I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

A tense atmosphere filled Nishino's nostrils, and a heavy mood rapidly built up.

Just as the archers were less than five steps away from the two, my grandson suddenly reached into his robe and pulled out a ball-shaped object.

"Nishino-kun! Close your eyes!"

Nishino was taken aback, but quickly remembered the instructions his grandson had just given him, so he immediately closed his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, my grandson forcefully threw the "ball" in his hand at the feet of the archers.

Bang!

The explosive sound assaulted the eardrums of everyone present.

Immediately afterwards, the archers' cries and wails rose and fell.

"Damn it! It's a smoke bomb!"

"Cough cough cough! My eyes are so sore!"

"Tears! Tears keep flowing!"

"Aaaaaaah! My eyes! My eyes!"

……

Because his eyes were closed, Nishino had no idea what was happening outside.

But judging from the archers' shouts, the thing my grandson just pulled out of his pocket must have been a smoke bomb.

Smoke bombs—Nishino had always thought such things were just novelists' jokes.

How could something so tiny produce such a huge cloud of smoke when thrown on the ground?

To my utter surprise, I was able to witness a real smokescreen tonight.

"Nishino-kun, come with me!"

Nishino felt his left sleeve being pulled forcefully.

He followed my grandson's dragging and charged forward.

A moment later, he heard my grandson shout again:

"Nishino-kun, you can open your eyes now!"

Upon hearing this, Nishino immediately opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eye was the back of his grandson running ahead of him, and the panicked, fat face of Phoenix House Yataro.

"Nishino-kun! Grab him! Then jump out the window!"

At this point, Nishino finally understood my grandson's battle plan.

First, they pretended to be powerless to resist, which made Phoenix House Yataro and the archers lower their guard.

Once the latter gets close enough, throw a smoke grenade to distract them.

At this moment, because the archers had all come forward to capture Nishino and my grandson, Phoenix House Yataro didn't have a single guard by his side!

Anyone with a brain can see that this is the only chance for Nishino and my grandson to capture Phoenix House Yataro alive!

With this thought in mind, Nishino's gaze sharpened like an arrow! His steps were swift! He even forgot the pain of his wound.

"Quick, quick, come save me! Help me!!"

As he watched Nishino rushing towards him, almost within reach, the color drained from Phoenix House Yataro's face instantly.

However, the archers were too busy taking care of themselves to care about him.

Seeing that the archers couldn't come to his rescue in time, Phoenix House Yataro hurriedly retreated, but after only a few steps, he collapsed to the ground because his legs went weak.

Driven by his survival instinct, he frantically continued to retreat.

His little struggle was destined to be in vain.

"Quiet down, you fat pig!"

With a rough, dog-like motion, Nishino grabbed Phoenix House Yataro by the back of his collar, dragged him off the tatami mat, and then rushed with my grandson toward the nearest window.

The smoke grenade my grandson just threw didn't last very long.

At this point, the fog gradually dissipated, and the archers finally caught their breath.

Phoenix House Yataro was captured—in their shock, they quickly drew their bows and nocked arrows.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

One arrow after another pierced the air, flying towards Nishino and the others with the wind.

Just then, an arrow grazed the scalp of Phoenix House Yataro, startling him so much that he almost wet his pants.

"Idiot! Don't shoot the arrow! Don't shoot the arrow! It'll hit me!"

Phoenix House Yataro's shout frightened the archers so much that they dared not move again.

Just as they were hesitating—

Clang! Clang!

My grandson and Nishino, who was dragging Phoenix House Yataro, crashed through the window one after the other and landed on the eaves below.

Despite suffering multiple injuries, Nishino and my grandson managed to deliver a flawless landing before the ground was hit.

On the other hand, Phoenix House Yataro, who had never learned any martial arts... his entire back slammed straight onto the roof tiles.

The sound was so loud that one couldn't help but wonder if he might smash the eaves down.

Before Phoenix House Yataro could scream, Nishino pulled him down again...

……

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Edo, Tsukimiya Shrine—

Qing Deng went to Tianzhang Academy without stopping.

"Your Highness, I've already heard about the matter from Yae. What were those scum saying?"

During the day today, after leaving Shimizu Residence, Qing Deng, who hadn't had a proper rest in a long time, fell into a deep sleep in the inn.

A long-awaited long sleep.

Qingdeng slept until it was almost dark before he finally woke up.

As soon as he woke up, he saw Yae who had come to deliver the order.

"Junior! Lord Yu Du wants you to go to the Moon Palace Shrine right away! Those scumbags you captured are finally willing to spill the beans!"

Upon hearing this, Qing Deng dared not delay and hurriedly went to the Moon Palace Shrine.

And so, this scene unfolded.

Faced with Qingdeng's question, Tenshōin nodded slightly:

“Sheng Qing, I’ll keep it short—according to those scumbags, Rakshasa seems to have a particularly good relationship with a tsukushima named ‘Hououya Yataro’.”

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In fact, Nishino was right; he and my grandson did indeed save Qingdeng from a disaster.

Qingdeng is not yet capable of easily dealing with more than twenty archers in a confined space.

If Qing Deng arrives at Phoenix House's mansion before Nishino and the others, even if he successfully captures Phoenix House alive, it won't be an easy task.

Chapter 464 Goodnight, Man Bearing the Name of the Dragon [5000 words]

Edo, somewhere—

"Huff...! Huff...! Huff...! Huff...! Ugh...! Huff...! Huff...!"

Nishino stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, but fortunately he managed to grab the wall next to him and steady himself.

"Damn it...! Cough! Cough cough!"

A murky liquid, indistinguishable between blood and saliva, spurted from Nishino's mouth.

Nishino, who knew nothing about modern medicine, naturally did not know what "adrenaline" was.

When adrenaline is secreted in large quantities, it can make people temporarily forget the pain.

Nishino was unaware of the underlying principles.

All he knew was that during the desperate breakout he had just risked his life with my grandson, his wounds had miraculously stopped hurting.

But now... as time slowly passed, Nishino's adrenaline returned to normal levels, and the burning, piercing pain once again dominated his entire nervous system... no! Even worse than before!

It's probably because the wound was accidentally torn open... Come to think of it, with all that running and jumping out of the window, how could the wound not be aggravated?

Every step Nishino takes now is agonizing.

The relentless pain was almost numbing his nerves.

My hands and feet are cold, and my fingertips are numb.

His pale face, devoid of any color, was covered in cold sweat, as if he had just washed his face.

He reached out and wiped his face, unsure whether it was his palm or his face that was numb; the sensation of his skin was indistinct.

At that moment, Nishino heard my grandson's voice:

"Nishino-kun... are you alright?"

"It's alright... I can still move..."

As he spoke, Nishino silently lowered his head and glanced at his side, where a broken arrow was still stuck.

When an arrow enters the body, never try to pull it out haphazardly—this is common sense.

Leaving aside the fact that randomly pulling out arrows could easily cause the wound to break open and reopen.

When an arrow hits a person, it leaves a hole.

If you pull out arrows without proper preparation, then the large hole becomes an excellent "bleeding point".