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

Chapter 135 Departure, Satsuma and Kagoshima!

Three days later.

The prison of the Eastern Magistrate's Office in Edo.

In the cell, Huameiwan rolled her dead fish eyes and used a charcoal stick to press against the wall, preparing to add the last horizontal stroke of the fourth "正" character.

"I really don't understand why the Sword Master Taiyi insists on making me live here..."

"Why is it that A-Xia, who is also a ninja, can appear in the adult's room?"

"I'm clearly stronger, shouldn't I be the one protecting you, sir?"

ta ta ta ......

Ok?

Footsteps sounded, and several constables stood outside the railing. Looking at Huameimaru, who had his back to them and was writing on the wall, the town magistrate, Murakami Yoshirei, said expressionlessly:

“Prisoner Huameiwan, please come with me to the execution ground in Lingzhi Forest.”

"Huh? What are you going there for?"

"Today is the day you are executed."

ha?

......

Click!

The sound of a katana breaking rang out overhead. Huameiwan sat cross-legged on the ground, craning his neck, looking down at the broken piece of the katana with a blank expression, remaining silent.

"Didn't I tell you not to resist?!"

Yoshirei Murakami, standing to the side, shouted in exasperation.

Beside Huameiwan, the officer in charge of the execution slowly raised the broken sword. Staring at the clean cut, his eyes widened, and his body trembled as he said:

"Blade..."

Then, glancing at Huameiwan's unharmed neck, he muttered to himself:

"Is this also a ninjutsu???"

Why can't I die...?

No, why isn't he dead yet!

Unaware of the others' astonishment, Huameiwan recalled a poem that Taiyi had once recited in front of him.

Only when the blade is broken do we know it's over; as the flowers scatter, joy is boundless.

The eerie winds and hellish landscapes create a captivating scene, a fleeting dream that awakens us from our slumber.

In the dungeon.

Wearing a black ninja outfit, with his hands cuffed in shackles, Huameimaru recounts his childhood training process.

Lean less.

Sōkiri knelt opposite him, took out the small notebook he used to record the life of the person before killing them, and wrote down everything that Hōmeimaru had just said.

After finishing writing, she lowered her eyelids, her tone devoid of any emotion, and asked in a flat tone:

"So, even without using ninjutsu, the ninjas of the Stone Village have incredibly tough bodies?"

Forehead......

With a twitch at the corner of her eye, Huameiwan looked at the expressionless Sachi and wanted to make a comment, but after glancing to the side, she swallowed her words.

Speechless, he could only turn his head to the side and resist with silence.

"Can you use ninjutsu?"

"After all, you're a ninja."

"Can I take a look?"

I rely on!

"I... I won't!"

With veins bulging at the corners of his eyes, Huameiwan slowly raised his head and said with a displeased expression.

"Ugh......"

Sachi slowly rose to his feet, sighed, and then addressed the town magistrate, Yoshirei Murakami, outside the fence:

"My lord, please continue to torture Huameiwan."

As the prison door opened, a group of officers rushed in and took Huameiwan away.

Huh? No way!

Huameiwan stared wide-eyed at Zuoqie, then looked to the other side, and wanted to say something again, but her expression froze, and she lowered her head in great frustration, choosing to remain silent.

He was then tied to a pillar and began to be burned at the stake.

In Edo, burning at the stake was a punishment used to punish arsonists.

All criminals who were to be executed were tied to wooden stakes with piles of firewood at their feet.

As the flames ignite, the sinners will be choked by smoke and burned, experiencing all the torment of those they have burned to death, before finally dying.

When it came to Huameiwan, apart from being burned naked and having holy light shimmering below his abdomen, he was completely unharmed.

"Hey, is that enough?"

Huameiwan sat cross-legged on the ground, covering the holy light with both hands, and shouted at Zuoqie.

"Let's change to another form of punishment."

Saki remained expressionless and spoke calmly to the town magistrate beside him.

"Yes, Miss Zoche."

The officers lifted Huameiwan up, put him in shackles, laid him flat on the ground, and then tied ropes around his neck and limbs.

As the mooing sound rang out, five robust oxen were led to the execution ground by the officials.

"Pull harder!"

Snapped!

Five loud cracks of whips rang out, and the oxen desperately pulled at Huameiwan's limbs and neck in five directions.

"That's enough, it's too boring."

Huameiwan lay on the ground, her body being pulled into a suspended state.

Then he looked at the sky, muttered something under his breath, and suddenly pulled his body in.

Bang!

He actually pulled five oxen into the air, and they all crashed into each other.

"this......"

Murakami Yoshirei stared wide-eyed at the eyebrow-shaped pill, his mind completely blank.

Is this even possible? Is he even human?

Zorchet remained calm, turning his head to look to the side before nodding and continuing:

"Change to deep-frying."

As a result, the old man's head cracked from the heat, but the eyebrow pills were completely fine.

Back in the dungeon, Huameimaru and Zuoqie stood facing each other, while the other officers stood behind Zuoqie.

click!

With a flick of his left thumb, the greatsword slowly emerged from its sheath.

Looking at the gleaming blade, Huamei Maru swallowed hard, a rare occurrence for him, and said in a hoarse voice:

"What are you trying to do...?"

Shhh!

After drawing his sword, Sakiri placed his index finger in front of his lips, signaling to Hakumei-maru not to speak.

"Ishu Escape Blade, Eyebrow-Worshiping Maru, the shogunate has ordered your execution."

Holding the knife in both hands, horizontally in front of his nose, and looking at his own eyes reflected in the blade, Zorche continued:

"Didn't you say you wanted to be killed? Well then, I'll grant your wish!"

A blue aura rose from the palm and then began to spread towards the blade.

Seeing that Sorcerer was about to get serious, Huameiwan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instantly realized that if this slash came down, he would really be decapitated!

I am!

Is this ever going to end?! Zorche!

Swish!

A flash of blue light, and the blade's edge was sharp!

The eyebrow-drawing pill shattered the shackles instantly, and at the same time, it bent backward sharply.

As he watched the great katana sweep past him, and saw his own face reflected on the blade, his eyes suddenly changed, and boundless killing intent burst forth.

He braced himself with one hand, twisted his body and bent his legs, then moved quickly, pulling out the attendant from the waist of an official, and then slashed fiercely at Zuoqie.

Ding!

Sparks flew as blades clashed.

Huameiwan glared at Zuoqie through gritted teeth, but the other remained expressionless and said calmly:

"A knife can reflect a person's heart. If you say you want to die, you're lying."

With a twitch of his eye, Huameiwan remained silent.

"You really want to live because..."

"You deeply love your wife!"

That's enough!

boom!

With a burst of momentum, Zoche retreated abruptly.

Five-colored energy rippled around Huameiwan, and her clenched fists were enveloped in a thick layer of fist energy.

"I am Garan's Eyebrow-Painting Pill!"

"It's a heartless monster!"

"What I desire is simply impossible to achieve!"

Shouting, Huameiwan's body suddenly swelled up, blood vessels bulged from under the skin, and a slow white mist rose from his seven orifices.

He leaped up rapidly, pulled his arm back to gather strength, and instantly condensed five-colored fist energy, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Zuoqie.

"stop!"

"OK!"

Sakiri gripped his greatsword tightly behind his back, and with his left hand, he abruptly unfurled a scroll. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he spoke to Hakumei-maru:

"This is the shogunate's pardon. As long as you agree to go to Paradise Island, all the crimes you committed before will be wiped clean!"

Ha ha.

Huameiwan stood still, pulled up the veil around his neck until his mouth and nose were completely covered, then lowered his head and said softly:

"I see. You said you wanted to see ninjutsu before, right?"

"Then you'd better open your eyes and watch!"

Call ~

Five-colored flames ignited on his body, and then he immediately disappeared from the spot, reappearing among Murakami Yoshirei and the others.

Crack! Snap! Boom! Throat!

More than a dozen officials were all knocked down by Huameiwan with a few punches and kicks, and their faces were blackened by the flames.

Sitting on these people's laps, Huameimaru tilted his head, looked at Zuoqie, and raised his chin in a very provocative manner.

Tsk~

This time, it was Zuoqie's turn to twitch his eyes, tuck his chin in slightly, and look at Huameiwan with a displeased expression.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

As applause erupted, the two turned their heads to one side in unison, and Huameiwan even flipped over and knelt on one knee.

"Great, great, it really evokes vivid imagery."

"Although the details don't match the comic, it's already quite remarkable that it's been recreated to this extent."

hehe......

Saki and Hakumaru exchanged a glance, then rolled their dead fish eyes at the grinning Taiichi, internally grumbling.

"Alright, alright, this is one of the few requests I make of you."

Tai nodded and said with a smile.

"Sir, the performance is over. Where are we going next?"

"Hmm, good question."

Tai nodded, turned and slowly walked towards the cell door. As he passed the two men, he spoke calmly:

"Next, we should move to another place."

"Where?"

"Zocer asked, looking rather naive."

"Satsuma, Kagoshima!"

Taiyi grinned, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, while his eyes shone like the sun, dazzling and glittering.