Standing under the eaves of the dojo, looking at the deserted streets, Kashiwahara smiled bitterly. It seemed that starting today, he had an extra eldest lady in his head.

Is there room for negotiation? Unfortunately there is no choice.

God knows what kind of conflicts there were between the so-called 'Shen Nian Sword Style' and this eldest lady, but now it's all the responsibility of myself. It's really annoying.

When I think about how I was almost captured by the Huatian team tonight and had my organs dug out to pay off my debt, and how I also wandered around in the underworld several times, I can't help but feel a sense of crisis and urgency in my heart.

Especially when the miko pointed her sword at the center of her eyebrows and looked down indifferently, he couldn't help but stimulate his desire for kendo.

But he knew very well that he had killed someone tonight.

Even a dying man, a gangster who has done countless evil things.

An in-game email reminded Kashiwahara:

[Congratulations to the player for winning the title ‘Sinner’]

[Congratulations to the player for opening the title system]

[Sinner: Kill a living life with your hands. Regardless of whether the other person is innocent or not, you have committed a crime. The shadow of death lingers in your heart - this title can evolve]

[Ability: When wearing this title, you can actively release murderous intent, and there will be a 5% chance of causing a frightening effect on the enemy]

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Kashiwahara put aside his distracting thoughts for the time being and hurried towards the side room.

In the huge square courtyard, the dojo is not the only building. Next to the dojo in the middle, there is a three-story house and a side house. There are warehouses connected to the back, which are used for kitchens, restaurants, utility rooms, etc.

Wait, this used to be very lively.

Under the ancient trees in the courtyard, you can vaguely see the traces of wooden boards hanging from the branches. Many disciples of the dojo practice swordsmanship under the ancient trees.

Hurrying into the bathroom of the house, Kashiwahara turned on the light and stood in front of the half-meter-wide mirror.

The bright yellow light shone on Kashiwahara's back, the poorly connected light bulb flickered, and a dark atmosphere filled the air.

In front of the mirror is a pair of bloodshot pupils, which are particularly shocking compared to the light-colored skin.

No matter how calm and composed Kashiwahara appears, his slightly trembling body honestly betrays his chaotic heart at the moment.

Looking at the restless and confused pupils in the mirror, his expression was frozen, and the more he looked at the person in the mirror, the stranger he became.

"call……"

Kashiwahara deeply let out these complicated emotions from his chest. When he opened his eyes again, the murderous aura gradually subsided and his normal and peaceful expression returned.

He hurried back to the dojo and stopped under the eaves.

The cold wooden board still retained the humidity of April, and Kashiwahara brought up his personal attribute panel:

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Name: Kashiwara Kiyaki

Age: 17 years old

Life:4

Agility:5

Strength:4

Intelligence:4

Charisma:5

[Note, the average attribute of a normal person is 4]

Skills: Pure White Soul, Beast Language, Sword Skill LV1

Item: Backlash

Title: Sinner

Order: The Immortal Dog

Money: 550,000 yen

Star value: 230

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His attributes are unsatisfactory, and his agility and charm are both higher than those of normal people.

Possess basic swordsmanship level 1, unlock the reverse blade summoning restriction, and have the scabbard in hand with a thought.

His mind moved again, and after summoning, the scabbard appeared on his waist.

LV1 swordsmanship was loaded in my mind, and it was loaded quickly.

As if he had been enlightened and instilled a lot of knowledge, and after being slightly dizzy, Kashiwahara seemed to be a swordsman with several years of experience out of thin air.

Touching the cold hilt again, the previous stiffness and stiffness disappeared, followed by a natural, mysterious and mysterious familiarity.

It's very mysterious. Kashiwahara can't describe it in detail. The knowledge seems to have been integrated into instinct. I can't help but think that the love game is really magical.

The Six Arts of Swordsmanship, Footwork, Wrist Techniques, Sword Techniques, Body Techniques, Flower Holding, Meditation...

Schools, ancient martial arts, killing techniques, realms, dojos, and other knowledge emerged in my mind. It took me a moment to suppress the complicated thoughts.

Chaotic footsteps came from the distance, harsh and chaotic, and there were so many people that Kashiwahara's eyes froze.

Thanks to the extremely rude miko lady for not closing the door - but the miko placed her sword on Kashiwahara's shoulder, so it's certainly not polite or impolite.

So Kashiwahara clearly saw through the open door of the dojo, a dense crowd of figures in the distance coming towards the dojo.

"Trouble is coming." Kashiwahara muttered to himself. The sword was indeed not a good thing. Even if he was only associated with it for a moment, trouble would continue.

But at this moment, Kashiwahara had no panic or fear in his heart. He took a deep breath, held the cold scabbard tightly, and put it on his waist.

Just like an ancient swordsman, he is about to rush to the battlefield.

In the inventory, 3 bronze skill points disappeared silently.

Swordsmanship LV4 appears in the skill bar.

Dozens of members of the Huatian Group surrounded the gate of the dojo. The noisy movement caused the neighbors to peek their heads in again, then look back in fear and close their houses tightly.

Discussions and obscenities arose one after another. Most of the members of the Flower Field Group were wearing disheveled floral shirts and baggy black pants.

The ferocious tattoos can be vaguely seen on the open collar and arms. He is holding a metal bat and steel pipe tightly in his hand, and there is a sharp knife on his waist, which can see blood at any time.

The members of the Flower Field Group at the front had serious expressions and were extremely tough. They were all wearing suits and ties. They were obviously different from those other people. They stared intently at the dark night in this dojo.

The leader was a medium-sized man in a suit with a short haircut, holding a cigarette in his mouth. The small part of his left hand was neatly amputated, which attracted attention.

Gradually, everyone became quiet, and under the cold moonlight, a green figure carrying a sword scabbard emerged from the shadows.

"Who are you?"

Dozens of pairs of ferocious pupils stared at him, Bai Yuan showed no fear on his face, and when no one said a word, he stared at the leader of the man with the severed finger and questioned him.

"asshole!"

"Bagaya! Open your eyes and see clearly. This is our Huatian group's assistant Wakatou!"

"Watch your attitude!"

"How dare a debt-ridden bastard be so arrogant? A descendant of a run-down dojo, who does he think he can fool with a toy knife?" A man with a bald head and a shirt yelled arrogantly, tapping the metal bat on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Wakatashi Hatsusa, who was equivalent to a senior member of the Hanada group, was smoking leisurely, puffing on clouds of smoke, and looking suspiciously up and down Kashiwahara.

"Where were those people just now?" He was referring to Qian Yu and his party.

How did Kashiwahara know? But seeing that the other party was so angry, it was probably useless no matter how hard he tried to defend himself, so he just squinted his eyes and didn't answer.

Seeing this, Wakatou Fusao nodded casually, and several Hanada-gumi members holding bats filed out with unruly expressions on their faces.

One person clenched the wooden handle unscrupulously and hit Kashiwahara Kiyaki on the head!

Kashiwahara showed no fear in the face of the four people who were attacking him. He tightened his waist, bent his back slightly, like a long bow ready to go, and his wrist unconsciously made a backhand posture.

Stupid!

I saw Kashiwahara's back like a dragon, holding the handle of the reverse blade with his backhand, and unsheathing the reverse blade.

Thunder flashed across the sky, and the sword came in an instant.

moment

There was a flash of light, a dazzling light passing by, and he subconsciously closed his eyes tightly.

After waiting for their eyes to adjust, less than two seconds passed. With a scream, the Hanada-gumi member wielding the bat vomited blood and flew out. A shocking dent on his chest made everyone's heart skip a beat.

"ah!"

Immediately afterwards, there were several painful screams and a few thumps, and the three of them fell to the ground. They struggled to cover their necks that had been hit. Their chests were struggling to breathe, and they were already covered in bruises.

Kashiwahara glanced at everyone calmly, gently stroked the scabbard with his left hand, and retracted the reverse blade Nadana with his right hand with great precision.

Fortunately, it was a reverse-edged sword. The back of the knife would hurt the opponent. If it were a straight-edged sword, blood would have to be seen.

The dazzling sword light disappeared from everyone's sight.

The dozens of people in the Huatian group opened their mouths slightly, and were silent for a while, subconsciously clenching the weapons in their hands.

The man with the broken finger narrowed his eyes. When he saw the long knife in Kashiwahara's hand, he couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't care even if the cigarette burned his fingers.
Chapter completed!