In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Abe Masahiro's collection couldn't be too bad.

......

Samura stayed in Kyoto and studied English with Ruslan.

Although it may not seem useful now, Zuocun believes that English will be useful sooner or later in this rapidly developing world.

Masahiro Abe, who had been stabbed in the back by Samura, did not choose to mobilize people to surround and kill Samura. He knew in his heart that Samura's swordsmanship was definitely not something that could be compensated for by numbers.

However, he will never forget the humiliation that Zuocun brought him.

And so, Zuocun spent some time living a peaceful life in Luslan's clinic.

Time moved on to July.

"I want to drink that glass of milk," Luslan said to Zuocun, looking at the cabinet behind him. "Pass me, thanks."

“No problem.” Zuocun turned around, took out a glass bottle of milk from the cabinet, and handed it to Luslan.

“You’ve come a long way in the past few days,” Luslan said, taking a sip of milk and smiling at Zuocun.

“Thanks, bro.” Zuo Cun touched his neck.

To facilitate Zuocun's English learning process, the two of them started using English as their daily language in June.

Zuo Cun was initially hesitant and stuttering, but now, at the tail end of July, he is basically able to communicate normally with Luslan in daily conversations.

Zuocun might not be able to write well enough now, but his spoken English is no longer a big problem.

So... it's time to leave.

"Are you leaving?" Luslan put his glass on the bar, looked at the crane wings and pheasant feathers clipped to his waist, and hung the dagger that Zuocun named "Zhenling" on his chest, and asked.

“Yes, I’m leaving.” Zuo Cun nodded.

Ruslan's smile was always gentle: "You came with heavy snow, but left in a sweltering heat."

"Yes, I've bothered you a lot these past few days, Ruslan." With his backpack strapped to his back, Zuocun wiped the sweat from his temples and gave Ruslan a smile.

For the past few months, he hasn't mentioned staying in a hotel. Instead, he's been staying at Ruslan's clinic, sleeping in the bed that the patients use. This makes it convenient for him to study and saves him a penny.

Luslan had no complaints, and Zuocun wouldn't cause Luslan any trouble.

But now, Zuocun is leaving to continue on the path of upholding his beliefs.

"Good luck, brother." Luslan smiled and hugged Zuocun, then grabbed his shoulders and stared into Zuocun's eyes. "And... survive."

“…Hmm.” Zuo Cun nodded.

"Well then, until we meet again, Ruslan." Taking a money pouch from his pocket, Zuocun left without looking back, saying just a few words.

Ruslan, holding the money bag, stood there stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile.

"Of course we'll meet again... Lord Anno."

......

“My lord, Mr. Samura… is leaving Kyoto.” A dark figure emerged from the shadows and knelt at Abe Masahiro’s feet.

"...Really? Not going outside the city to train?" Upon hearing the name "Samura," Abe Masahiro involuntarily clutched his left shoulder.

Now it's very difficult for him to exert force with his left hand.

It's all because of that Feather Demon Slayer... that Zuocun Anno.

"It's confirmed that he's leaving. The Sakura clan member has already left the city with his bag and three swords." The ninja lowered his head, his tone devoid of emotion.

"Then... let's do it. I'm going to make this bastard... die!" Masahiro Abe said through gritted teeth.

Being stabbed in the shoulder will be a disgrace for him for the rest of his life.

While in Kyoto, he dared not make a move, fearing retaliation from Samura.

But now that you've already gotten out of Kyoto...

Don't blame me.

Feathered Demon Slash, Samura Anno.

......

Zuo Cun walked along the official road.

There's a place he'd like to go.

However, it seems that something is going wrong.

"Hmph..." He gripped the hilt of the pheasant feather sword.

“I thought you would arrive sooner…” The wakizashi was drawn, and Samura looked up at the sky. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

"Masahiro Abe's dog."

call--

A dozen or so ninjas dressed in black attacked Zuocun.

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Chapter 331 Assassination of Masahiro Abe

Zuocun held the pheasant feathers, his face expressionless.

These ninjas knew that Samura was no easy opponent, so they threw shuriken at him recklessly.

With a powerful leap, Samura bounded towards the sky, towards the ninja who jumped down from the treetops, and towards the shuriken thrown by the ninja.

After slicing through the shuriken blocking his way, Samura even had the leisure to grab a few shuriken and throw them back, while also counting the number of ninjas who attacked him.

Seventeen.

The ninjas were like ghosts; when one attack failed, they didn't give Samura a chance to close the distance and retreated immediately.

The ninjas came to the ground, but the village chief came to the sky.

Stepping onto the treetop, Zuocun shot down to the ground like a thunderclap.

Zheng—

One of the ninjas was beheaded without even using the substitution jutsu.

"I don't understand why Masahiro Abe is so confident in you bunch of cowards..." Samura charged toward one of the ninjas, "but I won't hold back."

He never intended to persuade the ninjas to surrender.

A ninja's loyalty is unwavering.

This is a group of people who dedicate everything to their master, and their beliefs are not swayed by anything.

Therefore, the only option is to kill them all.

Zuocun... is getting serious.

......

If Samura were to take this seriously, then this group of ninjas, who had long since lost all the glory and skills of their predecessors, would face what, in a sense, the strongest samurai in Japan today: a truly...

Zuocun wiped the blood off his face with his thumb.

This group of ninjas still caused him some trouble.

Sōmura chuckled as he pulled a shuriken from his calf.

He casually wrapped the wound with a strip of cloth and looked at Kyoto, which had already sunk into the twilight.

"I originally thought it would be very unseemly to use my own knife to do things for others."

"...However, I've changed my mind now."

Wipe the blood off the knife with your clothes, Zuocun...

I walked back towards Kyoto.

......

Masahiro Abe sat in his seat.

Anxious.

Now, he only has one ninja by his side.

The ninjas who went out to hunt down the Left Village have been gone for over an hour and still haven't returned; it's already dark.

They left this morning and haven't returned yet.

A somewhat frightening thought arose in Masahiro Abe's mind.

Zuocun was masked and did not carry the crane wings and pheasant feathers, two highly recognizable weapons.

Although he wanted to get rid of Masahiro Abe, a guy he found extremely annoying, it was still necessary to conceal his identity.

At least for now, Samura doesn't want to be completely at odds with the shogunate.

Zuo Cun, from who knows where, took advantage of the night, soared high into the sky.

It hovered above Abe's residence.

Right now, Masahiro Abe is in this room.

Zuo Cun's lips curled into a slight smile.

The source of the malice is extremely accurate; there's no mistake.

As for ninjas, they are calm and incapable of harboring malice.

I'm not sure if there are still ninjas around you...

However, the person I want to kill must die.

Samura plummeted from the sky toward Abe's house.

Masahiro Abe was getting impatient when suddenly the ceiling collapsed.

"Hey!" Masahiro Abe, who was concentrating on his thoughts, was startled and stood up.

A figure dressed in dark Wu-style clothing emerged from the crushed wooden planks.