I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Qingdeng fired three arrows in quick succession, killing one with each arrow!

Three enemies, each with an arrow to the head, fell to the ground one after another.

"Whirring whirring……"

Having fought his way here, even Qing Deng, who possesses many extraordinary talents, is not immune to disordered breathing.

He wiped the sweat from his chin while looking around, keeping an eye on the battlefield where Souji and Sanako were.

With its bow for ranged combat and sword for close-quarters fighting, Qing Deng is capable of both, boasting an extremely wide attack range.

The attacking enemy can be killed, as can any enemy who intends to harm the two women!

After confirming that the two women were in good condition, Qingdeng nodded with relief.

Just as he strode forward, preparing to lead the two women down the mountain to break through...

"Ok?"

Qingdeng's facial features suddenly froze, and he slowly raised his head, gazing into the distance.

—Is it... just my imagination?

Just now, he suddenly sensed a... rather ominous aura...

……

……

"Haa...! Haa...! Haa... Haa...!"

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Sanako planted her naginata into the ground, then leaned against the hilt, panting heavily and greedily inhaling the fresh air around her.

Even Qing Deng felt exhausted amidst such a fierce battle, let alone Sanako, whose stamina was far inferior to his.

At this moment, Sanako felt as if her chest was about to explode, her lungs were throbbing with pain, her whole body was covered in fragrant sweat, her flushed face was tinged with rosy cheeks, and her sweat-dampened hair clung to her fair face and pink neck.

Due to her constitution, when Sanako's face becomes flushed, the color that appears on her cheeks is not the bright red like Kinoshita Mai's, but a beautiful cherry blossom pink.

"I really want to take a shower..."

The women's kendo uniform, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to Sanako's body.

Towering peaks, a slender waist that could be encircled by a single hand, a plump peach that is easy to give birth to... Every part of her body, whether protruding or concave, is vividly outlined.

This made Sanako, who valued etiquette above all else and was extremely thin-skinned, feel deeply ashamed.

When she practices martial arts at the Chiba Sword Hall, she immediately goes back to her room to wipe away the sweat and change her clothes whenever her clothes are about to get soaked with sweat.

This is the first time I've ever been completely soaked like this.

Sweat poured down her body, making every part and corner of Sanako's body sticky and sticky.

Especially the area where the Southern Hemisphere meets the chest cavity, where a lot of sweat accumulated, making her feel very uncomfortable. She wanted to open her clothes and reach in to wipe the sweat... but to make such an indecent gesture in public would be worse than killing her.

Whether it was the sticky sweat soaking her skin and clothes or the nauseating heat, Sanako desperately wanted to jump into the bathtub filled with cool water immediately.

"What a pair of... nuisances...!"

Sanako raised her hand and lightly punched the two balls with annoyance.

After her breathing had calmed down a bit, Sanako straightened up, ready to continue the battle.

Just as she pulled the naginata from the ground—

"Oh? Isn't this the famous Chiba family's daughter?"

Suddenly, a male voice with a faint smile came from directly in front of her.

Before the stranger could finish speaking, Sanako's eyes widened instantly.

She instantly assumed a fighting stance, her eyes fixed on the direction from which the sudden male voice had come.

The darkness in front of Sanako began to writhe.

Before long, a tall, slender young man with a red-handled katana at his waist came into Sanako's view.

—When did this person approach me? Why didn't I hear a single footstep?

Large beads of cold sweat slid down Sanako's full forehead.

"Oh! Looking at you up close, Miss Chiba, you really are beautiful! The reputation of 'Edo's Number One Beauty' is truly well-deserved!"

When the young man said this, there was not a trace of lewdness in his eyes, which shows that he was praising Sanako sincerely and without any evil thoughts.

"..."

Sanako ignored the young man's words and continued to stare intently at his posture and movements.

The young man simply stood there casually, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. He neither drew his sword nor even struck a pose.

Even so, Sanako still felt immense pressure emanating from the other party.

This person was completely different from all the black-clad figures I had encountered today... He appeared as steady as a mountain, exuding authority without anger.

Snap...

Suddenly, Sanako heard a faint, strange noise coming from beneath her.

Not daring to take her eyes off the young man, she could only glance down at him out of the corner of her eye.

It turned out that her right foot had uncontrollably taken a half step back...

The body instinctively refuses to fight the opponent in front of it!

At this moment, the young man looked Sanako up and down a few times, then smiled slightly and spoke again:

"Not bad. The posture is quite nice, but the whole body is full of flaws, but it has a considerable aura... No wonder the Black Mother Cloak members were killed by you like dogs."

The young man paused for a moment.

The scarlet corners of his mouth stretched to both sides.

"However... compared to me, they are still far behind."

Having said that, the young man walked towards Sanako with unhurried steps.

As Sanako watched him slowly approach, her expression turned serious.

The pride of a samurai woman would not allow her to desert her post—even if the opponent she faced was an unfathomable and powerful foe!

She stood tall and straight with a stern expression, her nerves taut, gripping the naginata tightly in her hand.

come on!

In the blink of an eye, the young man's body... or rather, only his upper body, suddenly leaned forward, and his naturally drooping right arm instantly transformed into a blurry afterimage!

The next instant, a silvery flash shot out from the youth's left waist.

In the next instant, the young man had already sheathed his sword.

To someone with poor eyesight, the young man's behavior was utterly baffling—he hadn't done anything at all! He had simply raised his hand and touched the katana at his waist!

however--

Sanako stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Her right hand was still holding the naginata, but her left hand suddenly rose up and pressed down on the right side of her neck.

"Oh? You instinctively blocked it... As expected of a member of the Chiba family, your skills are truly remarkable!"

The young man gave Sanako a praising look with a broad smile.

"Waaah...!"

Despite her desperate attempts to endure it, a low moan still escaped from Sanako's tightly clenched teeth.

On the right side of her neck, a blood-red wound was exposed, like a cracked seashell. Thick, warm blood gushed out, flowing from her clothes down to her belt.

"Although you have killed many of my men, I will leave you with a complete corpse because you are a rare heroine among women. Just now, I aimed at the carotid artery in your neck and intended to end you with one blow, but because you subconsciously raised your knife to block, my knife missed and did not hit a vital spot, only shaving off some flesh."

"If I could, I would not want to provoke the Chiba family. If Chiba Eijiro and Chiba Michizaburo... and Chiba Sadakichi, who is old but still not to be underestimated, came to seek revenge, even I would end up losing my head."

"But... in this desolate wilderness, far from any village or shop, there's no need to worry about these complicated matters. Even if someone kills you, your family won't know who did it."

After speaking, the young man revealed an even brighter smile.

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P.S.: Everyone probably knows what a kimono looks like, right? The obi (sash) of a kimono is very wide! It's cinched up to the lower part of the southern hemisphere, covering the entire stomach! As for the obi of a kendo uniform, it's pulled up very high! It's also pulled up to the lower part of the southern hemisphere!

Chapter 440 Clash of Power! Aoto Souji vs. Rakshasa! [5400]

Wow, so fast!

Blood loss and extreme shock caused Sanako's face to turn as white as snow in an instant.

The unexpected turn of events caused her to momentarily lose her composure, only regaining her senses after a short while.

"Iaido...!"

Without a doubt, the move the young man just used was a genuine Iaido technique!

Iaido—also known as "drawing sword technique" or "sword-drawing technique" as commonly understood.

Sanako has seen many masters of this art. For example, Aoto is one of the best.

This was the first time she had ever seen iaido swordsmanship so fast!

Even Qing Deng's sword-drawing technique wasn't this fast!

"Waaah...!"

Sanako took a deep breath, regulated her breathing, and slowly straightened her back, but suddenly her feet stumbled and she almost fell to the ground.

A strong feeling of dizziness washed over her.

The accumulated fatigue and continuous blood loss have brought her body to its limit.

Let alone wielding the sword to attack the enemy, just holding the naginata in one's hand is already quite strenuous.