I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 118 - 84. Your knife is very good, but now it is mine. _3

Chapter 118: 84. Your knife is very good, but now it is mine. _3

At the moment he grasped the hilt, Tsuchiya Kazuma’s face regained its confidence.

"Clang——"

With a powerful pull, the blood-red blade emerged from the scabbard like a red dragon soaring into the sky. Following it, a wave of ominous supernatural aura swept across the Buddhist temple.

This sinister aura reminded Kawashima Miki of the sword’s name, causing her heart to skip a beat.

Though she hated Fujiwara Reya, she couldn’t afford for him to die just yet.

After grabbing the sword, Tsuchiya Kazuma shifted from a disadvantaged position and actively advanced towards Fujiwara Reya.

A faint red mist continued to seep from the sword in his hand, enveloping him and making him look like some kind of walking omen of misfortune.

——What is this?

Fujiwara Reya scrutinized the obviously unusual sword to determine its origins. free𝑤ebnovel.com

By estimation, the blade was 72cm long, 3.2cm wide, and the decorative style of the hilt was ancient, at least from the Korean War era.

Noticing Fujiwara Reya’s focus on the sword, Tsuchiya Kazuma’s lips curled into a mocking smile: "Are you scared?"

"What is this?" Fujiwara Reya asked curiously.

"Hahaha..." Tsuchiya Kazuma laughed heartily, staring at him menacingly: "This is the Shadow Beauty Blade!"

Kasahara Fumi furrowed her eyebrows.

Her expression remained calm, but her hand quietly reached under her skirt, touching the gun holster on her inner thigh.

"Is this knife formidable?" Fujiwara Reya asked, his gaze calm.

"You’re doomed anyway..." Tsuchiya Kazuma’s body trembled with anger at his indifferent demeanor, shouting loudly as if scolding Fujiwara Reya for his ignorance and rallying his own courage: "This is an ancient famous blade, the sword of General Date Masamune! During the Korean War, it could cleave the enemy’s general and his saddle in half using mere human strength!"

Fujiwara Reya nodded: "That’s quite impressive."

Date Masamune was a famous daimyo from Japan’s Warring States Period, experiencing hundreds of battles. Countless have died under his sword. Judging by the blade, it has obviously been tainted by resentment. Moreover, over the course of 500 years, as it was passed down by its owners, a spirit may very well have been nurtured within the sword over time.

Even a broom left for too long can become a Fusang God, let alone a treasured sword valued by its owner. Among the legendary famous swords, such as Muramasa, Masamune, Onikiri, and others, the spirits within could evolve from weak Fusang Gods to powerful Demon Sword Ladies.

"You’re doomed——"

Tsuchiya Kazuma’s voice was laced with mockery and resentment.

Today was his first day in office, yet he was oppressed by a mere youngster, leaving his face humiliated. The only way to regain his dignity now was to personally kill this brat and restore his might.

Killing a child presents grave issues.

But comparatively, not killing him presents even graver ones.

Let Hiraki Noriaki take the blame... With this thought, Tsuchiya Kazuma gripped the hilt and his figure suddenly leapt forward.

The roaring wind swept through the Buddhist temple.

It was demonic power.

Demonic power emitted by a high-ranking monster.

Yet it wasn’t coming from any person, but rather from the fluctuations bursting from the blade.

Very well.

Fujiwara Reya chuckled to himself.

The Demon Sword Lady delivered herself to the doorstep.

With the Shadow Beauty Blade enhancing him, Tsuchiya Kazuma’s speed surpassed human limits as he charged towards Fujiwara Reya, swift and ferocious enough to make a piercing whistling sound in the air!

Kawashima Miki was already prepared to act.

The black mourning attire she wore swayed lightly, as if dancing in the wind.

But in the next moment, she abruptly stilled.

It wasn’t that she wanted to see Fujiwara Reya dead; it was just that someone nearby had cast a glance her way.

She turned her head to meet the gaze.

It was a woman with an aloof beauty, whose cold, piercing gaze seemed to warn her not to meddle.

Hmph!

Kawashima Miki pursed her lips and internally cursed: Scumbag.

"Achoo~"

Fujiwara Reya suddenly sneezed.

Outside, the rain was pouring. Although it was already early summer, the wind was still a bit chilly. As lightning occasionally streaked across the sky, he rubbed his nose, meeting Tsuchiya Kazuma’s eyes full of murderous intent, and grinned.

"?"

What’s he smiling about?

In mid-air, Tsuchiya Kazuma didn’t have time to savor whatever insolent meaning was behind the youth’s smile. In the blink of an eye, his figure was upon the boy, both hands gripping the sword and slashing down with force.

Both speed and strength reached an inconceivable level at this moment, the blood-red blade drawing a dazzling crescent curve in the air.

If Fujiwara Reya couldn’t dodge, or if he didn’t dodge at all.

This strike could cleave him straight down the middle, splitting him in half.

Unless his physical resilience could nearly match that of a Demon King.

Kasahara Fumi’s expression turned grave, her eyebrows raising like swords as she shouted: "Stop!"

As her voice rang out, she pulled the trigger, and with a ’bang,’ a special exorcism bullet, accompanied by sparks, shot toward the blade.

The Buddhist temple fell into dead silence, all eyes on Fujiwara Reya, but the boy seemed petrified, standing still like a stone statue.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the blade, making it tremble slightly, deviating from the top of his head to his shoulder, but its downward momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

At this moment.

Fujiwara Reya slightly shifted to the side.

The blood-red blade light near-cropped past his body, sweeping past his nose’s tip with a gap nearly indiscernible to the naked eye.

In that instant, Fujiwara Reya’s clothes fluttered, his smile unchanged.

"Your sword is nice," he said with a smile, "but now it belongs to me!"

As if mumbling self-talk had penetrated his ears, Tsuchiya Kazuma’s heart skipped a beat. After stopping his downward motion with difficulty, he twisted the sword light sharply, swinging it towards Fujiwara Reya’s neck.

Clean and sharp, without a whisper of hesitation, the sword light fully manifested his intent to kill.

At the same time.

Fujiwara Reya stood still, raising his left hand, and swung a fist forward.

"Clang——"

"Puff——"

Two sounds reverberated, one after the other.

The first was the sound of the blade slashing against the stone mountain, the latter, the sound of a fist hitting flesh.

In that moment, Tsuchiya Kazuma’s pupils shrank abruptly, all focused on Fujiwara Reya’s neck. Not just him, but everyone in the Buddhist temple stared in disbelief at the scene unfolded.

The once-impossible-to-resist blade, it was actually blocked just like that!

Moreover... as if resisted with bare flesh, and even at such a vulnerable spot as the neck. Astonishingly, Fujiwara Reya’s neck bore not a trace of blood...

Once time unfroze from that moment.

Tsuchiya Kazuma’s head tilted to one side, and his body rolled outside, crashing into the courtyard’s mud.

The Shadow Beauty Blade fell to the ground, as the metal hit the wooden floor, a dull sound spread far and wide.

Nobody anticipated such a scene, as if within the midst of a dream, the dream-like boy bent over and picked up the sword, toying with it momentarily in his hand, and smirked with a frivolous smile.

"Just a toy sword." He mocked.

Like hell I believe you... Kawashima Miki cursed internally.

Flung outside, lying in the courtyard’s muddy water, Tsuchiya Kazuma, consumed by fury, spat a mouthful of hot blood.

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