I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Then, he raised his head and looked outside expressionlessly.

……

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"Hey, found it. It's that house, Onodera is inside."

"His hiding place is really well hidden..."

"Let's go, hurry up and cut off Onodera's head so we can get home and report back quickly."

One after another, dark figures darted out from the bushes surrounding the thatched hut.

Carrying steel knives, they menacingly surrounded the thatched hut.

"Onodera! Get out here!"

The leader kicked open the tightly closed door and rushed into the house like a hungry tiger descending a mountain.

The moment he rushed into the house... the ferocious expression on his face froze.

What came into view was not Onodera's gourd-shaped face.

Instead, it was a cold glint of light that sliced ​​through the air...

Pfft!

The horizontally swung blade shattered the man's skull.

The instant after slaying the enemy who had died without even knowing what had happened, Qing Deng slightly raised the blade of Echizen Sumitsu Richi no Kami Kanetsugu's sword, adjusted the direction of the blade, and then delivered a simple, unadorned horizontal thrust to a tall man directly in front of him.

Although the tall man subconsciously shifted his body half a step to the side in an attempt to dodge Qing Deng's thrust, his slightly slow reaction speed and agility made it impossible for him to avoid Qing Deng's lightning-fast attack.

Pfft!

Another corpse lay on the ground.

The next moment, Qing Deng leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the enemies approaching from both sides. At that moment, he caught a glimpse of another dark figure appearing to his right. That person also held a katana, its blade gleaming coldly.

In an instant, Qingdeng began to act.

He took a step forward, slashed at the enemy on his right, and then turned to deal with the enemy on his left.

The enemy on the left saw Qing Deng move and immediately attacked him like a shadow. Seeing that he was facing Qing Deng head-on, he couldn't help but panic.

However, this only happened in an instant.

A moment later, he regained his composure, lowered his head and hunched his back as he lunged straight at Qingdeng.

Qing Deng lowered his waist to dodge the man's fierce attack, and in the instant of passing, he swung his sword from above to strike the man's crown.

puff!

More bone fragments flew everywhere.

Qing Deng didn't even glance at the pathetic guy whose skull he had shattered, and turned to attack the newly appeared enemy.

The newly appeared enemy pounced like a whirlwind. Qing Deng raised his sword and swung it upwards, deflecting the enemy's blade. However, the enemy's figure was forced back by the deflected weapon, retreating to within 10 steps of Qing Deng.

Qingdeng had no time to look closely and immediately turned to face the people attacking from another direction.

The opponent raised his sword and attacked in the stance of the Xia Duan, while Chao Qing Deng unleashed a fierce offensive.

Qingdeng Cat lowered its body, bent its knees, and lunged straight at its opponent's lower body.

Qing Deng's move left the man bewildered and unsure how to respond.

Although he swung his knife down, it only struck the air behind Qing Deng.

At the very moment the man swung his knife, Qing Deng raised his own knife from below and pierced his throat.

Before it was over, Qingdeng flicked his legs upwards, sending the man tumbling head over heels over Qingdeng's head and crashing down behind him.

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I'm so sorry! There's only a little bit available today!

But there's a reason for that: the author went on a date with a female seal today, which is why there wasn't much time to write.

I deeply regret this! The climax starts tomorrow, and I'll definitely work hard to write more tomorrow! (Like a leopard crying.jpg)

Chapter 432 Sanako Wielding a Big Sword, Do You Still Like Her? [4200]

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Watch out! There's a master inside!"

"Where's Onodera? Is Onodera inside?!"

……

The once peaceful woods suddenly became unusually noisy.

The sounds of footsteps stomping on the grass, shouts at the top of one's lungs, and the sound of a sword being drawn... all sorts of sounds mingled together, rising and falling, swirling above the woods for a long time.

The first five enemies to enter the house were all killed by Qing Deng's blade.

The unexpectedly heavy casualties shocked the group of "uninvited guests".

Startled, they retreated from the thatched hut, not daring to approach it again.

Taking advantage of the moment, Qingdeng flicked his right wrist, wiping the blood off the knife, and rushed to the door, pressing his body against the wall and sticking his head out of the doorway to peek at the situation outside.

"Quite a few guests have arrived..."

Shadows swayed among the trees.

One after another, mysterious figures wielding weapons and bearing unknown identities entered Qingdeng's field of vision.

In the blink of an eye, a huge net descended outside the thatched hut.

At this moment, Sanako, Souji, and Onodera also quickly arrived at the door, imitating Aoto's posture, pressing themselves against the wall, sticking their heads out, and looking outside.

"Damn it! They're coming after us!"

Shock, indignation, and worry were evident on Onodera's face.

Not daring to look away from outside, Qingdeng asked without turning his head:

Who are "they"?

"The Black-Clad Members of the Shimizu Clan!"

"...Those are truly some rare guests."

During Japan's Sengoku period, one could often see a strange-looking knight: they always carried a large bundle, and this bundle was usually very brightly colored.

This large bundle is called "Mother's Clothes". The production process is relatively simple; a bamboo frame is used to stretch the cloth into a large ball.

The original meaning of "mother's garment" refers to the placenta during a woman's pregnancy.

Because it effectively shields samurai from arrows and stones coming from the rear and sides, wearing this armor makes them feel as safe as if they were in their mother's womb, hence the name "mother's garment".

In fact, besides blocking stray arrows, the mother coat has another important function: to boost morale.

It is well known that Japanese people are generally short in stature, and the traditional Japanese clothing can make the wearer appear taller and more imposing.

From an appearance standpoint, the design of the mother's clothes is absolutely hideous.

However, for a samurai, the mother garment was a symbol of honor.

Those qualified to wear the mother's robe were all high-ranking and highly capable samurai, equivalent to a general's personal guard, mainly responsible for important tasks such as raising flags, relaying orders, reconnaissance, and general attacks.

The Shimizu Clan is a yakuza organization.

Since it is a yakuza organization, it is naturally not lacking in violence and evil.

Assassinations, shootouts, and conquests... these are all commonplace occurrences for yakuza organizations.

Therefore, in order to maintain their status, the Shimizu clan selected and raised a group of skilled warriors to form a combat force dedicated to purging, destroying, and killing, which was called... "Black Mother Clothes Clan"!

Despite being dubbed the "Black Mother Suit," the team members did not actually wear black mother suits.

The reason for choosing this name is to announce to the world that this unit is an elite combat force under the command of the Shimizu clan!

"They are the Black-Clad Members of the Shimizu Clan..."

As Souji muttered to himself, a look of disdain involuntarily appeared on his face.

As a unit specifically responsible for handling "dirty work," the Black Mothers may not be infamous, but they are certainly notorious.

Murdering entire families, raping women, and torturing corpses... the actions of the Black Mother Clan were extremely cruel and bloody!

No human being with a sound mind could possibly feel any sympathy for such a heinous "murder group".

“Mr. Onodera, if I heard correctly… the black-clad figures outside seem to have all come for you.”

"Yes...you heard me right."

"...Wow, to be chased by so many people, you must have quite the presence."

Although Qingdeng's lips were smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

That's normal.

No one would be in the mood to laugh at such a sight—the bushes had finally stopped "spitting out" figures. Instead, the thatched huts were surrounded by a dense throng of samurai.

Their encirclement of Qingdeng and the others was not a chaotic and haphazard affair. Instead, it was a well-organized, orderly, and tightly packed formation with perfectly controlled spacing between the groups.

This alone is enough to show the extraordinary nature of the Black Mother Clothes Clan.

Whether it was Qing Deng, Souji, or Sanako, they all composed themselves, holding their breath and looking serious.

The tense standoff brimming with murderous intent, the heavy atmosphere of impending conflict... every scene and every moment here points to the same truth: a brutal battle to the death is about to erupt!

After a brief rest, the Black Mothers, who had been reeling from Qing Deng's earlier "blow to the head," had regrouped.

A burly man stepped forward and shouted loudly:

"Onodera! Just surrender!"

"Considering that you once served the Qingshui clan and shed blood, as long as you obediently surrender, I can spare your life!"

After speaking, the burly man revealed a smug expression that said, "How about that? I'm very sincere, aren't I?"