"It was very similar, but I had heard another version before. Do you want to hear it?"Aoba was not in a hurry to make a move. After all, he had committed quite a few minor crimes. It was better to let everyone leave the Land of Iron first.
Hirata Yasuyuki smiled carelessly, "Did she tell you that I killed her father and other people and finally occupied the dojo?"
Then he showed a sad face, "Actually, I don't blame her, because after the death of the old head, her mental state has always been awful, and she often has all kinds of inexplicable fantasies. It's all my fault. It's my fault for not taking good care of her. However, even if she has gone crazy, she is still my fiancee. I will definitely marry her and take care of her for the rest of my life. This way, I won't let down the trust and instructions of the old head!"
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An expert!
Looking at these guys who were played by him and looked so moved that they were about to cry, Aoba really admired this guy.
If you have the ability, why don't you try to fool the 'voters' and run for the position of the Head Leader and open a dojo here?
What a waste of talent!
If it were Gekkou Hayate, he would probably be fooled into a cripple.
It's just a pity. I am also an expert in tricking people!
Next time you make up a story, don't keep staring at this sword, okay?
If you are really so affectionate, why haven't you asked about the life and death of Saito Asuka since you came on stage?
Shouldn't you care about her first and then care about the sword?
Your acting is inconsistent with your character.
After cursing him in his heart, Aoba just stood there happily and watched him perform.
Seeing this, Hirata Yasuyuki also realized that the other party did not believe him at all and was just looking at him as a joke.
"Ninja of the Country of Grass, put down the sword now… and I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, you may never see tomorrow's sun again."
He looked soft, but once he opened his mouth, you would know he was the old villain.
"What? Are you trying to gouge my eyes out?" Aoba asked.
"You're courting death! Go! Kill him and take the saber back!"
The group of people couldn't wait any longer and immediately pulled out their katana, wanting to hack him to death.
After observing their strength, Aoba curled his lips and shook his head. He wasn't in a hurry to counterattack. [Hardening], [Busoshoku Haki], and [Halo Thorns] activated all of them!
In any case, the time limit was one hour, and it would only take a few minutes to deal with this group of trash.
Before this, of course, he had to stay a bit longer so that Mikawa-sensei and the others could evacuate further so as to avoid more trouble.
Therefore, as a ninja of Flesh Escape, he was directly surrounded by this group of warriors and slashed randomly!
Hirata Yasuyuki immediately revealed a sinister smile.
He was so worried that she asked someone to test him. It seemed that that b * tch had no other choice but to find such a little ghost to scare people.
However, why did this sound a little wrong?
The sound of a sharp blade cutting into the flesh should not be 'dang dang dang dang'.
Then he saw the few people around the little ghost begin to retreat as if they had seen a ghost.
"Monster! Monster!"
Their hands were numb, but the 'monster' in front of them was unharmed!
It was as if they had brought the wrong weapon today, not a sword, but a toy sword!
But even if it was a toy sword, it should at least give a reaction!
Even Hirata Yasuyuki's expression became dull. Why is it like this? Are you all people who cut with the back of their swords?
At this moment, Aoba yawned and said, "Eh? Continue! I can only maintain this state for a few minutes. If you don't believe me, you can try!"
"F*ck! This kid is too crazy! Chop him!"
"Right, chop him!"
"Watch my Triple Slash!"
"Violent Wind Saber Flow!"
"Go to hell!"
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
It was as if the rhythm of the sword had been hacked.
He was going to ascend to the heavens!
A minute later, the sword in the hand of a certain someone suddenly broke into two with a 'kacha' sound. However, what was even more outrageous was that the broken sword was directly nailed to the forehead of a person next to him, and he died on the spot!
"Pfft. Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you. You guys continue to work hard. I'm going to be unable to hold on. I'm going to die soon. Aiya, I'm so weak."
Are you a devil?
The people brought by Hirata Yasuyuki were all frightened and didn't know what to do.
Then, they heard Hirata Yasuyuki shout angrily, "This is just an accident. What are you afraid of? Chop him to death! Whoever can kill him, I will promote him to the head instructor!"
Many people's eyes lit up. In any case, the other side did not fight back, so what was there to be afraid of?
As a result, a new round of clanging sounds began.
"Violent Wind Saber Flow!"
"Violent Wind Slash!"
"I slash, chop, chop, chop, chop!"
"I can't hold on any longer. The web between my thumb and forefinger has been torn apart. I can't even hold my saber steadily!"
"Change! Change!"
"Quick, quick, quick! You guys go and rest. The rest of you, follow me!"
"I don't believe it. Slash, Slash, Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!"
In the face of everyone's siege, Aoba, who had activated the state of' Flesh Escape ', acting like this.
"Yes, that's it! Kill me directly!"
"Give me a few more times on your neck. It seems like you fell off a bit yesterday."
"Did you not eat your fill? Use more strength!"
"F*ck! Who the f*ck is going to cut my lower part? I'll remember you. You're going to die soon!"
"Hey, look how you hold your sword! You almost killed the person next to you. Why don't you learn your lesson?"
"All of you, focus your attention on me! If you're a brother, then come and cut me!"
Aoba teased everyone as he looked at the unhappy person. It was as if he was teaching his naughty grandson a lesson.
They were very aggrieved, but they could only endure it!
Even if they couldn't bear it, they couldn't do it. The sword had already slashed the blade. Even if it was a stone, it should have been split open!
After chopping for five minutes, the people brought by Hirata Yasuyuki finally couldn't stand still. The swords were thrown to the ground, and their hands were covered in blood as they trembled. They looked at a certain' monster 'with dull eyes.
This was the first time they experienced such a desperate experience!
Standing there and letting you chop, if you can't even chop it, is there anything more desperate than this!
The disheartened samurais were unmoved no matter how Hirata Yasuyuki shouted.
They were really tired.