I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

The height of the man standing at the mouth of the valley cannot be described as amazing.

The stalwart figure with a height of more than 7 feet is daunting.

No matter whether it was Qing Taro or the rest of his subordinates, they all had to raise their heads high to see the giant's head.

This giant is dressed in black and white monk clothes, with a pair of two-tooth clogs on his feet, and a large naginata on his shoulder.

Both the monk's robe on his body and the big naginata on his shoulder were all covered with blood, but the giant showed a look of indifference to the blood on his body.

At his feet lay three mutilated corpses—Ao Taro recognized them, and these three were all his subordinates who had followed him for a while.

Looking at the three corpses at his feet, Qing Taro's face darkened immediately.

Anyone with eyes can see that these three corpses were all done by this giant.

If it was someone else, Qing Taro might have killed this bastard who dared to kill his recruited subordinates with a single sword.

But at this time, Qing Taro had to suppress his killing intent and the idea of ​​doing it.

Just this huge figure is full of deterrence.

Even though the giant was wearing a loose monk's robe, Aotaro could still feel the bulging, powerful muscles on the giant's body through the monk's robe.

It is not difficult to see from the way he holds the naginata that he is a master of naginata.

In a word - this guy is not easy to mess with.

Therefore, even though he was already furious, Qing Taro had to suppress his anger and be patient, planning to negotiate with this giant.

However——before he could say a word, Shichiemon on the side stretched out his hand one step ahead of time to stop him.

"Master Aotaro." Shichiemon said softly, "Let me negotiate with this guy."

"Good eloquence and excellent negotiating skills are the few strengths of this subordinate, let me down."

The reason why Shichiemon so actively asked him to negotiate with this giant,

It's purely just to express myself more, so that I can have more good impressions in Qing Taro's heart.

Now that he has joined Aotaro's organization, Shichiemon has accepted this fact early and has already made corresponding plans.

Shichiemon's current plan is to find ways to get promoted step by step under Qing Taro's command.

After Qing Taro has enough right to speak, no matter what he does, it will be much easier.

Shichiemon even envisioned a very distant future - when he has enough voice under Qing Taro in the future, he might be able to replace Qing Taro and take over the power of Qing Taro.

At that time, he, the "former bandit leader", will be able to make a comeback.

Nanaimon's only strength is eloquence, and what he is best at is negotiating.

Therefore, there are not many opportunities for Shichiemon to perform on such an island.

So Shichiemon's eyes lit up when he saw this giant coming to the door - because the opportunity to perform came.

Finally came the opportunity to perform, Shichiemon naturally did not want to let go of this rare opportunity, and took the initiative to express to Aintaro that he would personally come to negotiate with the giant.

As for Aintaro, after he glanced at Shichiemon and pondered for a while——

"...Okay, it's up to you to negotiate with this guy. Ask him exactly what he's here for."

Although Nanaimon is just a newcomer who just joined them tonight, after a brief contact, Aotaro has discovered that Nanaimon's thinking is very quick and his eloquence is also very good-at least above him.

So after some weighing, Qing Taro decided to hand over the task of negotiating with this giant to Shichiemon.

"Yes!" Seeing that Aotaro agreed to let him negotiate with the giant, Shichiemon suppressed his joy.

Clearing his throat and taking a few steps forward, he stood behind the giant and said loudly:

"May I ask you to visit our shelter late at night, what's your business?"

The giant's face was boxy and unremarkable.

His eyes rolled down, and he glanced at Shichiemon standing in front of him.

"...My name is Yichun." The giant replied in a low voice, "Wandering around this island casually, I heard someone talking when I passed by here, so I came to take a look."

The giant who called himself Izumi glanced at Aotaro and the others standing in front of him, who were looking at him with various eyes.

"You..." Shichiemon was about to ask Kazumi a second question when Kazumi suddenly interrupted:

"You've got a lot of people here. That's great..."

As Kazumi spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Let me help you ascend to the Western Paradise."

"Huh?" Qiweimen showed doubts, and didn't understand the meaning of Kazumi's words just now, "Running...the Western Paradise...? What do you mean?"

As soon as Shichiemon's words fell, a strong wind hit his head from top to bottom.

And the thing that blew this gust of wind... was the big naginata in Kazumi's hand.

The large naginata cut into Nanaimon's head from top to bottom, and cut out from Nanaimon's crotch, directly dividing Nanaimon into left and right halves.

"It's literally."——this was the last sentence Shichiemon heard in his life.

At the last moment when Kazun's naginata slashed his head, Shichiemon suddenly recalled his whole life, and recalled everything that happened since he landed on this Butterfly Island.

At the last moment of his life, he suddenly realized that on this island, his eloquence and negotiation skills that he was proud of had never seemed to be of much use...

After splitting Nanamimon in two, Kazumi didn't stop, rounded the naginata in his hand, and slashed forward again.

This time, Izumi's target is - Qing Taro.

Looking at the rapidly enlarged naginata blade in his field of vision, Aotaro's pupils suddenly shrank.

The body subconsciously pulls out the wakizashi at the waist, and blocks forward.

clang! !

Aotaro felt as if a mountain was hitting him.

The sound of gold and iron clashing can be described as deafening.

Unable to bear the impact, Qing Taro flew backwards and hit the rock wall behind him heavily.

After his back came into intimate contact with the rock wall, severe pain spread throughout his body, and Aotaro even had the illusion that his internal organs might be misplaced.

After coughing violently a few times, Aoutaro glanced at the Wakizashi in his hand—the blade of his Wakizawa broke a big gap at this moment.

After inspecting the damage to the weapon, Aotaro hurriedly looked in front of him.

Ahead of him, a massacre was going on.

Yichun frantically waved the naginata in his hand, splashing out cloud after cloud of blood mist.

The subordinates he gathered with great difficulty were being slaughtered by Yichun.