I suddenly became a yakuza boss.

Baba glanced at Naito, not quite believing it, and asked in astonishment.

"I don't know. I also think it's impossible for a guesthouse to have a monster with such skills. One punch can take down your carefully selected subordinate. Only monsters like the Dragon of Dojima could do that. But they don't seem to be hostile to us, so it shouldn't be the work of an enemy gang."

Naito Tatsuhiko, dressed in a kimono robe, gripped the blade tightly in one hand and spoke.

The Ashikawa Group still upholds its spirit of benevolence and righteousness, and will not hold the guesthouse responsible for any mistakes made.

However, Naito Tatsuhiko seemed to be itching to get his hands dirty, and his face and attire, which resembled that of a ronin, carried a sinister air as he asked, "Which of you saw that person's face when you fainted?"

Four or five members sitting on the floor shook their heads, but two or three of them could still hear some noise.

Before an attack, there will be a very obvious metallic clanging sound.

Naito Tatsuhiko has grasped an important piece of information.

In other words, the person was carrying metal objects or weapons when they acted.

"Brother Longyan, what are you planning to do? We were in the wrong, let's just let it go."

Kiyoshi Baba noticed that Tatsuhiko Naito was taking action and tried to persuade him.

"Young Master, I didn't act on behalf of your subordinates; I just had an itch to do it."

Naito Tatsuhiko hasn't had surgery in two years.

This knife was made solely for the team leader.

But after hearing the name "Luchuan War Demon," his unwillingness and desire to immediately compete with that newcomer lingered in his heart. He never expected that such an old inn would also harbor such a hidden master.

Naito Tatsuhiko walked out of the venue carrying a samurai sword wrapped in cloth.

Like an ancient swordsman, he searches for delicious "prey"...

However, after searching all the way, he found that there were no people carrying metal objects on the road at all.

As a result, he stopped in a central hall.

"Is it you?"

Naito Tatsuhiko turned his head, revealing a ferocious and excited look, and asked.

Before him stood the samurai armor that was visible as soon as he entered...

Of all the options that fit the criteria, the only one he could think of was that suit of armor.

Almost no one would have guessed that the decorative armor displayed here contains the image of Sanada Yukimura.

All around was silent, except for the faint chirping of insects from an unknown place, one or two low and soft sounds. The moonlight, like water, shone on the executioner Naifuji and the red armor.

Gloomy and desolate!

"It seems you've taught my men a lesson. I have no other intentions. It's been a long time since I've encountered someone who excites me so much. The Dragon of Kansai is dead. I originally thought things would be boring after I came out, but this vacation has been ideal. The shops here have experts like you. Hey, you inside, can you... nourish my soul?"

Naito drew his sword—a real blade, its scales gleaming with a cold light. In the strong wind, Naito's clothes fluttered, and he grinned maliciously in the darkness as he asked.

Silence is meaningless.

The armor of Sanada Yukimura, which had been sitting as still as a mountain, actually moved.

In the end, things like this inevitably escalate to the point where they can't be left unresolved.

They cannot show their true appearance to the public, yet they need to constantly protect this shop.

He is the guardian of this store.

In the howling night wind, as if a samurai had come back to life, as if a demon had awakened, this armored figure stood before Naito Tatsuhiko.

The crimson armor resembled a burning flame.

Like a grumbling ghost before a swordsman...

Chapter 110 The Lessons Between My Sister

It was nine o'clock at night.

The bathhouse was packed with girls.

Despite having a very low deviation score, the quality of the girls at Kishin-tama Girls' Junior High School is above average in Chiba. This seems to confirm the idea that prestigious schools rarely produce beauties, and those who are both intelligent and beautiful are even rarer. It seems that God is fair.

In the secluded mountains, under the serene sky, the air of this Japanese-style hot spring is filled with the faint aroma of tea. A group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, naked and wrapped in towels, soak in the semi-open-air hot spring. The atmosphere is like a dream, novel, comfortable, and full of ancient charm.

Shiori Sagamiya and Minami Yamamoto soaked in the comfortable pool, enjoying the cool mountain breeze – a luxury they couldn't experience in the city.

"That felt so good, everyone! Any plans after you've taken a shower?"

[Idiot] Tanaka lay down on the rocks around the hot spring, feeling comfortable, and asked his best friends.

"What other plans are there? There's nothing here but mountains and farms. I'll read some comics and then go to sleep."

"I'm a shut-in," said Akane Kikuchi, splashing hot water on her body.

"In fact, the mountains here are also famous for being haunted, after all, it is a place where mountain accidents occur frequently."

Shiori Sagamiya said.

Akane Kikuchi turned pale with fright and cried out, "Don't talk about such scary topics!"

"So after taking a bath, you don't wear underwear or panties, and then you go to serve the city lord?"

Tanaka seemed to recall something and asked.

Kikuchi paused for a moment, then immediately covered her body, unable to resist complaining, "Why are girls' topics either horror or erotic? And why should they have to serve? Women should have dignity too!"

The other girls looked at Kikuchi and wondered if she had just come up with something, which explained her unexpected action.

Kikuchi, a manga enthusiast, must have already read 18+ type manga.

Tanaka thought for a moment, then changed his approach and said, "Then let Waseda serve the lord. That way, it won't damage a woman's dignity, right?"

Upon hearing this, Kikuchi mentally switched his identity to that of his teacher, Waseda, and his senior, the kind of forbidden love between a teacher and a castle lord.

Even though there are female retainers in the castle, he still causes trouble behind their backs...

"That's a good idea!"

Kikuchi's gaze changed; he found it quite exciting and said with a hint of excitement.

Looking at Kikuchi, Shiori Sagamiya realized that she might have just been drawn into Kikuchi's fantasy story.

High school girls are anything but innocent; their minds are full of lewd thoughts.

However, at that very moment, a loud cracking sound came from outside!

A group of girls were immediately drawn to it.

When they slightly opened the wooden window for ventilation, night had fallen, and two figures were chasing each other on the walls and rooftops of the courtyard outside.

A samurai in red armor, and a ronin behind him...

Two figures, two samurai swords—it was as if they had stepped into a Taiga drama!

"This guy's relentlessly pursuing me!" Li Xuan, clad in armor and wearing a demon mask, turned to look at the executioner Naito, who was standing close at hand, and thought to himself.

From his standpoint, he could not reveal his true identity under any circumstances.

After a brief exchange with Naito in the main hall, Li Xuan had witnessed firsthand how superb the steward's swordsmanship was. He dared not linger in the fight, and even climbed onto the roof to avoid his opponent, just like now. But it seemed that the steward Naito, who had been imprisoned for too long and whose brilliance was too overwhelming, would not give up easily.

Unfortunately, Li Xuan didn't know much about Japanese swordsmanship. To be a yakuza in Japan, one must understand the samurai sword, as it is a common weapon seen in conflicts. For example, the young master's weapon is also a samurai sword. In order to save his life, he did learn about samurai swordsmanship, but it would be a bit of a stretch to expect his swordsmanship to be on par with Naito's.

"Damn it, I thought wearing this armor would conceal my identity, but it's actually made me much more cumbersome. Otherwise, I would have escaped already!"

Li Xuan felt the hard, rigid iron armor and thought to himself.

However, Naito Tatsuhiko had already caught up quickly, his face filled with murderous intent, and said, "Don't run away!"

As if appearing out of thin air, Naito Tatsuhiko's blade instantly struck Li Xuan's shoulder! Li Xuan tumbled down, crashing to the ground along with the rubble! Before Li Xuan could even react, Naito, with both hands raised, leaped down from the sky, aiming a thrust at him! Li Xuan immediately rolled away, avoiding Naito's downward stab.

The two men, completely disregarding the fact that they had reached the vicinity of the women's bath, stood facing each other in the courtyard.

The girls, who were still taking a shower and only wrapped in towels, were completely dumbfounded and had no idea what had happened.

"What's wrong? After teaching our group a lesson, you've become so demoralized?"

Naito Tatsuhiko, with his messy hair and wide robes fluttering in the night sky, asked, his hands in a lower stance.

The figure clad in armor remained silent.

He sensed that the surroundings were enclosed, and now, only his and Naito's strong auras were present.

With nowhere to run, this was his precious shop, and finally, he could no longer tolerate it.

Finally, Li Xuan once again drew the decorative aluminum alloy blade.

The aura shifted rapidly; the armored figure who drew his sword was like a ghost, poised to wreak havoc.

Just like the moment Naito saw him stand up not long ago, there was an indescribable sense of danger.

"Yes, that's it."

Naito Tatsuhiko smiled slightly, as if he had taken life and death in stride, and said.

In an instant, Kiana and Naito drew their swords in the courtyard!

Is this what a samurai is all about?

Li Xuan thought to himself.

Unlike previous battles where a punch wouldn't necessarily be fatal, the essence of the Japanese samurai lay in constantly having their necks at the edge of a blade, risking their lives for everything. Fearlessness, a thirst for violence and honor—that's what made a traditional Japanese samurai. They had no concept of good or evil, only status and power.

However, in reality, people also refer to legendary figures like the Dragon of Dojima and Mad Dog as samurai. The true standard of a samurai isn't the katana, but rather the spirit of upholding justice.

Li Xuan clashed swords with Naito Tatsuhiko, a perilous encounter! Naito's sword was a genuine killing weapon, honed through countless battles. The Ashikawa Group's "Executioner" was indeed terrifyingly powerful. Although this steward used the back of the blade, the blade and the back were separated by a mere instant; for someone who had killed, mercy and cruelty were fleeting thoughts. Facing an enemy of this caliber, Li Xuan was already unleashing his full power.

However, while his swordsmanship was not as refined as that of the master Naito, relying on his monstrous strength and keen eyesight, the blade of the [Ghost Armor] was heavy, powerful, and incredibly swift, cutting down the plants, branches, and rubble of the courtyard like a storm. The sword was aimed directly at Naito, and in that instant, his skillful swordsmanship met absolute power. Naito was shocked to find that his sword was as if he were looking at a bronze wall, becoming pale and powerless.

Like a madman going berserk, the blade came crashing down with heavy, powerful strokes, like a tidal wave!

Naito's palms were bruised and bleeding. He gripped the hilt of his samurai sword tightly, his body drenched in sweat, his strength failing him. He thought in astonishment, "Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding me? This guy... he's really human, or could he really be a demon...?"

War Demon.......

Are executioners inferior to demon warriors?

Before washing up, Naito Tatsuhiko went to visit his father.

His father mentioned the "War Demon" to him... The number one martial arts sect in Ashikawa has changed hands.