Chapter 8 I am not a murderous person
"..."
Seeing the leader who was blinded by an instant shot and his companions who had their spines broken by a fist, the remaining warriors After reacting, he was stunned for a moment almost at the same time.
That is this moment.
Snapped! !
The shockwave of the punch scattered the rain in the air, causing it to break into pieces and make an explosive sound.
Kumokawa's figure suddenly swooped down from mid-air like an eagle in a counterintuitive movement.
The samurai, who was used to practicing meditation and drawing swords, was not slow to react. Especially after seeing the strange death of his companion, he did not dare to underestimate him. After almost being driven by instinct he turned sideways to avoid Kumokawa's punch.
But, it's a pity...
"I'm not some reckless man who can only shake his fists."
Kumokawa's smiling voice reached the warrior's ears, and the fist that flashed sideways suddenly glowed with coldness.
Poof!!
In an instant, the two warriors sidestepped to avoid the fists, but they failed to avoid the broken blade he held.
The armor that could withstand ninja tools and even ninjutsu could not resist being cut by a blade. The blade drew two splashes of blood at the throat where the samurai's armor was weak.
The fourth and fifth warriors came from behind, but before they could launch their attacks, Kumokawa was already kneeling on the shoulders of another warrior.
"You don't act like a qualified samurai."
Facing the samurai in front of him who slashed wildly and violently, but appeared messy and frightened, Kumokawa just narrowed his eyes and chuckled before finding the gaping hole in front of him.
boom!!
Only the phalanx of the middle finger was exposed from the clenched fist, which instantly stabbed out like a blade, hitting the warrior's throat with great force and decisiveness!
——Jab, also called "cutting".
Among the fighting skills provided by the [Bullseye] template, they are also skills that combine speed and strength.
If the place where he is attacking is too fragile, he will kill the opponent with one blow, and the power of Kumokawa's punch can be known just by listening to the sound of cutting through the air.
After the sudden moment, he turned around suddenly and looked behind him.
Click! Click!!
Two crisp sounds of bone cracking sounded almost at the same time, and the two warriors below and in front of him froze in place.
Kumokawa turned his head 180 degrees towards the samurai behind him, even the tough samurai could not help but feel a sense of fear.
In the ninja world, in addition to the five superpowers and small countries like the Rain Country that serve as buffer zones, there are also a few neutral countries that have established special diplomatic relations with other countries and have special status and functions.
For example, the hometown and country of these warriors.
——The Kingdom of Iron.
The reason why this country has been able to become a neutral country and has not been invaded or annexed by other countries is that it has a harsh and cold geographical environment, is located in a coastal area, and it does not share borders with big countries.
On the other hand, the most important reason is actually because of "political factors."
There are no ninjas in the Iron Kingdom, but they are samurai with special culture, authority and combat power.
The era of samurai has gradually come to an end due to the emergence of ninjas, but they have always been favored by nobles who do not trust ninjas.
In particular, the ancient education that samurai received since childhood allowed them to always adhere to the honor and loyalty of samurai, even sacrificing their lives for the benefit of the nobility.
It is precisely because of this special status that samurai warriors can spread all over the ninja world, and the Iron Kingdom can be "neutral".
The samurai standing in front of Kumokawa now are all the guards of the Daimyo of the Land of Rain, and they are the most fearless among the samurai.
However, at this moment, they deeply felt fear!
"Ah! Die!!" The samurai couldn't help but roared, as if to regain his courage, his hands holding the sword turned white with force.
On the contrary, Kumokawa's movements did not stop at all, and the broken blade in his hand made a sound that shook the rain curtain.
Different from the previous situation where there was nowhere to borrow power in the air, the moment the broken blade shot into the sight hole of the warrior's faceplate, it flew backwards with its entire head and body, nailing him to the ground like a mosquito and unable to move.
"Damn it! Damn it! Where is it?!"
The samurai leader trembled and turned to look at the place where his men died and made the sound, but his blood-soaked eyes could only see a bottomless darkness.
He had never been so helpless.
In his perception, there was no shadow of Kumokawa at all.
I can only feel that the rain is getting heavier and the wind is getting colder.
No.
That was Kumokawa's figure flying among several samurai.
It was the broken blade in his hand that stirred up a cold wind and a rain of blood.
Flesh and blood are flying everywhere, the scene is bloody, and the screams are bone-piercing.
In front of Kumokawa, the samurai wearing thick armor were so clumsy that they were dismantled like large dolls.
However, what gushes out from the gap is not cotton wool, but scarlet, sticky blood!
"Ouch!!"
"Devil! Devil!"
"Run! Get out of the way! Don't block the road!"
This scene was like a large-scale slaughter scene. The civilians in the distance could not help but vomit, and they moved away from them with hands and feet in fear.
With this cruel and horrific killing method, no one dared to regard Kumokawa as a gentle child like the previous refugees.
"Ah!!"
The helpless samurai leader could only slash blindly, but the knees of both legs were stepped on and broken.
He knelt down on one knee, howling in pain, and then his consciousness finally fell into darkness.
"Actually, I'm not a murderous person."
Kumokawa gently waved his palm, and the collected blood drops splashed from the fist bones to the ground. He looked at the girl behind him who was hugging his brother tightly, and said in a gentle tone: "You Do you believe it?"
Behind him, a thin line of blood appeared on the neck of the warrior leader, gradually extending...
Bang!
The head rolled to the ground with a thump, and the stiff body collapsed.
The sound of the corpse falling was so dull that it seemed to hit the hearts of others.
——That is the weight of life lost.
"..."
The girl was covered in mud. She looked up at Kumokawa's face, and finally nodded: "You are a good person."
Even though she just noticed a chill on her neck.
Obviously, the other party had been eyeing her life, because she had just stood in front of the other party.
However, if the other party really wanted to attack her, she would be dead now and there would be no room for change. She would not even be able to say anything to beg for mercy.
In other words, the other party saved her and her brother, and then spared her own life.
So, the girl can draw the conclusion.
——He is a good man.
"Good man?"
In the distance, everyone seemed to be strangled by the neck, especially Yahiko, who had a pale face and couldn't make a sound at all. Hearing the conversation between the two, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Sounds like a joke.
But this joke is not funny at all!
However, Kumokawa could tell that the girl was telling the truth.
As long as he saves her and her brother, he is a good person. Is the life and death of others completely irrelevant?
"Compared with that naive kid, you are really a realistic girl... But I just like kids like you."
As if he heard the joke, Kumokawa couldn't help laughing, and then whispered: "I mean, instead of selling it to that incompetent daimyo, would you like to find a better buyer for your soul?"
Selling your soul to the devil is not sad. What is really sad is that you did not sell it for a suitable price.
The girl felt that the man in front of her who looked more like a demon might be able to give a better price.