I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Suddenly, a dark shadow darted out from behind Katsura Rintaro and pounced on him.

"Teacher! Your back..."

boom!

Before the boy could finish his warning, Katsura Rintaro swiftly turned around, raised his left hand holding the revolver, and fired a shot at the dark figure who was about to ambush him, blowing the figure's skull apart.

"Don't underestimate the elderly!"

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Chapter 121 Qing Deng Charges into Battle!

Did everyone see yesterday's news?

This is hilarious! I really want to ask the bodyguards responsible for protecting XXXX yesterday: Where is your craftsmanship? Shouldn't you have risked your lives, displaying the spirit of "bodyguard gods," and vowed to protect XXXX to the death? Is this all the craftsmanship you have?! This is all?! (Fill in the blanks for XXXX yourself)

In ancient times, Ii Naosuke was beheaded; today, XXXX is cunning and shrewd.

If that assassin from yesterday had shouted "Heaven will punish the traitors of the nation," I would have been even happier. In that case, I would call him "the anti-foreign patriot of the Reiwa era."

Assassinating one's own country's political leaders is truly a traditional Japanese trait. So let's stop saying that Ii Naosuke's death was too farcical; reality is always more absurd than fiction.

Even with a beautiful bodyguard who can kill in 0.2 seconds, XXXX still couldn't stop the assassination attempt, let alone Ii Naosuke?

This guy who worships ghosts has been killed! To celebrate this joyous occasion, I'm releasing 1 words today!

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The dark figure with a hole in his forehead rolled his eyes backward, and his head seemed to be pulled back by his rolled-up eyes, causing him to collapse to the ground.

"Get to the rooftop quickly!"

Katsura Rintarou used his left index finger to push open the chamber of the revolver, which had been emptied, while simultaneously bringing his right-hand katana to his mouth, biting the knife, and freeing his right hand to pull out orange-yellow bullets from his pocket.

"Yes, yes!" The still-shaken boy, urged on by Katsura Rintarou, scrambled and rolled toward the stairwell.

Quickly loading ammunition into his revolver, Katsura Rintarou handed the katana he had been holding back to his right hand and strode into the darkness before him.

This revolver was a gift from an American friend to him when he was commanding the Kanrinmaru to escort their Japanese envoys to the United States in January.

Colt revolver, but as for the specific model, Katsura Rintarou forgot.

Katsurin Taro had hardly ever practiced marksmanship, and he had barely fired this revolver. He was only confident in hitting targets that were very close to him—like the guy who had just jumped right in front of him.

But no matter how bad he was at using a pistol, in order to protect the apprentices and staff who were still on the first floor and had not yet escaped to the upper floors, Katsura Rintarou had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

For Katsurin Taro, every apprentice and staff member at the Banshu Research Institute was a talent worth equal to gold!

Even if those books and manuscripts are gone, there's always a way to get a new set.

If these valuable talents, accumulated and cultivated over a long period of time, are lost, it is unknown how long it will take to make up for this heavy loss.

Katsura Rintaro held his katana in front of him with his right hand, while his left hand, holding a revolver, was hidden behind his right arm as he cautiously moved through the suffocating darkness.

Suddenly, another dark figure darted out from the right front of Katsura Rintaro!

"Heaven will punish you—!"

The shadowy figure, wielding a sword in a high stance, swung it down towards Katsura Rintarou from the top.

Katsurin Taro snorted coldly, raised his katana in his right hand, and with a clang, blocked the shadowy figure's blade.

These people all had red headbands tied around their foreheads, probably to help distinguish friend from foe.

Katsura Rintaro also knows swordsmanship.

At the age of 16, he began to study the Straight Heart Shadow Flow and achieved remarkable results.

Until he was 19 years old (1841), he watched a Western-style cannon firing and gunnery exercise conducted by artillery expert Takashima Shuho. He realized that swordsmanship was completely outdated and that samurai swords were no different from embroidery needles compared to cannons and warships. He then resolutely chose to give up swordsmanship and devote himself to studying Western learning.

Although he hadn't practiced swordsmanship for over a decade, his body and the muscles in his arms still remembered how to wield a knife!

The blade that the dark figure slashed down from above has been blocked—this person is now completely exposed!

Seizing the opportunity, Katsura Rintarou swiftly raised the revolver in his left hand and fired two shots at the man's wide-open upper body. One bullet pierced his left chest, and the other pierced his abdomen.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Clumps of blood spurted from the dark figure's mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Feeling the force on the black shadow's blade greatly reduced, Katsura Rintaro took a deep breath, pushed away the black shadow's blade that was blocking his attack, then cut the upper part of his right-hand katana and used a kesa slash on the black shadow, knocking it to the ground.

Just as he finished off one enemy, another dark figure pounced on Katsura Rintaro from another direction.

"Wa ...

— Manifestation Flow!

Upon hearing the cry from the emerging dark figure, Katsura Rintaro immediately, as if by reflex, determined what style of martial arts the person was using.

Only the manifestation stream of Samo can produce such a terrifying, piercing cry.

Different sword styles have different characteristics.

Some styles excel at offense, some at defense, some advocate "no killing," and some are only good for fitness.

The Jigenryu style, which originated in the Satsuma Domain, is a style that maximizes the "attack" attribute.

The Manifestation Style has two main characteristics: the howling of monkeys and a fearless, all-out offensive style.

The "monkey cry" is a unique vocal technique of the Jigen-ryu school. The sound is loud and frightening, and almost everyone who fights a Jigen-ryu swordsman for the first time is frightened by the eerie cry of the monkey.

The fighting style of the Shigenryu school involves raising the sword high above one's right shoulder when engaging an enemy, then violently swinging it down to the lower left. One completely ignores how the opponent will counterattack or defend, and does not think about what will happen if the attack misses.

In short, you should entrust your strength, your life's work, and your life to this one strike, and throw the knife out with all your might!

Because the Shigenryu style of combat, which disregards one's own life and property, is so terrifying, many swordsmen often feel their scalp tingle and their hearts turn to fear when they hear that their opponent is a Shigenryu user.

In an offensive confrontation, the Jigenryu school, which spends a lot of time practicing how to swing the sword fiercely and fast, has overwhelming power and speed; in a parry, the Jigenryu school will knock your sword away in one go.

Many who die at the hands of Jigen-ryu swordsmen are defeated because, while parrying their attacks, they are unable to withstand the opponent's slashes, and their swords are deflected back towards their heads, knocking them unconscious... Some even have their tsuba (sword guard) embedded directly into their skulls.

There are several swordsmen who practice the Jigen-ryu style at the military academy. Katsura Rintaro, who is currently serving as the artillery professor at the academy, has seen their swordsmanship before. So, although he has never fought against a Jigen-ryu swordsman, he has a certain understanding of the Jigen-ryu style.

Knowing he couldn't fight the Shigenryu swordsman head-on, Katsura Rintaro quickly jumped back to dodge the attack from the shadowy figure wielding the Shigenryu style.

"Wa ...

The shadowy figure relentlessly pursued the leaping Katsura Rintarou, frantically unleashing a "Mount Hua Chop" attack, hacking and slashing at him.

The power of the Manifestation Stream was indeed great. The "whoosh" sound of the wind being cut made Katsura Rintaro's scalp tingle just by hearing it. If his head were hit by it, his head would probably split open from his forehead to his throat.

But no matter how powerful the manifestation stream is, can it be greater than a revolver?

Seizing the opportunity, Katsura Rintarou raised his gun and fired twice at the shadowy figure's chest. One shot missed, while the other struck him squarely in the center of his chest.

"Ugh...!" The man, who had been holding the knife high, stopped and spat blood from his mouth and nose.

He had an extremely strong fighting spirit, and he gritted his teeth and tried to continue charging at Katsura Rintarou.

Seeing that this person still had the strength to launch an attack, Katsura Rintaro, who dared not approach him, raised his gun and aimed it at his head.

boom!

His head exploded like a watermelon that had been smashed to the ground.

Katsura Rintarou pushed open the chamber of his revolver, reloaded the ammunition, and continued walking forward.

After searching diligently for apprentices and staff, he finally spotted a familiar figure at the edge of a corridor not far away.

"Sanada-kun! Sanada-kun!"

Katsura Rintaro rushed to Sanada's side to check on him.

Sanada's upper body had been slashed with a long blade, the blade extending from his left shoulder to his right abdomen. He was currently in a state of barely breathing.

No matter how Katsura Rintaro called him, he kept his eyes tightly closed and did not respond at all.

Knowing that Sanada was beyond saving, Katsura Rintaro closed his eyes in anguish.

At that moment, a series of footsteps sounded simultaneously from Katsura Rintaro's left and right sides.

"Quick! Over here! There's a tough guy over here!"

"Be careful! This man has a barbarian's short gun!"

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Judging from this commotion, a large enemy force is approaching!

If he doesn't escape quickly, he'll probably perish here too.

Despite his reluctance and desire to save as many people as possible, Katsura Rintaro could only grit his teeth and flee towards the stairwell.

The one-armed samurai was the leader of the large force that came to pursue and kill Katsura Rintaro.

"Chase him! Catch up with him quickly!" the one-armed warrior shouted.

As Katsura Rintarou fled toward the stairwell, he turned around and fired two shots at the one-armed samurai and his men who were chasing him.

These members of the Exile Group, who rarely saw pistols... or rather, had almost never seen pistols before, panicked and fired at the obstacles after seeing Katsura Rintarou fire.

Katsu Rintaro's two shots hit the floor and the ceiling respectively. Although he didn't hit anyone, his two shots bought him a lot of time to escape.

Taking advantage of the fact that the one-armed samurai had all dodged behind the obstacles, Katsura Rintaro rushed up the stairwell leading to the upper floor in one go.

After climbing to the top floor in one go, Katsu Rintaro saw Ume Goro standing at the top of the stairs, looking down with a makeshift wooden gun in his hand.

"Mr. Sheng! You're finally back!"

Seeing that Katsurin Taro was safe and sound, Ume Goro breathed a sigh of relief with excitement and relief.

"How many people have escaped to the rooftop now?" Katsura Rintarou asked.

“Fourteen men!” Mei Goro replied. “Mr. Katsu, I have done as you instructed, making some simple spears and organizing everyone to dismantle the doors and tatami mats to build defensive fortifications on the west side of the rooftop corridor!”

“14 people…” Katsura Rintaro’s face darkened.

Aside from the gatekeeper, there are 21 people staying at the Tibetan Affairs Office tonight to study or work overtime.