A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

Chapter 183 Kenshin: Don't talk nonsense, I didn't kill Kiyosato Akira.

Nighttime, the streets of Kyoto.

In a quiet alley, three Kyoto Shojidai (officials of the same rank) of varying heights were patrolling the area with lanterns.

"There are more and more executioners appearing lately, and some of them are clearly much stronger in martial arts than before."

The tallest of them all, nearly 1.75 meters tall, was Kyoto's Shojidai Doshin—Shigekura Jubei. As he spoke, he picked up a lantern and shone it into a small alleyway beside him.

After seeing that there was no one around, I breathed a sigh of relief, but also wondered if I should change jobs.

Many of my colleagues at the company have been murdered this year.

Even now, when they go out on patrol, they dare not wear the feather robes issued by the government.

I hope everything will be alright tonight...

"A highly skilled executioner? You mean that one, the executioner known as 'Battosai'?"

Another guard, named Ishichi, who had a shaved head and was slightly older, and was the shortest of the three, continued the conversation with Jubei Shigekura.

"Hmm." Jubei Shigekura closed his eyes, slowly nodded, and then his expression became unusually serious. While surveying the road ahead, he solemnly said:

"With Kyoto in such a mess, it's time for the masters of Edo to step in and take care of things."

"Huh? They're coming? Then I'll be able to witness the splendor of the Yamada family's samurai once again?"

The most handsome of the three, and also a samurai from an Edo-era hatamoto samurai family, Kiyosato Akira, immediately brightened up and said excitedly.

The other two, upon seeing his expression, exchanged glances and then gave each other helpless smiles.

Kiyosato Akira, in order to make a name for himself, did not hesitate to travel all the way from Edo to Kyoto to work hard.

Because in Edo, it was extremely difficult for samurai to rise in the ranks by maintaining order and apprehending criminals.

With the mountain of swordsmanship looming over Edo, all samurai in the Kanto region regarded Edo as a sacred place of martial arts.

Even more remarkably, a hermit from Mount Takao openly offered to buy criminals, claiming he wanted to conduct research on the ways of the immortals.

As a result of these measures, despite Edo being a large city with a population of millions, its public safety was surprisingly good.

Some officials would even deliberately stage accidents involving ordinary people to extort money from criminals, then falsely accuse them of offending the officials, and force them to be taken to Mount Takao to exchange for money from the celestial beings.

The shogunate used to turn a blind eye to this behavior, and they wanted to remind the celestial beings of Mount Takao to be more discreet in their actions.

As a result, the irritable Zhu Jin flew directly to Edo Castle, had a friendly chat with the shogun, and the shogunate completely turned a blind eye and chose to pretend not to see it.

"Oh, you get so excited just thinking about it." Ishichi shook his head speechlessly, then turned his expression, took a few steps over to Kiyosato Akira, nudged him with his shoulder, and winked as he said:

"How about we change to a more interesting topic?"

"How about we go for a drink later? By the way, Mingliang, you're going back to Edo to get married next month, right?"

At this point, Jubei Shigekura's eyes lit up, and he jokingly said:

"I've heard about it too, and Mingliang, your wife is a famous beauty! You've really hit the jackpot!"

"No, Jubei-nii-san!" Kiyosato Akira's features scrunched up, and after saying this with a headache, he scratched the back of his head and said with a silly grin:

"Even so, I feel a little embarrassed. In this chaotic era, everyone is striving for their careers, but I..."

The three chatted and laughed, making the originally serious and heavy patrol more lively.

At that moment, a dark figure appeared on the rooftop, and from within the shadows, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes coldly stared down at the three of them.

"Hey, you must be Jubei Shigekura, the Kyoto Shojidai."

Ok?

The sound rang out, and the three quickly turned around, only to find that behind them stood a warrior with a very youthful face but striking red hair, who was looking at them with an unfriendly expression.

Before the three could ask any questions, the man continued:

"Although we have no grudge against each other..."

"But for the sake of the new era, I have no choice but to ask you to die!"

"Himura Battosai, the righteous hero of the Choshu Restoration..."

"Come on!"

click!

The sword was drawn, and a flash of cold light shone in the dark space.

The blade reflected the tranquil Kyoto under the night sky, as well as Kenshin Himura's murderous gaze.

The distance of a few meters between the two sides seemed to disappear. At the same time as the sword was drawn, a sword aura pierced through the air and immediately struck Shigekura Jubei's face before he could react.

Blood splattered everywhere, and without even a scream, Kiyosato Akira watched as his colleague fell backward, only half his face remaining.

His hands and feet were ice-cold, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably. Before he could even draw his sword, the stone ground beside him launched a counterattack.

What might seem like a swift attack to an ordinary person was like slow motion to Kenshin.

He easily dodged it, and then jumped up on the spot.

Kenshin gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and slammed it down onto the stone ground above his head.

【Flying Sword Style - Dragon Hammer Flash】

With a soft thud, like an iron rod being smashed into a watermelon, Kenshin's sword hilt was forcefully driven into Shiji's head.

The latter's eyeballs bulged outwards, as if they were about to pop out, accompanied by nosebleeds, and his eyeballs rolled upwards, resulting in his instant death.

"Brother Jubei, Brother Ishiji!"

Kiyosato Akira, who had just come to his senses, saw his two friends die tragically one after another. His anger subsided, and he immediately drew his sword and charged at Himura Kenshin.

I will avenge my comrades!

With his hands in a fighting stance, before he could even strike, Jianxin suddenly appeared before him as if teleporting, slashing down with his blade and pinning him firmly against the wall.

Kiyosato Akira was frozen in place, staring at Kenshin's blade as he pressed his own katana against his chest, the blade stained with his comrade's blood about to sever his neck.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

With a roar, he used all his strength to push away the sword heart, and then, like a madman, began to swing wildly.

At this moment, he forgot all the teachings of his kendo master and the moves he had practiced.

He only instinctively slashed with all his might, hoping to kill the opponent as quickly as possible.

But his idea was destined to fail.

Kenshin simply adjusted his stance, casually parried twice, and pushed the opponent away. Taking advantage of the opening in the opponent's chest, he stepped forward and slashed with his sword.

Figures passed each other, and beads of blood rose before their eyes.

Feeling his pectoral muscles separating to the sides, and the excruciating pain emanating from his bones, Kiyosato Akira knew that his opponent's knife had actually cut through him!

His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

Kiyosato Akira struggled to crawl forward; at this moment, he didn't want to fight anymore, he just wanted to escape.

"I can't die..."

"We're finally getting married soon, and I'll soon be able to spend my life with her..."

"I can't die, ah..."

Standing with his legs apart behind Kiyosato Akira, Kenshin katana spun, now held in reverse with both hands, ready to deliver the final blow to his opponent.

But at that moment, a long-bladed katana, glowing with an eerie red light, pierced Kiyosato Akira's head before he could.

on the roof.

"I said, is this how you save people?"

"Did I say I would save him? I remember telling you to turn him into a cannibal."

"cut."

Doma, whose face was half-hidden by the fan in the hall, rolled his eyes speechlessly as he watched the figure float down from the roof.

What, can't you just admit that you accidentally dropped it?

Looking at Kiyosato Akira, whose head was stuck with a large katana and whose body was still twitching, and Himura Kenshin, who was standing on top of him with his legs spread apart and looking completely bewildered, Doma's eyes suddenly formed crescent moons, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"This world is only interesting when you're here."

"Taiyi."