Conan: The Unscientific Uchiha

Kohanaji was weaving an urn in a loud voice. Due to his professional habits, he obviously didn’t know how to call Shimizu Koji for a while, so he finally squeezed out the name Mr.

Faced with her "please", Qingmizu Koji followed Xiaohuajiori's gaze and saw that outside the pavilion, in an inconspicuous corner, a sword rack was stacked there.

On the sword stand, there were not the bamboo swords commonly used by Koji Shimizu, but some swords that looked very precious just by looking at the scabbard and hilt patterns.

But, just like that, piled in the corner under the pavilion like garbage.

"Can I ask, what is your purpose?"

Shimizu Koji did not get into the opponent's rhythm, but turned to look at Michiko Tetsu, who was holding her arms in the pavilion and looking a little lazy.

Michiko Tetsumi looked at Koji Shimizu's figure with interest. She had some extra interest in watching this 'game' that she was originally not interested in.

She didn't feel any of the temperament that a swordsman or a samurai should have from Koji Shimizu.

She was a little curious about how Qingshui Koji could defeat Zhu Yu.

Although Moroha is still weak, she already possesses the two abilities of kendo, "heart" and "skill". At least, she should not lose to Shimizu Koji.

"Beat Teori, I will tell you what you want to know."

"What if we can't win?"

Koji Shimizu's words surprised Michiko Tetsu even more, and even the housekeeper Tanaka couldn't help but take a second look.

Such words are not something a swordsman or an ambitious man would say.

Michiko Tetsumi frowned slightly and did not answer.

Seeing this, Qingshui Koji said no more. He walked to the sword stand in two steps, took a knife and pulled it out of its sheath.

The sword body, as clear as the white water of a river, exudes a cold air. Near the hilt, the word 'authentic' is chiselled.

This gave Koji Shimizu, who had never touched a real sword in three years, a different feeling.

He waved his hand and flicked it habitually, with the sword pointed to the ground, facing Xiaohua Temple Oriole.

His posture made Michiko Tetsuya sigh. At the same time, it also made her even more convinced that Koji Shimizu was not a true Bushido swordsman at all.

Standing opposite Koji Shimizu, Kohanadera Ori, with a tall figure of two meters, is holding a larger embroidery needle rather than a long sword. Her figure is really impressive. I feel like I'm acting out.

Neither of them spoke. They each stood on a sapphire slab, facing each other——

"Qiang!"

Kohanadera was the first to attack, and he hit the ground with great force and hit the head directly. Shimizu Koji raised his sword to block it.

Fortunately, Xiaohanadera's strength is not as terrifying as her figure.

But then Koji Shimizu discovered that Kohanadera Orimoto's stern face became increasingly cold and hard, as if he had entered a certain state.

The next moment, Shimizu Koji's pupils shrank, and he turned sideways quickly to avoid the sword that almost cut off his ear.

"Mr. Qingshui, if you don't show your true strength, I won't show mercy."

The maid's cold words reached the ears of Shimizu Koji, and feeling the other party's deep aura, Shimizu Koji also felt the pressure.

Normally, he couldn't win——.

The other party, just in terms of swordsmanship, was extremely different from the people he had met so far.

The moment Shimizu Koji's thoughts were spinning, Kohanadera stabbed out with another sword, and with this sword, she put even greater pressure on Shimizu Koji.

Looking at the erratic shadow of the sword that seemed to move up and down, Kohanadera's sword seemed to have struck twice in an instant!

This is absolutely beyond the reach of normal manpower!

In an instant, Shimizu Koji did a somersault like a kite that is common in chivalrous novels. It was his first time, and he dodged it somewhat awkwardly.

Sharp and extremely swift, with a body as big as a mountain, but his whole body exudes an aura as sharp as a sword.

Qingmizu Koji distanced himself, his expression became solemn, he stood up straight, and with a shake of his hand, the authentic sword blade lay in front of him.

Although even the kendo girls he met before had never noticed it, Koji Shimizu was still used to using the Sharingan as a dirty trick and a trump card.

After all, the opponent noticed the sudden change in his eyes during the battle, and a master would definitely be on guard in an instant.

So, it's definitely not a show-off.

In an instant, the eyes of Koji Shimizu were clearly reflected on the silver-white sword blade.

A flash of bright red blood flowed quietly from his pupils, and the shining sword suddenly seemed to be drinking blood, with a hint of scarlet evil intent.

!! ?

Everything lasted only a moment, Xiaohanadera approached again, and Shimizu Koji immediately entered the battle with concentration.

But it only took one move to fight again, and the situation was immediately reversed.

But Koji Shimizu, who had the upper hand, didn't notice at all that in the pavilion, even the old housekeeper Tanaka, who had been hunched over, could not hide his face at this time.

Michiko Tetsu, who was wearing a luxurious black dress with hollow patterns, stood up from her seat, her eyes locked on his eyes.

"No wonder——"

Seeing the constant "clanging" of swords and sword shadows, more than twenty moves were exchanged in an instant, and he suddenly had the upper hand, suppressing Kohanadera Koji Shimizu, Tetsu Michiko spoke in a quiet tone, and let out a sigh of relief.

Butler Tanaka's eyes were uncertain, but as Michiko Tetsumi sighed, he soon gradually calmed down.

The most surprising thing was Ori Kohanadera who fought against Koji Shimizu.

She had clearly noticed from the beginning that Koji Shimizu did not show his true strength, at least, not enough to defeat the young lady.

But suddenly, Shimizu Koji suddenly seemed like a different person, and all her moves seemed to be seen through.

No matter how she plans to attack next, no matter how fast she is or how powerful she is.

Even the extremely insidious sudden change of moves, even the two-stage stab that Shimizu Koji had just forced to dodge, was completely seen through by Shimizu Koji's eyes. She was always one step ahead, forcing her to switch attacks. To defend, fall into the disadvantage.

Naturally, she noticed the color in Shimizu Koji's eyes, but after all, she was just a maid who dedicated herself to serving and acting as a bodyguard, so she didn't know what it meant.

She only knew that Koji Shimizu was indeed very strong.

"Qianglang——"

There was another sharp and fast sound of gold and iron clashing, and Xiaohua Temple dodged and quickly opened a distance.

Qingmizu Koji did not catch up immediately, but in the blink of an eye, a clear and perceptible sharp aura suddenly filled the body of Kohanadera Ori.

"This is?!"

"Okay, stop, Teraori, that's enough."

As soon as Shimizu Koji felt a slight palpitation in his heart, on the other side, Tetsume Michiko softly called to stop Kohanadera Ori who was gathering momentum.

Although Koji Shimizu felt that he was completely sure that he would not be harmed by Kohanadera Ori's accumulated momentum, the real sense of oppression brought to him by the opponent's powerful momentum was something he had never encountered before.

After hearing Michiko Tetsu's order, Kohanaderori immediately stopped moving and slowly calmed down.

He quickly regained his calm aura like a cold iron tower, put the sword back on the shelf in the corner, then slowly walked up the steps and stood behind Michiko Tetsumi.

Shimizu Koji turned his gaze to Tetsu Michiko, who had stood up from the pavilion. The blood color and magatama vision in his eyes quickly faded away.

Michiko Tetsumi kept all this in mind, and it wasn't until the last trace of scarlet faded from Koji Shimizu's eyes that she slowly opened her lips.

"If it were anyone else, you would never be able to leave here today."

Chapter 72 The Secret of the World

"There's no need to be nervous or vigilant. I'm just telling you the fact that you are strong, but you are still weak."

Michiko Tetsumi smiled slightly and sat back gracefully. At the same time, she waved to Koji Shimizu and invited him to sit in the pavilion.

Shimizu Koji's mood had changed a lot at this time. Although he had a sharp weapon in his hand, he intuitively felt a deep threat when facing the calm and calm Michiko Tetsu.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to go up the stairs to see what this woman meant.

However, when he walked to the pavilion, the old butler in black dress stood in front of him.

"Please also ask Master Qingshui to give the 'authentic' to me. Madam doesn't like these things to be too close to her."

When Qingmizu Koji heard this, he understood and didn't think much about it.

Although he was slightly reluctant to part with it, because it was impossible for any man not to like a handsome and sharp sword, after all, it was still someone else’s thing, so he handed Masamune to Butler Tanaka.

Then, under the "service" of Xiaohuajiori, he sat on a stool with a cushion made of the fur of an unknown animal. It was on the left side of Michiko Tetsu, only about four or five steps away.

"You don't seem afraid at all?"

Michiko Tetsu was a little surprised. She originally thought that at least Koji Shimizu should show some concern.

But she didn't understand Koji Qingshui. For Koji Qingshui, he never paid much attention to his personal threats.

The so-called, bearish on life and death.

Now that he has gradually formed some bonds, he is no longer as free and easy as before, and of course, he is no longer as lonely as before.

Otherwise, just to invite him here, Michiko Tetsu would have to at least use a few armed helicopters.

And now, what Tetsumi Chiko may not have expected is that Koji Shimizu is thinking about how to quickly take her down in a purely physical sense if something unexpected happens.

"I don't know what you mean, madam?"

"Could it be my eyes?"

Michiko Tetsumi didn't shy away from her previous gaze, so just a minute or two was enough for Koji Shimizu to make some guesses.

His eyes were indeed a little unusual in this world, but he didn't pay much attention to them before. Because he had seen more magical worlds, he gradually ignored them subconsciously.

Moreover, people in this world have different eye colors, and his Sharingan is not a rare thing worth noting.

But what I didn't expect was that a lady of Michiko Tetsumi's level would be so concerned about her.

"Your guess is good, but it seems like you don't understand either."

Michiko Tetsumi took a sip of the fragrant tea and chuckled.

She was very relaxed, even if she was facing Koji Shimizu at close range, it was enough to make her blood splatter within five steps.

The way she looked at Koji Shimizu was filled with unabashed admiration.

But that kind of appreciation is like seeing a piece of flawless jade that makes people subconsciously want to collect and polish it, or a peerless magic weapon that needs to be sharpened.

Yes, Michiko Tetsumi really hates weapons, especially swords, and the reason is naturally her husband, that ridiculous and hateful man who can spend his whole life guarding the way of the sword.

Over the past ten years, her hopes have gradually faded, and her resentment has grown day by day. Until now, she herself has realized that she has fallen into a demonic state.

Even when she saw Tie Zhuyu secretly picking up the bamboo sword, she couldn't help but slap her dearest daughter on the face.

Because she was afraid, she was too afraid, that ordinary bamboo knife would take her daughter away from her just like the bastard husband who took her away.

After all, the kendo blood of that bastard samurai flows in Tie Zhuyu's body.

But at this moment, some of her thoughts changed, some of which could be called earth-shaking changes.

The appearance of Koji Shimizu, who has ancient and mysterious blood, inherited extraordinary abilities from before the scientific era, and possesses extremely high swordsmanship talent.

It was like a breakthrough in the world, opening up an unprecedented way of thinking for her.

She wants - "revenge"!

She clearly saw in Shimizu Koji the talent and potential that could grow enough to completely crush that man.

That man abandoned his wife and daughter and went away for sixteen or seventeen years just to practice and improve his ridiculous sword skills.

How could she not have regretted it for countless days and nights over the past ten years? But if it weren't for that man, she wouldn't have such a lovely daughter like Zhu Yu.

But no matter what, the long-term hatred and regret are definitely far more than the little romance of admiring the strong in girlhood.

Tetsumi Tomoko, after seeing Koji Shimizu's Sharingan, she made a hasty and firm decision in a short period of time.

She wanted Koji Shimizu to become the new strongest swordsman in the world under her guidance and guidance, and then severely frustrated that man's ridiculous and childish samurai spirit.

In fact, these thoughts only lasted for two breaths. When she came back to her senses, Shimizu Koji's calm and clear eyes were still looking at her.

Tetsumi Chiko smiled slightly, and then explained softly: "Qingmizu-kun, no, I will call you Koji, okay?"

"Please, ma'am."

Although Koji Shimizu is still confused now, he knows that Michiko Tetsu will explain everything to him soon.

"Well, my name is Michiko Tetsu."

It turned out to be her——.