F * ck, idiot, what do you want to do?
Go!
Zatoichi wanted to roar like this.
If it weren't for the occasion, he almost wanted to shoot this idiot with a tranquilizer gun, and then beat him up. It would be best if he was paralyzed. Don't get into trouble again, please! Isn't it good to be alive?
As a former companion, as a close friend who had hit it off at first sight, he should have done so.
But now, he couldn't stop Sasaki's behavior.
As a samurai, he couldn't help but feel proud of his friend's loyalty and determination.
In silence, Zatoichi held the hilt of his sword, "If that's the case, let me …"
"No."
Sasaki interrupted him and said softly, "Please don't interfere in the next thing. This is my duty, my mission."
"… I know."
Zatoichi nodded reluctantly and handed over the sword, "Then use it, Sasaki. You deserve it. Only this, don't refuse. "
It was the sword of the blind swordsman, Zatoichi, and was known as the famous sword that existed with the heroic spirit of Yingzhou.
The moment it fell into Sasaki's hand, the long sword called "Pure Blade" buzzed and trembled, bursting out a low cry, as if it was cheering.
Now was the time to practice the chivalrous way and settle the grudges!
Jiu Jing's expression was still calm, staring at the pair of eyes full of murderous intent, and nodded respectfully and politely.
"Long time no see, Sasaki-san, it's really … long time no see."
"Didn't we just meet, Jiu Jing?"
Sasaki stepped forward with his broken leg, stood ten steps away from him, and asked softly, "Why are you so hypocritical? Now, there's no need to call me 'Sir', right? "
"You used to be my first teacher of swordsmanship. It's not too much to call you 'Sir'." The young samurai narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed, "You used to be a samurai loyal to the Rijian Clan, right? Do you have any reason to fight me?
"Because your stench can't be hidden anymore, you murderer!"
Sasaki slowly pulled out his sword and calmly told him, "If I don't kill you here and let you destroy the Rijian Clan, I will regret it for the rest of my life."
"What's wrong with that? Even a loyal man like Mr. Sasaki would exile his family in order to survive. Isn't it good to be destroyed like this? "
Jiujing shrugs her shoulders and looks around at the hideous scene of the Rikken Clan — the hideous face of the Rikken Clan hidden in the darkness. "It's better to just destroy this kind of place that only hides filth. Mr. Sasaki, haven't you thought about it? "
"Ever since I was exiled, there hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about it."
Sasaki calmly replied, "As a samurai, I'm ashamed to have such resentment against my former master, but I can't restrain such thoughts and feelings.
But even so, I can't forget the kindness that the Old Master once bestowed upon me.
If you want to destroy all of this, please step over my dead body. My life was given to me by the Riken Clan, so let me repay you with this life. "
In the silence, Li Jiu saw Jiu Jing's smile gradually turn gloomy, leaving only coldness.
"You are no longer the samurai of the Riken family, Sasaki Kiimasa."
"It doesn't matter. When you became a murderer, didn't you also give up the glory of the Riken Clan?"
Sasaki nodded and replied in agreement, "I think it's good, very good. Now, it's just a duel between two nameless Ronins."
No matter who wins or loses, it's just a fight between two wild dogs.
It doesn't hurt the reputation of the Riken Clan.
Just like that, she raised the blade and pointed it at his face.
Until the end, Sasaki felt lucky and proud for this.
He said, "Please draw your sword, Rikken Clan!"
At that moment, Jiujing closed her eyes in disappointment.
When she raised her eyes again, the calmness and smile that she used to hide in the past were gone, leaving only the darkness and coldness of death.
The last disguise was removed, and the face of a vicious beast was revealed here.
The blood-stained blade was raised.
Across the melted frost and dried blood on the ground, the biting cold murderous intent rose.
There was no need to use any words to express or describe it. The moment he made up his mind, there was only one result. Between the murderer and Ronin Sasaki, only one of them would be able to leave this place alive.
Other than that, there was no other possibility.
The air froze between the cold light of the blade.
It was as if the needle of time had stopped.
The world was silent, and even the sound of breathing was quickly fading away. Those dazzling phantoms, thirsty moans, and tense wails, the strange fragrance that made people lose their souls, and the heart-wrenching stench had all disappeared.
The pure killing intent shattered all these insignificant things.
All that was left was each other in the eyes and the sword in the hands.
It was obviously short, less than a moment, but in the senses, it seemed to be endless, turning into a terrible suffering like hell.
Until the blazing light burst out.
There was a violent thunder roaring from the sky, tearing the membrane of his body. It wildly stretched its body and spread into the blazing lightning that reached the sky and the earth.
It fell from the sky!
The roar that overlapped suddenly burst out, mixing with the loud sound of thunder.
The samurai drew his sword.
Across a long distance, the fierce confrontation ended in an instant.
The evil spirit and the samurai had already crossed each other.
Only blood spurted out from Sasaki's chest.
The indestructible pure sword fell from his hand and pierced into the soil. Then, a scarlet torrent gushed out from the crack in his chest.
He was a step behind.
He was a moment slower.
Victory and defeat were decided, and life and death were decided.
"I didn't expect that in the end, the one who came to replace Riken to ask for me was a wild samurai who was not even qualified to announce his family name …"
Riken Hisashi turned his head, glanced at the opponent on the ground, and sneered, "How ridiculous, Sasaki. Didn't anyone tell you that your swordsmanship was never worth mentioning. "
He seemed to have said something else.
But Sasaki could no longer hear clearly.
The familiar trance and sleepiness came again, hugging him, wanting to pull him into the eternal dark side.
It seemed that someone was shouting something, but it was too far away, too vague.
He gradually closed his eyes.
"Stand up, Sasaki!"
In the darkness, a cold and old voice sounded in his ears, "Stand up, immediately! How much disgrace do you want to make before you stop? "
Sensei!
At that moment, he finally remembered where he was.
Who was he.
"I am … Sasaki Kiyomasa!"
He opened his eyes, staring at the rapidly darkening and collapsing demon world, staring at the enemy's back.
Using the last of his strength, he propped up his body.
The broken soul was glowing, and with blood, he climbed up from the ground again. Even if he couldn't get up, he still groped and looked for his weapon.
The confrontation was not over yet!
"Come on, Jiu Hisashi."
He said, "I'm right here."
Jiu Hisashi's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and he slowly turned around.
On that fox-like face, the original mocking smile gradually darkened, and became angry and ferocious.
"You're really haunting me …"
Riken grinned, turned around, and his expression became ugly and crazy, "This time, I won't forget the last step, Sasaki."
Stepping on the spreading pool of blood on the ground, Riken Hisashi stepped forward and raised his sword.
He wasn't angry, nor did he lose control or neglect.
Instead, he was ready, and even went all out to deal with this dying opponent, not leaving any negligence or chance to turn the tables, and simply gave him the final end.
Cut off all the pain and worries.
Even if Sasaki had no strength to get up, even his appearance could no longer be seen clearly.
The moment of terminal lucidity had passed.
Now, the Pure Blade of Zatoichi was stabbed in the pool of blood, and even the sword in his hand was gone. As if it had a premonition of his death, the Pure Blade trembled and made a faint whining sound.
But Sasaki didn't feel pity.
Just like what Jiu Hisashi said, his swordsmanship was never worth mentioning, and he didn't deserve such a treasure sword.
Even before that, he had been clear about it.
"You are Xiu Mu."
This was the conclusion that the old man known as the Sword Saint had once given, the cruelest truth and the most painful result.
Who knows how many times, that grumpy old man angrily scolded, "Why can't you learn to give up? Is there only one way to repay kindness in this world? "
"I want to follow that master … I want to be like that master."
The former Sasaki knelt on the ground, bowed, and begged from the heart, "Teacher, please forgive me. Please, teach me!"
But the old man's eyes only had pity and regret.
"Sasaki Kiyomasa, you don't have talent and ability. Give up, no matter how hard you work, Kendo won't favor you. " He said, "If you want to win, Kendo or life, you can only choose one of them. Even so, it doesn't matter!"
How should one describe the ecstasy and peace of that moment?
It was as if the wish of a lifetime had been fulfilled, and all the efforts had been rewarded.
Look, this was not a dead end. How generous the world was, even a dull person like him could receive hope!
He shed tears of gratitude and kept kowtowing, "It's really great … I can finally live up to that master's kindness and expectations …"
After a long silence, there was only a sigh of pity.
"Then, this is the last skill I can teach you as a teacher. How to give up your life. “
This was the last teaching that the old man left him. Everything that happened after that, everything that he learned after that, and everything that he inherited after that had already been engraved in his bone marrow and soul.
Day after day, year after year.
Twenty years of hard practice and waiting, countless painful experiences of tears and incontinence, at this moment, at this moment, finally ushered in the reward.
At that moment, he raised his eyes and stared at the silence close at hand.
He smiled.
From the broken body, there was a bright light rising into the sky.
That was the flame that had been restrained for twenty years, bursting out from the soul.
There was a towering shadow rising from his broken body, showing the terrible majesty of the Immovable Wisdom King. There was a murderous flame burning in his eyes, together with his soul.
In the frozen time, the flowing light shrank into a line, and the will and determination in the furnace turned into steel. Reversing the boundary between life and death, stirring up the axis of heaven and earth, and everything in the world was shattered!
— — Endless Sea of Bitterness, Freedom!
This was the once-in-a-lifetime, Draw the Sword!
Slash!
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