Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

At the same time, inside the mansion, the maid who had kidnapped Amamiya Rin also received a report.

"Are you kidding me?"

The waitress frowned.

Aside from joking, it's hard to come up with any other opinion.

The owner of this mansion is one of the nobles who rule this country. How could anyone dare to come in with just a katana?

Is he crazy? Or is he here to die?

Although she had this thought, she did not deny reality.

Having followed the city for decades, she was well-informed and even experienced a near-death experience, so she naturally knew that the world had all sorts of strange things.

What seems impossible is not necessarily impossible.

The waitress quickly walked towards the monitoring room on the side of the first floor.

The screen wall is divided into dozens of images, covering every corner inside and outside the mansion. Security personnel have already retrieved real-time images of the main gate and courtyard.

The waitress's gaze swept across the screen, and there she saw: a black-haired woman holding a katana walking slowly along a gravel path, her face starkly clear in the darkness and under the surveillance camera's lens.

No, rather than being blindingly clear under the surveillance camera, it's more accurate to say that the person's very presence was piercing the waitress's eyes!

"Kawakami Tomie? How could it be her?"

The waitress's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down her spine.

How could it be Fu Jiang?

This question filled the waitress's mind.

Despite being physically weak and only knowing how to use her charm to bewitch men, Tomie Kawakami actually stormed into the residence of the ruler of this country with a katana.

"Are you kidding me? This is absurd!"

The waitress held her forehead, feeling like she might be dreaming.

However, reality is always so cruel. After living for so many years, she understood this fact.

Taking a deep breath, the waitress looked carefully at the screen.

Tomie, who appeared at the mansion, gave off a completely different feeling.

The Tomie at the party was beautiful yet frivolous. Although she was different from the Tomie recorded in the past, this Tomie only had eyes for Amamiya Rin. Even bystanders could feel Tomie's love for Amamiya Rin—which was completely inconsistent with the records in the file.

However, the Tomie in the surveillance footage is even less consistent with the Tomie records.

Her steps were steady, her expression calm, like a true swordsman; the aura emanating from her could be felt even through the screen, creating an invisible pressure.

The man who is Tomie's enemy is not affected by her charm? This is the biggest anomaly!

"How is that possible?"

The waitress's thoughts were in disarray.

She had absolutely no idea what was going on.

I'd heard before that Tomie had changed. Could this be the kind of change? Tomie as an individual, giving up her charm to learn swordsmanship, or even falling in love with a man?

"Capture her, preferably alive. Cutting off her hands and feet is fine too, as long as she's alive."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in the waitress's eyes, and she immediately gave the order.

The organization has been studying Tomie Kawakami through female researchers and unsuspecting outsiders because of her captivating charm.

However, if Tomie Kawakami's charm has lost its effectiveness, wouldn't that mean the organization could conduct human experiments on her without any scruples?

After giving this order, the maid instinctively wanted to tell her master the good news.

However, just as she was about to leave the monitoring room, an unbelievable scene appeared on the monitor screen.

On the gravel path, the swordswoman Tomie walked at a leisurely pace.

"Stop! Stop! Didn't you hear me? This is the final warning!"

The head guard captain shouted again, and his companions behind him adjusted their steps accordingly. Their shields tilted forward, and the metal tips of their riot forks gleamed coldly under the courtyard lights. Several guards, hidden in the shadows and among the pillars, had already drawn their pistols from their waists.

But why would the swordswoman Tomie heed their warnings?

As the swordsman Tomie took her next step, the captain of the guards' eyes sharpened, and he swung his right hand downwards.

Three security teams were immediately deployed, one advancing from the front, one from the right, and one from the left.

Each group follows the same formation, with a shield-wielding guard in the center and two guards on the left and right wielding a riot fork and a katana respectively, completely sealing off the space for the swordsman Tomie to maneuver.

Even armed bandits, faced with this well-organized formation, could only retreat and could not advance.

However, the swordswoman Tomie never stopped moving forward.

She gently pushed the guard away with her right thumb.

"Click."

A soft sound could be clearly heard in the quiet courtyard.

The moment the sound reached everyone's ears—

"cut--!"

The clear, crisp air, though not a roar, carried the sharpness of a drawn blade, exploding directly from the depths of the brain!

Centered on the swordsman Tomie, an overwhelming and unstoppable sword aura erupted, the air became thick and heavy, and the light distorted and swayed. In the eyes of the guards who were surrounding and killing the swordsman Tomie, the world seemed to be slowed down, and every step they took seemed extremely difficult!

That's how it should be, but the woman in black in front of him was moving at an outrageous speed!

Before anyone knew it, the knife was drawn, its gleaming blade tracing a chilling arc, bypassing the shield he was holding up at an incredible angle, and slithering towards his armpit like a venomous snake.

With a sharp pain, the guard in the center felt his right arm lose weight, and his entire arm flew up the instant the blade flashed.

It wasn't just one person who was attacked; the guard on the left, wielding a katana, had his vision completely filled by a horizontal slash of silver light.

The slash came too fast for him to react. He could only watch helplessly as the blade flashed across his neck, bringing with it a spray of warm blood, and his head flew off his body.

The guard on the right, holding a riot fork, watched as the tip of the katana transformed into a cold star, rapidly magnifying in his pupils. In an instant, intense pain and darkness descended simultaneously.

But this is just the beginning.

The flashes of the blade spread out like blooming flowers of death.

One person saw the blade flash and slash diagonally across his shoulder blade; the crisp sound of his collarbone breaking seemed to echo in his ears.

One man felt a chill on his calf, and the excruciating pain of his tendon being severed made him kneel down on one knee.

One person was struck in the side abdomen by a heavy reverse kasaya slash, and his internal organs flowed out through the torn belly.

……

The nine guards who were dispatched were met with different fatal blows in a single second.

In an instant, heart-wrenching screams echoed through the sky. The guards either staggered back, clutching non-existent wounds, or collapsed to their knees.

The shield slammed into the ground, the riot fork flew out of their grasp, and the katana clattered to the ground.

Nine faces emerged, all twisted in the same way, filled with pain, fear, and confusion.

The intense phantom pain and the experience of death assaulted their brain nerves, causing their consciousness to fall into a brief blank and confused state.