...Captain, I'm afraid it won't work if this continues."
A young team member said, he sighed deeply and took off his hat, showing a worried expression:
"The so-called 'Late Night Bomb Demon' has been rampant around Tokyo for a while, but he has never been caught."
"I heard from the town next door that the bomb demon has arrived in Tokyo!"
"Last night a house was blown up!" the young team member said, raising his hat and waving in an exaggerated tone.
Snap.
The captain stopped, turned around, looked at his team members with a serious expression, took a deep breath, and reprimanded loudly:
"Erlang! Those things are all fake! They're just rumors!"
"Don't be paranoid all day long!"
"do you understand?!"
The captain yelled, not caring about the doubtful looks of passers-by.
And just a few police officers not far away.
In a three-story Western-style building.
"Click! Click!"
The stopwatch grew with flesh and blood, and the hands kept beating.
Under it, is a bundle of explosives.
