Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

After saying that, Sano put away his gun and instead pulled out a dagger.

Upon seeing this, Gin raised an eyebrow in surprise: "What? In your usual style, shouldn't you be shouting something about how the adult world has changed? Why are you interested in playing with knives with him today?"

"Wow, Gin-sama seems to know me quite well."

Sano pulled out a second dagger and began to twirl it in his hand.

"But unfortunately, it's just a feeling. I have to try and see if I really have the talent for dancing, as the adults say."

Is one's talent for dancing determined by this?

Gin looked at the second dagger that Sano had pulled out.

Given Sano's past close-quarters combat style, he rarely wields weapons with both hands.

Basically, the goal is to ensure that one hand is usable and can be used flexibly.

This allows for parrying, control, and weight transfer when both feet are off the ground—but in this two-handed sword-wielding mode, the auxiliary functions are almost zero, and the defensive effect is greatly reduced; the only improvement is in attack…

rate?

However, compared to having both control and offense, the improvement is not that significant.

Of course, considering Sano's personal situation, both models have their merits.

Since the monster can dodge bullets, it relies entirely on dodging to engage in melee combat.

Gin didn't think it was a difficult task.

The only question is, why did this guy suddenly change his style?

Because they had always won by overwhelming force, they felt a bit tired and bored, so they deliberately took different routes, or even some more difficult action modes, in order to get some novelty and freshness.

...To put it bluntly, it means they've become reckless and self-destructive?

Gin frowned, somewhat displeased.

"Don't do anything unnecessary; carelessness can be fatal."

"That may be true for others, but I will not die."

Sano responded calmly.

...arrogant and complacent, domineering and tyrannical.

Gin's brow furrowed deeper and deeper... To be honest, Sano turned out like this.

This didn't seem strange to Gin.

A guy who wasn't even twenty years old became a core figure in a criminal organization, while also possessing a huge reputation for justice, wealth, ability, status, and fame—he had it all, despite having stumbled a few times...

Speaking of the number of times, it seems like it's just a matter of memory.

Only once?

Anyway, the number of falls was too few and the severity too minor.

There's absolutely no way to get this guy to take it seriously.

Under such circumstances, it's perfectly normal for things to become increasingly bloated.

But this is undoubtedly not a good thing.

"...Don't try to fool me. I'm serious. If you die, it's all over."

Gin realized that his protégé was going astray again.

Trying to correct Sano's ways... Reforming is the only way!

However, Sano's next reply only made Gin feel even more frustrated.

"First of all, I've already said I won't die, so the condition doesn't apply at all. Secondly... even if I really did die, it wouldn't be Gin-sama's problem, it's not like I'm risking your life. Finally, isn't dancing on the edge of life and death what makes a dancer the best?"

...First, he's arguing with himself; second, he's just like those rebellious kids who argue with their parents and spout nonsense, completely illogical.

Finally, that was clearly made up just to mock himself!

It wasn't enough that he said it once; he actually said it a second time.

Is it really necessary? He was just joking around, and now he's calling himself the best dancer...

Wait a moment.

Is this guy serious?

Gin then realized that he had overlooked a crucial point: this guy's mind was not normal, and he had a particular fondness for imitating people.

What if Sano was practicing dance at the time...?

Then this is probably not a matter of right or wrong anymore, it's the other way around!

...Or it could be crooked, but if it's crooked by 180 degrees, like the kind where the head grows towards the butt, then you'd probably have to pull the whole thing out and replant it.

Just as Gin's thoughts were wandering off course, the person holding the knife, who had been on edge for almost half a minute but had been ignored, finally couldn't take it anymore... This is too much! This is absolutely too much!

"I have dignity too!!!"

The dagger was thrust at Sano.

Sano ignored Gin and dodged while simultaneously delivering a backhand diagonal slash... or rather, a cut with a dagger, anyway, leaving a bloody gash on the man's forearm. Had he been even slightly slower to dodge...

This guy's hand might be crippled on the spot.

"You've got some skill, no wonder you were confident enough to pull out a knife."

Sano raised his hand and touched his cheek. The indelible scar, clinging to his face like a centipede, felt faintly cold.

That stab that just grazed my cheek.

Sano felt as if he had returned to that day... Of course, in reality, this guy's close combat skills seemed to be a bit stronger than that traitor's.

The only missing element was a favorable element for a sneak attack... Of course, the main reason was that Sano deliberately dodged and counterattacked while sticking close to the guy's knife.

This is a very extreme maneuver.

The general purpose of dodging is to avoid danger, so naturally the farther away the better.

Even if there is no intention to escape, leave some room for maneuver.

Is inevitable.

Dodging at a near-zero distance is undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

But risk often represents reward.

This way, Sano can launch a counterattack at the fastest speed... like just now, if he wanted to, he could have crippled that hand.

It's an extremely easy thing.

As for why he "didn't want to"... well, it's simply because he wanted to court death.

That's a harsher way of putting it.

To put it more politely, it's just showing off your skills!

Why did Sano abandon the idea of ​​an instant kill and instead pull out a knife for close combat?

Just as Gin had thought, it got a bit cloying.

This is similar to how in a game, if your stats are too high and you can one-shot any monster, you might intentionally switch to equipment with lower stat bonuses and use the most basic fighting style.

However, it wasn't that Sano's cut was intentionally too light, it's just...

For those who want to show off their skills, a perfect dodge is pretty cool.

But if you fight back with all your might, it's not flashy enough.

What Sano wanted was something understated and effortless.

If you can succeed, great; if you can't, it doesn't matter, just try a few more times.

"Come on, come on!"

Sano took the initiative to meet the attack, executing another perfect dodge while easily counterattacking.

One bloody gash after another continued to appear on the man's body.

The injuries may not be serious, but if there are many of them and the time is long, they can be fatal.

After watching a few rounds, Gin stopped watching altogether.

He turned to get back to business... but Gin had to admit that while Sano was reckless, he was also incredibly skilled. Among the people he knew, he was one of the few who could handle such recklessness without making a single mistake in several rounds.

Perhaps only Sano could have done that.

Chapter 600, Page 603, Sano: Copying homework, copying homework.

Sano not only did it, but he did it perfectly.

It was a feeling of composure.

It's completely lacking, giving off a forced feeling, and even a kind of...

A strange kind of beauty?

It's like they're really dancing...tsk, something's definitely not right, is it?

This seedling must have grown to an unknown extent in the ground.

When the absent-minded Gin finished what he was supposed to do and returned the way he came...

Sano had already finished and was sitting idly at the table next to him, rubbing his fingers and mentally rehearsing.

Given the situation just now, what kind of even more advanced performance could be expected?

"...Since everything is done, why not go in?"

Hearing Gin's question, Sano snapped out of his reverie and casually replied, "It doesn't matter whether I go in or not, so why don't I just wait for you here?"

...A strong sense of lethargy.

Before Gin could speak again, Vodka, who was holding his earpiece, suddenly said, "Big brother, our spies outside say that some people who seem to be reinforcements are coming."

Gin looked at vodka.

The support mentioned here is certainly not support from one's own organization.