Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 445, 442. When ashes gather, fire will ignite (2)

On a street two kilometers outside Tokyo Tower, three young swordsmen, under the moonlight, were besieging an immortal monster wielding two swords.

Around them, dozens of people lay dying on the ground—all felled by the twin-sword monster.

"Damn it. At this rate, I'm definitely going to die." Nan Hehui took two steps back, using his katana to support himself on the ground, panting heavily.

His clothes were disheveled, his wet hair clung to his forehead, and his body was covered in knife marks and bloodstains, a testament to the arduousness of the battle.

Their "sword-drawing squad," relying on their numbers, along with the [Sage's Elixir] and specially crafted soul-science-based blades, could have managed to hold their own against Kamikaze 4, slowly wearing him down through a war of attrition.

However, after the "premature sacrifice" began, they all started to have uncontrollable headaches. Kamikaze No. 4 immediately seized the opportunity and cut down several of their key members, putting them at an irreversible disadvantage.

Now, this disadvantage has widened considerably; most of the swordsmen in the sword-drawing squad are seriously injured and lying on the ground, leaving only three who are still capable of fighting.

Minami Kazuki, Iwata Mitsuru, Miyamoto Aki.

Miyamoto Aki was in extremely poor condition. He had been slashed in the chest while covering the others, leaving a deep, gruesome gash that exposed bone, and he was kneeling on the ground, panting. If it weren't for his exceptional physique and fighting spirit as a "Special Grade High School Student," he would have already passed out.

As for the other two, they should have been defeated long ago. It was only because Kamikaze 4 occasionally fell into a sluggish state of "left brain attacking right brain" when facing them that it gave them several chances to escape death.

However, this does not mean that Kamikaze 4 cannot kill them.

"Gaz!!" Kamikaze No. 4 flashed in front of Iwata Mitsuru and swung his sword down.

"Brother... Brother, do you really not remember me?! Wake up!!" Iwata Mitsuru hurriedly blocked the way, his tears already dried up.

However, Kamikaze No. 4 seemed to have completely lost its mind, slashing mercilessly with each strike, determined to kill all enemies who stood in its way—even its most beloved younger brother.

"Stop fantasizing, he's not your brother anymore!" Nan Hehui shoved aside Iwata Mitsuru, who was about to collapse, with his shoulder, and gritted his teeth to parry the two blades coming at him. The impact made his wrists sting, and blood spurted from his tiger's mouth again.

Although he had heard of the "Kamikaze Immortals" before, it was only after actually fighting them that Nan Hehui truly understood how terrifying they were—superhuman physical abilities, master-level swordsmanship, and immortality, making them virtually invincible!
Even with their numerical advantage, the special weapons, potions, and intelligence provided by Ms. Kagari, and the two "Iwata Tou and the people he cares about most" acting as bait to restrain them, they still had no chance of winning.

As Kamikaze 4 spun around and slashed at him again, Nan Hehui felt a sharp pain in both arms and was too weak to fight.

"Is it over?" Seeing the knife getting closer and closer to his face, he released the hilt and chose to give up.

"call out--!"

A white shadow flashed by, and a baseball shot out, hitting Identity Number Two squarely in the face.

"Bang—!" The baseball was as fast as a cannonball. Kamikaze No. 4's head was hit hard, his head tilted back unnaturally, and his body lost its balance and took two steps back.

"Nice Shoot! Baseball boy—!" A rough and bold male voice came from not far away.

Nan Hehui turned around in shock and saw two young men who looked like high school students walking towards them.

A man, though not tall, was broad-shouldered and burly, carrying a baseball bat on his shoulder; the baseball he had just shot was clearly his.

One of them was nearly two meters tall, with thick, hard arms and shoulders so broad that a horse could run across them; standing still, he was like a high wall.

"Hey, kendo kid!" The two-meter-tall giant instantly turned his gaze to the disheveled Miyamoto Aki and couldn't help but laugh:
"My formidable rival, it would be such a disservice not to call me over for such a fun fight!"

Upon seeing the two, Miyamoto Aki couldn't help but cough twice, chuckling, "Hehe... cough cough cough! What brings you here?"

Nan Hehui had accompanied his master to Takamagahara Peak Academy, which is why he recognized the two of them.

"High School Baseball Master" Daikichi Momota; "High School Fighter" Ichiri Sakuragi.

He especially remembered Sakuragi. This guy was known as the "Born Warrior," and it was said that he once single-handedly took down fifty high school delinquents in middle school, enduring dozens of stab wounds without falling. He had sparred with Master Miyamoto several times, with each side winning about half the time.

Although Master Miyamoto once said that his opponent was the type of enemy he hated facing the most, the two often sparred and exchanged ideas, and their relationship was quite good.

Did they appear at this time to lend a hand?

"So many interesting things are happening in Tokyo, yet we're stuck in school feeling bored. That's just too much!" Sakuragi Ichiri clenched her fists, then started to loosen her muscles, as if preparing for a fight.

"Besides, I don't need that 'Gensokyo' thing! I won't allow that old monster to sacrifice all my good friends!"

Then he pointed to the baseball player next to him: "Him too, yelling something like 'If all humans died, there would be no baseball to play, I don't want such a boring world,' and then he came with me~ Wahahahaha!"

"Sigh—" Momota Daikichi sighed helplessly, clearly unable to bear the loud mouth of the classmate next to him:
"It was the 'mercenary' who led us out of the school. She found you fighting here, so we came to help."

"Help... cough cough, then we're saved~ But let me make this clear, this is no ordinary enemy!" Miyamoto Aki didn't stand on ceremony, his gaze immediately falling on Kamikaze No. 4—after fighting for so long, this monster hadn't been left with a single scratch, its recovery ability was astonishing.

However, he could also sense that Kamikaze 4's recovery speed had slowed down considerably, indicating that it had suffered significant losses.

After all, their knives are specially made equipment produced by Soul Science, capable of directly attacking souls and perfectly countering zombie weapons.

"I've heard about it before~" Sakuragi Ichiri said excitedly, his eyes burning with excitement: "An enemy that can't be killed no matter what, I want to try it out too!"

After saying that, he swung his fist, which was as big as a basin, and attacked Kamikaze No. 4 with the force of Mount Tai pressing down.

Miyamoto Akira took a deep breath, enduring his injuries, and followed with his sword.

The group clashed once more. Kamikaze No. 4 wielded his twin swords in a rapid-fire attack. Sakuragi Ichiri, however, refused to yield, exchanging blows with his opponent until both were covered in blood!

Sakuragi Ichiri possessed extraordinary bone structure and was naturally robust, having undergone numerous enhancement experiments at Takamagahara Peak Academy. Even Kamikaze No. 4's sword technique, renowned for its ability to cut through anything, couldn't completely sever his muscles, leaving only shallow, gruesome cuts on his arms, shoulders, and chest.

However, Sakuragi Ichiri seemed oblivious to the pain, neither dodging nor retreating, continuing to advance like a tank, hurling punches at his opponent—even though each punch was completely haphazard, just brute force, it still left dents and lacerations on his opponent's skin.

With Miyamoto Aki and Minami Kazuki assisting him by drawing their swords, Kamikaze No. 4 was instantly put at a disadvantage.

Kamikaze No. 4 was already quite exhausted, and now he was completely stunned, so he could only retreat while fighting. After dozens of rounds of fighting, he inadvertently leaned against a wall, his position restricted and unable to retreat any further, and was immediately surrounded and encircled by three people.

"Got you~~!" Sakuragi Ichiri licked his lips and chuckled, diving forward to grab the other's waist and lifting him high in the air.

"Gah!" Kamikaze No. 4 decisively reversed its blades and slashed at the back of the burly man's neck with both blades.

"Don't even think about it!" Miyamoto Aki and Minami Kazuki stepped forward simultaneously, each wielding their swords to block one of Kamikaze No. 4's blades and restrain his hands.

The three pressed forward, pinning Kamikaze No. 4 against the wall, rendering it immobile. "Whoosh—!"

"boom--!"

Watching from afar, Daikichi Momota hit another baseball, which struck Kamikaze No. 4 squarely in the face, cracking his mask and spurting a lot of liquid from the back of his head.

"Almost there! Iwata, it's up to you!" Miyamoto Aki shouted.

At this moment, Iwata Mitsuru was standing behind them. He had tried to help earlier but couldn't get a chance. Now, Miyamoto Aki's meaning was clear—he wanted him to draw his sword and kill his brother himself.

Iwata Mitsuru hesitated for a moment.

"Gahhhhhh—!" Kamikaze No. 4 struggled violently, but was forced back down by the three men through gritted teeth. Miyamoto Aki coughed up blood from his chest due to excessive force.

"Hurry up! Fill it up! Now!" Nan Hehui roared.

Iwata stared intently at his "brother," who was roaring like a monster, but his mind went completely blank.
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"Full?"

In a daze, Iwata Mitsuru heard a familiar voice—his brother's voice, which he hadn't heard for nearly ten years.

He looked up in astonishment, only to find a familiar figure standing before him—a young man wielding a sword; it was his brother.

My brother is still the same as he was eight years ago—kind, great, like a god.

"Brother." He stared blankly at his brother, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You...you're back."

"Iwata Towa" smiled and asked, "Little brother, can't you bring yourself to do something to me?"

Iwata panicked and rushed forward, crying, "Brother...I...I didn't want to kill you! Why...why did it have to turn out like this! It shouldn't be like this!!"

"Iwata Towa" shook his head, then suddenly said, "Little brother, actually I've always envied you~"

"You're so amazing, brother. Are you envious of me?"

“Yes. I’ve always envied you, Man.” ’Iwata Towa’ sighed and began to speak to himself:

"People always say I'm a kendo genius, putting all the burdens on my shoulders. So, I always fight alone."

"During the three years I participated in the Jade Dragon Flag competition, people only knew me as the consecutive winner of the 'Dare to Fight Award,' the undefeated vanguard who could take on five opponents single-handedly."

"They envy me, but who knows that I never had any other choice? If I hadn't fought so hard, our high school team probably wouldn't have even made it through the preliminaries."

“Everyone takes this for granted, thinking that they can just leave everything to me. I have never been able to share this pressure with anyone.”

"People praise my 'tooth protrusion' for hitting the mark every time, but they don't know that I have no choice but to hit the mark every time. If I miss even once, it's all over. No one can make up for any mistakes I make."

"Iwata Towa" suddenly changed the subject, saying:
“But little brother, you are different.”

"I'm different?" Iwata Mitsuru pointed at himself in astonishment.

“People say you’re not as good as me, and even your sharpshooting can’t hit the bullseye every time. Perhaps compared to me, you are indeed mediocre.” ’Iwata Towa’ pointed at him and smiled gently:
"But you have partners."

Even if you are stubborn and do not see the truth, I am willing to make mistakes with you; even if you go astray, I am still willing to care and forgive you; even if you make a mistake, I am willing to help you make up for it.

"So you never have to worry about your 'tooth protrusion' not hitting the mark every time because you have them fighting alongside you."

"Man, use the move I taught you—eight years have passed, it's time for me to test your training results. Don't let your brother down, don't let your companions down!"

"My proudest younger brother, send off your beloved older brother on his final journey!"

Iwata Mitsuru's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted, and tears streamed down his face, yet the sword in his hand unconsciously prepared the starting stance for "Gyatsu".

For some reason, at this moment, his brother's figure was drawing infinitely closer to him. After so many years, his brother's face became clear again.

"Brother! Ahh ...

He roared with all his might, and his katana pierced towards Kamikaze 4's face like a sharp arrow.

"Gah! Gahhh!!" Kamikaze No. 4 sensed the fierce approach of the sword and tried to turn around to dodge, but was held down by the three men and could not move.

"Pfft-!"

The sword tip pierced the skull and penetrated three inches into the wall. The mask of Kamikaze No. 4 was also shattered, revealing a young man's face that was tragically terrifying, yet serenely smiling.

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“Tick-tock.”

A drop of dirty blood fell.

"Full"

Kamikaze No. 4's cloudy eyes darted up and down, surprisingly regaining some of their intelligence. It opened its mouth slightly and uttered a name in a hoarse voice.

"Brother, brother!" Iwata Mitsuru cried, tears streaming down his face, instinctively wanting to rush over.

"Damn it... he's gotten stronger." Sakuragi Ichiri's expression turned grim, and the arms binding Kamikaze No. 4's waist trembled violently.

"Drink up—!" Kamikaze No. 4 suddenly roared, raising his arm and exerting force, breaking free from the three people restraining him in an instant, and then wielding his sword to force everyone back several meters.

The next moment, however, he did not continue his attack, but instead raised his twin swords with trembling arms.

"Man," a loving smile appeared on his lips, and with a "plop!" he plunged both knives into his temples simultaneously, the light in his eyes disappearing completely.

(End of this chapter)