Science Fiction: Starting from Obtaining Sophon

Although high risk means high reward, it is conceivable that if Gendagawa can successfully complete this operation and achieve his goals, he can inflict a very heavy blow on the enemy without any suspicion.

This would also allow him to firmly establish his identity as Sesshomaru, attracting enemies hidden in the shadows and causing them to panic and reveal various weaknesses.

Once an alias becomes the enemy's top priority, the room for maneuver becomes enormous. After all, the enemy can't find a person who doesn't exist, right?

However, the premise of all this is to ensure one's own safety; otherwise, no matter how many benefits one can obtain, they will only be a fleeting dream.

The time that Genda River spent training was, after all, too short.

Genda River, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. His long sword moved instantly, gliding into the night sky like a cloud of mist and disappearing without a trace. Only a silver gleam remained, shimmering in the moonlight.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the sword's edge did not disappear; rather, its speed was simply too fast, and given the darkness, it was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

[First Form Water Slash!]

[Type 2 Waterwheel!]

【Third Form Flowing Dance!】

[The Fourth Type of Strike Wave!]

[The Fifth Type: Heavenly Merciful Rain!]

".…………………………"

[The cycle of picking up forms continues!]

Genda Gawa did not rush to practice the eleventh form. Instead, he practiced the first ten sword forms again. His foundation was still too weak, and he needed to become more proficient in swordsmanship before he could use the final move.

The blade moves against the wind, like an oar battling giant waves in a flowing river. The wind and waves create a vortex that amplifies the power of the blade.

"I see. The eleventh move, Nagi (stop), is to spread out the waves generated by the breathing of water, and the range is the area that the sword blade can reach. It's like a large water ball covering the whole body. The deeper any external attack goes, the greater the resistance it encounters, which means that the body's defense is stronger!"

The mystery of this technique flows within the brain.

With his mind at ease, he unleashed all the sword techniques he had used before, maximizing the power of his swordplay. At that moment, his breathing also reached its peak.

"The pressure in my lungs is so heavy, it feels like countless streams of water are pouring into them, giving me a subtle tearing sensation!"

As he tried to unleash this move, the 'water waves' grew increasingly violent, while 'Nagi' was a technique to tame this power and make it his own. Whether he could use this move or not depended on what happened next!

However, as the strongest secret technique of Water Breathing was activated, the pressure on the lungs increased, gradually reaching a point where the body could hardly bear it.

"No, my lungs can't take this kind of pressure! All the branches of my lungs are starting to hurt. Once it exceeds the critical point, my lungs will completely collapse!"

Ultimately, my physical condition wasn't good enough, which held me back. I was just too impatient.

With a silent sigh, it seemed that today's operation would ultimately have to be canceled.

The thought that once this opportunity is missed, it will be extremely difficult to find another one like it, and the clues about the Black Organization that he had painstakingly discovered would be completely lost, requiring a great deal of time to find them again...

Just then, a faint electric current surged from his body, landed in his lungs, and then spread out like tree roots, landing on countless alveoli.

The lungs, which had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly burst forth with powerful energy, like a refurbished engine, allowing them to overcome the unbearable pressure and pass through all the dangerous areas with ease.

"boom!!"

It felt as if a key to clearing the lungs had been unlocked, and all the obstructions vanished in an instant.

[Thirty-one type Nagi! 】

With the obstruction gone, a sense of peace settled in my heart. The pressure that had gathered on the blade, like a raging torrent, instantly reversed, changing from the inside out to the outside in, and then reversed again, becoming the inside out.

In this way, the sword's momentum is interconnected, becoming a harmonious whole, forming a swirling, turbulent yet stable presence that protects the entire body!

"Nagifuku is calm and peaceful! Just as I thought!"

Having completed his sword stance, Genda River stood still, his wide robes rustling under the swirling energy, as if a real whirlwind of water was swirling around his body.

The surrounding woods were completely silent, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Meanwhile, in the woods, some small animals that were foraging in the darkness suddenly stopped, as if they had sensed some danger. However, they immediately continued foraging, because the feeling of danger had vanished in an instant.

"Thank you so much, Tomoko. If it weren't for your help, I would have had to give up now."

In her mental world, Tomoko smiled sweetly: "You don't need to thank me. Helping you is also helping myself. The stronger you are, the better it is for me."

Genda smiled faintly. Tomoko and he were one, so there was no need for such formalities.

"Now, we can begin. The moonlight is beautiful tonight. If we add a touch of crimson to this bright moonlight, it might be even more enchanting."

With that, he leaped out and headed towards the black-clad organization's stronghold, quickly disappearing into the night.

And the moon in the sky, at some unknown time, was stained with a blood-red hue.

Chapter 57 The Prerequisite for a Fast Gun Within Seven Steps

Inside the stronghold, it appeared quiet on the surface, but deep within, in some dark rooms, a lively scene was unfolding.

Although the Black Organization is very tightly controlled, with numerous restrictions and regulations.

However, human nature is inviolable, and no matter how well-managed an organization is, it will not always maintain a sense of vigilance and awe.

Even armies have times when they become lax and lazy. Expecting a group of illegal armed groups to maintain combat readiness at all times and be ready to fight at any moment is giving them too much credit.

After all, not everyone is a workaholic like Gin. On the contrary, most people are just looking to make ends meet; as long as they get paid, they don't care about anything else.

The head of the outpost, Takayama Yoshizawa, hummed a little tune as he walked out of a room with a smug smile on his face.

Following the light in the room, one could see a group of young adults standing or sitting around a square table, constantly playing cards.

Besides playing cards, there were stacks of banknotes, watches, and gold chains on the table.

This is the card room of the base, which is actually a small casino, but it is only for internal use.

"Captain Gaoshan, it looks like you've won money again!"

The two outer guards standing watch outside the chess and card room saw the burly Takayama Ryozawa come out and hurriedly said with a big smile.

"Haha, I'm having good luck today."

The two looked enviously at Takayama Yoshizawa's bulging pockets. The two pockets were not small, and now that they were so bulging, they must have been filled with banknotes and some valuables, worth at least tens of thousands of yen.

After he walked away, the two men immediately showed expressions of extreme hatred, their facial muscles even contorting.

"Pah! He loves gambling and cheating. If he weren't the person in charge here, he would have been beaten to death long ago."

This Gao Shanliangze is a gambler, and a particularly bad one at that, a gambler with absolutely no sportsmanship.

Rather than saying he likes gambling, it's more accurate to say he likes winning; he'll stop at nothing to win.

It is said that this guy is very strong. He once served in the organization's high command and completed many difficult missions. However, because he loved gambling too much, he was relegated to this small outpost.

Of course, no one wants to play with a guy with such bad gambling habits, but they can't refuse to play with him, so they just have to grit their teeth and bear it.

But lately, this guy has become increasingly outrageous, using his status to force everyone to gamble with him and then using gambling to take away everyone's hard-earned salary. It's absolutely insane!

Looking at Gao Shanliangze's back, one of the members even put his hand on the pistol at his waist, wishing he could give him a peanut.

"Shinpei, what are you trying to do? Stop it!" another person said through gritted teeth in a low voice.

"I want to kill him!"

"Shinpei, what good will killing him do? We'll gain nothing except for our own deaths."

"Daren, I really hate this guy! He's bullying me here, and I can't take it anymore!"

The man named 'Daren' sighed: "I know you're upset, but there's really nothing we can do right now. However, I heard that this guy seems to be transferring soon."

Shinpei's eyes lit up: "Really? If that's the case..."

Just as he was about to continue, a voice came from behind him: "Looks like you guys really hate this guy."

'Shinpei's' expression changed drastically. He instinctively sprang to his feet, trying to create distance and assume a fighting stance, but a hand was already pressed against his neck.

A gentle yet powerful force surged through his palm, instantly piercing his neck and twisting it into an unnatural angle.

"Indeed, after mastering all eleven sword techniques, my control over Water Breathing has reached an extremely high level. Against ordinary people, even just one hand is more than enough."

Daren, who was standing nearby, witnessed a shocking scene. A tall and slender figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision. Before he could react, his companion's neck was twisted into a pretzel by the opponent's attack.

What terrified him even more was yet to come, because at that moment, he finally saw the attacker's face clearly!

Silver-white hair, a purple crescent mark on its forehead, golden eyes, pointed ears, and an extremely thick tail that wraps around its body like a fur coat!

What's even more terrifying is that at this moment, a faint mist was surrounding his body, making him look like a demon arriving on clouds!

"you…………"

"boom----"

Before he could even shout, the other person's foot landed on him first, and his entire body was instantly sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Suddenly, he felt as if his sternum was about to shatter, and everything went black before his eyes, and he fainted.

In the realm of the mind, Zhizi said, "His strength control is only so-so. His sternum is fractured, and he has severe subcutaneous bleeding. If no one treats him, he will die within a few hours."

To attract the attention of those rats in the dark, there must be eyewitnesses, just like Itakura Hide's mistress before. There needs to be survivors to spread the fear they have witnessed.

"Ahem, then let's prepare one more. Let's continue; wasting even a second will bring greater danger."

Tomoko smiled, resting her chin on her hand, "I initially thought it would be an extremely difficult operation, but after actually infiltrating the interior, I found things were actually quite simple."

The defenses of the entire outpost were extremely lax. Some of the sentry posts that should have been there were not on duty, and some hidden sentries were practically useless.

But it's not their fault, because surveillance can be handled by cameras and sensors.