Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 232: Sword Master
"The reason you did all this is because you want to keep all the money brought by the Buddha statue for yourself, right?" Hattori Heiji suddenly asked.

"Yes."

Saijo Taiga's eyes lit up: "I've had enough of the thieves hiding day and night. With this money, I can retire and open a Yoshitsune-ryu dojo in Kyoto to promote Yoshitsune-ryu's swordsmanship!"

"I originally planned to use this temple as the foundation of a dojo, but the abbot of Yulong Temple, Qian, passed away last month. This temple is also facing demolition. Without this money, I can't do anything!!"

He roared with anger, but it was just a rage of impotence.

The corners of Conan's mouth twitched.

Want to pursue your dreams but have no money?
It's really a realistic reason for committing a crime.

"Hey!"

Hattori Heiji who was standing by suddenly called out to him.

"Since you have the confidence to carry forward the Yoshitsune-ryu swordsmanship, then your swordsmanship skills must be strong, right? Otherwise, if you just have money, then establishing a sect and preaching the doctrine is just empty talk!"

He drew his sword and sheathed it, then smiled provocatively at Saijo Taiga with a classic opening move.

"Let's compete."

"Last time, your puppet took advantage of the information gap. This time, we are fighting each other physically. Only strength can speak. If you can beat me, you can kill me here."

Hattori Heiji's blood began to boil for the first time in a long time. Noticing Conan's surprised look at the side, he smiled heartily and waved his hand to signal him not to intervene.

"Ignoring the positions of a detective and a criminal, I am just a swordsman—"

"Let's fight with swords!"

If it was just any other request, Nishijo Taiga would not even pay any attention to him and would just swing his sword without hesitation and kill the black-skinned boy who was talking to himself.

But he actually challenged me in the name of a swordsman? !

This is something Nishijo Taiga cannot ignore.

Although he killed and stole without scruples and seemed to have no principles, when it came to kendo, he undoubtedly regarded himself as the descendant of Yoshitsune and had the pride and honor of a swordsman.

"Humph"

He looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated look, and he was deeply impressed by him.

"You are very courageous." Nishijo Taiga's face turned serious. "After I defeat you, I will personally defend you."

"The knife in your hand is too ordinary. Don't say that I won unfairly."

He took off the two samurai swords from his waist and said, "These two famous swords, one is called 'Muramasa' and the other is called 'Murasame'."

"I am a few years older than you, and I think I entered the Dao a few years earlier. Since we are following the rules of swordsmen, I will not bully the younger generation. You can choose one for yourself."

"Muramasa and Murasame, haha, you dare to give them such names."

Hattori Heiji couldn't help but laugh when he heard the names of the two swords. He waved his hand casually and said, "They are all the same anyway, whatever."

Seeing that he thought so little of his famous sword, Nishijo Taiga snorted coldly and threw the Murasame over.

Hattori Heiji was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and caught it effortlessly. He picked up the half-broken blade and took a look, his eyes lighting up slightly.

"It is indeed a good sword."

"bring it on!"

He got into a stance, leaned forward slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and gripped the hilt of the sword with his hand reversed.

Seeing that he looked serious and didn't seem to be joking, Conan had no choice but to step back a little to avoid being hurt by mistake.

Of course, in order to avoid any accidents, he found a puppet head of the right size, adjusted the knobs of his foot-strengthening shoes, and was ready to kick out to help Hattori at any time.

There was a slight noise coming from his pocket. Conan touched it suspiciously and found that there was only the Blasphemy Card lying quietly inside.

He felt puzzled.

Looking up at the two of them again, a dark red deep font appeared above Nishijo Taiga's head for some reason, with the word "Danger" written in large letters.

Conan blinked and the words disappeared again, as if they had never appeared and were just his illusion.

In the dojo.

Nishijo Taiga walked slowly around Hattori Heiji in a semi-arc, and for a moment he was unable to catch any obvious flaws in his posture.

He took a deep breath, hoping that this shout would shake Hattori Heiji's mind and thus create an opportunity.

Hattori Heiji was indeed affected by the loud shout, and his vigilant gaze, which had been staring at Nishijo Taikawa's lower body, flickered for a moment.

It's now! ! !

Nishijo Taiga was overjoyed and did not miss this godsend opportunity. He instantly exerted force on his waist and abdomen, lowered his body and rushed forward, and the long sword in his hand stabbed into Hattori Heiji's abdomen in the blink of an eye.

Young people simply lack experience, and a stab when the player is distracted is the most difficult to block and dodge. Years of experience have told Nishijo Taiga that he has won this battle.

After so many years of immersion in kendo, Nishijo Taiga's basic skills are as solid as can be. He has long since figured out a set of starting moves of his own, and is ready to attack and defend at any time with every move.

This stab, from the start to the sword coming out, took only a breath! !
However, the hilt of the sword in his hand did not give him the expected feeling of piercing the flesh.

Clang——

Nishijo Taiga was slightly startled and instinctively realized that something was wrong.

Hattori Heiji curled the corner of his mouth slightly, drew out the blade with his backhand, turned his elbow, and the silver sword tip flashed, and then he made a powerful upward thrust, dangerously deflecting the sword.

He exposed the flaw on purpose!
Nishijo Taiga also reacted at this time, secretly cursing this kid for being so audacious. He was not even afraid of being too confident and being caught off guard.

But there are no ifs in the world.

The momentum of the sword was diverted to another place by Hattori Heiji in a very effective way. The loss of strength caused a momentary imbalance of gravity. If Nishijo Taiga wanted to recover his stance, he would need at least half a breath to react.

But in close-range combat with cold weapons, a flaw of half a breath is enough to be fatal.

Hattori Heiji swung the sword over his head, and after deflecting the sword, his strength was not gone. Instead, he used the force of the attack to swing forward and chop at Saijo Taiga's fragile neck.

Unlike a puppet wrapped in iron, the human body is extremely fragile.

hum-

The sword blade made of strong steel stopped suddenly, and the strong wind slowed down the sword by half a step. After the buzzing sound caused by the slight vibration of the sword blade dissipated, the breeze gently caressed Xijo Taiga's face.

Gudong.

A drop of cold sweat ran down his face to his neck, and he couldn't help swallowing.

The sword blade that could break hair was hovering half an inch above his shoulder, less than a centimeter away from his neck. The sharp sword edge seemed to have pierced his skin, and Nishijo Taiga had a vague illusion of pain.

win or lose
Conan stared at the scene in front of him blankly, somewhat speechless.

This battle was not at all entertaining to watch; to put it bluntly, it could even be described as sloppy.

In general, the two men got into position, Nishijo Taiga moved around Hattori half a circle, suddenly shouted and rushed forward, but was then easily deflected by Hattori Heiji with a sword and killed instantly.

The whole process took no more than five seconds. While Conan was still wondering whether the word "danger" had really appeared and what it meant, they ended the fight.

But the scene of Nishijo Taiga drawing his sword and cutting off the anesthetic needle that had never been effective was still vivid in Conan's mind. Conan knew that the murderer was not a rookie. On the contrary, his attainments in kendo could be considered to have reached the pinnacle.

However, Hattori is clearly another peak he has yet to reach.

Conan thought about it and it seemed that Hattori once said that his father's kendo skills were better than his, and much better.

He couldn't help but be silent.

What kind of intensity would that be?
After a little imagination, Conan suddenly felt that many people in this world seemed to be "extraordinary" before the extraordinary path appeared.

What should he, an ordinary primary school student, do?
Alas, I can only play football and skateboard.

"You lose." Hattori Heiji made a sword flower and put the "Murasame" into the scabbard, reluctant to let it go.

He rarely came across real swords with sharp blades, and usually used wooden swords and bamboo swords for practice.

"Just surrender and follow us to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Hattori Heiji was very happy after winning the duel.

"I, I understand."

Nishijo Taiga seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. He slowly put down the samurai sword in his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a clang.

What he didn't know was that, as one of the few prisoners who could face off against these extraordinary protagonists, his defeat was not unfair.

You know, in this world, Hattori Heiji's kendo is on the same level as Kudo Shinichi's ball skills, Akai Shuichi's sniping skills, and Gin's marksmanship.

And this level is one level higher than Mao Lilan's karate.

As for Kyogoku Makoto, he is not included among them. He is a Saiyan, which is roughly equivalent to a natural mythical creature.

"Oh, by the way." Hattori Heiji suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where did you get that mask from?"

He did not forget that Nishijo Taiga still had a magical item in his hand that was suspected to be formed by the "Moon" pathway sequence 7 "Alchemist" characteristics.

"Don't treat me as if I'm talking nonsense." Saijo Taiga reminded him before continuing, "Actually, not long ago, I had a dream. I don't know what happened in the dream, and I don't remember it very clearly, but when I woke up, I found myself holding a strange wooden mask in my hand."

"After trying it, I found that the mask can be broken into two halves every day. If one half is placed on any wooden object, it will turn into a humanoid puppet in a short time, and the mask will be restored to its original state. When I put on the mask, it was like a new sense was extended, and I could control these puppets to perform simple movements."

"No price?" Conan asked seriously.

He knew the nature of magical items. Even magical items created with Sequence 9 level characteristics would have side effects, not to mention this mask that was suspected to have integrated mid-sequence characteristics.

"I, I don't know."

Saijo Taiga looked very confused.

It seems that he is really just a newbie who has never even touched the extraordinary things and knows nothing about these extraordinary common sense.

I'm really lucky.

This thought came to the minds of Hattori Heiji and Conan at the same time.

"Do you think this thing should be handed over to the police?" Conan pondered for a moment and asked Hattori Heiji.

"What are your plans?" Hattori Heiji asked back.

"I actually want to take him back to let the doctor take a look." Conan stared at the ignorant Nishijo Taiga, "Maybe some side effects have already occurred in him, but he doesn't know it."

"I'd better use my psychic vision to take a look." Conan silently turned on his psychic vision and looked towards the Nishijo Ohga River.

Then his expression became horrified.

"What's wrong?" Hattori Heiji looked at his expression with some confusion.

Nishijo Taiga also realized that what the two of them were talking about was a matter of his life, and he looked at Conan eagerly for knowledge.

Conan felt a little thirsty.

"His body has almost completely turned to wood. All his internal organs have turned into wood. Only the outer layer of skin has not been corroded. I am afraid that if he wears this mask for a while longer, he will become a humanoid puppet like those wooden products covered with masks."

Nishijo Taiga's expression was frozen on his face.

Hattori Heiji's pupils also shrank.

Kuramayama, in the cherry blossom forest halfway up the mountain.

Anhe and Miyano Shiho were walking aimlessly in the air, Amon was running in the cherry blossom rain, and Ai was climbing walls and running among tree branches.

"It is a terrible punishment for those with bad intentions to destroy themselves in greed, Awa-kun."

Miyano Shiho caught a falling petal, blew it gently, watched it blend back into the flying rain of flowers, and whispered softly.

"I didn't deliberately arrange such a fate." An He shook his head innocently.

"Although I have arranged a lot of wild Beyonder characteristics, there are only a handful of those above Sequence 7. He is at best an unlucky lucky guy."

"The Mask of Antigonus is one of the safer mid-series magical items I have released. If used in moderation, the effect on the body's puppetry is extremely limited, and it will naturally fade away in a short time. As long as you are not overly greedy, you will basically not face such an ending."

Miyano Shiho rolled her eyes at him. “So this makes sense, right?”

An He didn't say anything, just smiled.

At this point, the two people's trip to Kyoto came to a successful conclusion.

On the platform of the Shinkansen station on their way back, they met Maori and others who were also planning to go back.

"Shiho and Mr. Yasuwa are also planning to go back?" Ran Mouri was the first to greet.

"Yeah." Miyano Shiho responded.

"How is the investigation of Mr. Mori's case going?" Anhe asked Kogoro Mori.

"Uh, well." The confused uncle reviewed his memories. It seemed that apart from drinking wine, he had only wandered around everywhere. He was a little speechless.

An He stopped asking questions and smiled politely.

In fact, after asking Conan's opinion, Hattori Heiji attributed the credit for Conan's contribution in their joint reasoning to Uncle Mouri, allowing him to successfully obtain the commission from Sannoji. The uncle was extremely happy at the time, and muttered in a low voice that he could buy some good wine again. When Mouri Ran heard this, a big bright red bump appeared on her head.

An He was just persecuting this old man out of a sense of fun.

(End of this chapter)