Chihaya Aine is a member of the team Zero

Goto Ichiri was a little confused. He and Erli seemed to be curled up in the closet at home.

As soon as Goto Ichiri opened the closet, he heard the door being slammed loudly. It felt like it was about to fall apart, and he could hear people shouting and cursing.

Goto Jiri hesitated for a moment, then his expression suddenly became firm. He pleaded with Goto Ichiri, "Sister, please don't say anything later. I'll come and apologize to them!"

"Apologize? Why should I apologize? Why would someone come to collect a debt?"

Goto Ichiri's mind was full of confusion, with past memories and current situation mixed together.

Goto Jiri's little face was full of determination. She had made up her mind to take full responsibility, no matter whether she could bear it now that the situation had come to this. It was just childish talk. Goto Ichiri reached into the closet and grasped the handle of the wooden sword that had appeared there for some reason instead of the guitar. His eyes suddenly fixed and murderous intent rose.

Even the most honest people have tempers, and she naturally has one too. Normally, her family tolerates her social anxiety, so how could she let the young Erli deal with the scum outside the door at a time like this? She also has the responsibility of being a sister.

Goto Ichiri turned around and walked towards the door with a knife in hand. He smiled gently at the anxious Goto Erli and said, "Erli, don't say such nonsense. Just hide in the house! Leave this to your sister."

"But sister..." Goto Jiri wanted to argue a few more words, but Goto Ichiri gently pulled her and she staggered towards the house involuntarily. She was so anxious that she stopped for a moment and quickly took out her mobile phone and unlocked it with trembling hands.

For some reason, Goto Ichiri felt a sense of familiarity when he was holding the wooden sword. It seemed that there was another existence in his body that was proficient in fighting, and the other self seemed to have rich combat experience in using weapons.

Goto Ichiri gave her a soothing smile, signaling her not to do anything. Then, with a frighteningly cold expression, she stepped forward and opened the door. Then, with a strong push, she barely blocked the entrance. Her usual socially anxious demeanor was completely gone. She stared outside the door and asked coldly, "Are you trying to break into my house?"

The middle-aged man with a face full of flesh outside the door said with a frivolous look on his face, "How dare you break into a private house..."

He was halfway through his words when Goto Ichiri slashed him in the face with a wooden sword and shouted, "Then get out of here again!"

When Goto Ichiri swung the wooden sword in his hand, it felt like he was practicing guitar in the past, and he felt very comfortable with it.

However, the wooden sword in her hand was not sharpened, but even so, she was deliberate and her attack was extremely ruthless, going straight for his face and nose.

Although he had not yet fully understood the situation, Goto Ichiri knew very well that this was not the time to hold back. The knife cut directly, causing Kuroda Tota to scream and cover his face and retreat, with blood oozing out from between his fingers. Goto Ichiri stabbed again, but his target was not him, but the chest and abdomen of the person behind him, injuring another person.

Then she kicked out and kicked Kuroda Tota completely out of the door.

Goto Ichiri followed closely behind, and as soon as he walked out of the door, he ignored the astonishment around him, raised his wooden sword and started slashing wildly, without mercy. Every blow was aimed at the head and face or the joints. In a blink of an eye, the people at the door were chopped to the ground and rolled away from the door.

But the other party was an adult after all, and even a gangster, and an old hand in street fighting. Although he was caught off guard for a moment, he quickly reacted. The people behind him started to fight back with baseball bats and other things, and they were also extremely ferocious - there were five or six brothers in the Kuroda family, and they called some friends, a total of more than ten people. There was no way they were afraid of a half-grown delicate girl.

Goto Ichiri was not afraid at all. He kicked the door shut and first protected Erli who was in the house. He began to use his speed to fight and retreat, constantly using the wooden sword in his hand to lure the opponent's wooden sticks and baseball bats to the side, or simply knock them down directly, taking the opportunity to recover.

Although the Kuroda family had a large number of people, the terrain was too narrow and they could not move freely. At all times, only two or three people in front posed a threat to Goto Ichiri. The people behind him could only curse and watch in frustration.

After Goto Ichiri retreated a few steps, he suddenly became fierce. He swung his wooden sword and knocked the enemy's weapon away. He then chopped the enemy's face, drawing blood, and immediately sounded the clarion call for a counterattack.

Goto Ichiri did not retreat but advanced, crouching down to let another enemy's stick pass directly by him, and with a thrust he knocked down a guy behind him who was trying to take advantage of the situation, then turned around and elbowed the enemy who had used too much force and missed, knocking him dizzy.

When the person in front fell, the people behind were stunned for a moment, and then they saw Goto Ichiri moving forward without even stopping, using the cutting techniques in his muscle memory to chop off whatever he saw. If there was a stick, he would chop the long stick, and if there was no stick, he would just chop the person directly.

Goto Ichiri is now fighting entirely relying on the instinct of her body muscles. She can feel that if she is holding a real katana now, it will take her less than three minutes to kill these dozen people.

Now the people of the Kuroda family are in such a mess that they are not much different from a group of miscellaneous soldiers - maybe even worse than a group of miscellaneous soldiers. They have no organization or discipline at all, and their attacks are chaotic.

Goto Ichiri controlled the wooden sword with incredible precision in every strike, using offense instead of defense, and specifically targeting vulnerable parts of the human body, aiming to temporarily deprive the opponent of their ability to fight back with one strike. He would either target the face or the nose or areas with dense nerves, and his feet were not idle either, kicking the bird when his hands were too busy.

Goto Ichiri chopped off the heads of a dozen people in a human wall in a short moment, and there were screams and cries of pain behind them.

Although most of the sword-fighting schools in District 11 use the sharpness of swords to kill people, it does not require every strike to be extremely powerful. Now Goto Ichiri is holding an unsharpened wooden sword, which will not break bones, but it will still leave a bloody mark on his face, which is extremely painful.

Goto Ichiri turned around and exhaled a breath of foul air. She had just been in close combat with the other side, and the other side had more people and more power. If she didn't cut well with her sword, she might be hugged by the other side. If she stopped for a moment, she would be pinned to the ground and beaten. It was extremely tense, and only now did she have time to breathe.

She took a moment to gather her breath, then watched as the Kuroda clan, though weakened and many battered, began to pick up their weapons in twos and threes. She pointed her sword forward once more, striding forward to kill them...

She rushed back and forth in front of the courtyard outside the door, screaming and crying out in pain, and Goto Jiri in the house was terrified.

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She paced around the room for a few times. She wanted to go out to help but was afraid of causing trouble for Goto Ichiri. She couldn't feel at ease if she didn't go out. Finally, she gritted her teeth and decided to fight. She started looking for weapons in the room, ready to die with Goto Ichiri.

Goto Jiri turned around several times but couldn't find anything that could be used as a weapon. Finally, he grabbed a clothesline full of elasticity from the bathroom and shouted at Jimmy Henry, "Jimmy Henry, hide in the house and don't go out!"

Jimmy Henry was originally trembling there, but when he saw Goto Jiri holding the clothesline with a look of determination on his face, his body trembled violently, and miraculously stopped shaking. His eyes began to become bloodshot, and his teeth bared. Without a word, he chased after Goto Jiri, ready to risk his life.

There was a commotion outside the door, with people jostling each other. Goto Jiri opened the door and pushed it several times, but was pushed back. She didn't care anymore and poked around with a clothesline through the crack of the door, crying out in a tearful voice, "Sister, are you okay? Sister!!"

She couldn't get out through the crack in the door, but Jimmy Henry was petite and squeezed out. He opened his mouth and bit someone's ankle and started tearing it apart, causing the gangster who was resisting Goto Ichiri's attack to scream in pain.

Goto Ichiri was carrying out his third attack, and he always required that no more than two enemies be encountered at the same time.

Seeing Jimihen running out to cause trouble, Goto Ichiri rushed forward a few steps, knocked down the enemy at the door with a lunge, and kicked Jimihen back into the house, shouting, "Close the door, Erli, don't make me worry!"

As soon as she paused, someone rushed forward to attack her. Goto Ichiri controlled the wooden sword to roll away his weapon, hit him in the face with the handle of the sword, then kicked him aside. Without waiting for Erli to reply, he directly grabbed the clothesline and closed the door again.

This security door cannot be opened easily by ordinary people without professional tools. Only when Goto Jiri is inside can she have no worries.

Volume 1: Chapter 205 "Goto Ichiri" Walking in Blood

After closing the door, Goto Ichiri took a deep breath and gripped the wooden sword even tighter. Her eyes were cold and sharp, like a beast poised for a fierce attack. Though the Kuroda clan had been shattered, their numerical superiority made them unwilling to retreat. They regrouped, their eyes filled with a complex mixture of anger and fear.

"This little girl... How could she be so strong!" The head of the Kuroda family shouted, clutching his bleeding face. He had never imagined that his gang of thugs, who had been roaming the streets for years, would be forced into such a predicament by a seemingly weak girl.

Goto Ichiri didn't give them a moment to breathe. She charged into the crowd again, swinging her wooden sword like the wind, each strike precise and precise. Her movements were fluid and swift, as if the swordsmanship had been ingrained in her bones. The Kuroda clan fought back desperately, but their attacks seemed clumsy and powerless against Goto Ichiri. The sound of wooden swords clashing with bats and sticks was incessant, accompanied by screams and the sound of people falling to the ground. The scene was in chaos.

Goto Ichiri's tactics were simple yet effective: she constantly controlled the tempo of the battle, preventing the enemy from forming a closed circle. Her steps were light and agile, sometimes charging, sometimes dodging, each strike striking directly at the vital points. Despite their superior numbers, the Kuroda clan was gradually overwhelmed by her fierce attacks.

"No... I can't hold on any longer!" A thug wailed in agony, clutching his wrist, struck by a wooden sword. His weapon had already fallen to the ground, and he huddled in a ball, completely devoid of fighting spirit. Seeing this, the others also began to waver. They had thought this was an easy victory, but they hadn't expected it to turn into a nightmare.

Goto Ichiri didn't stop. Her gaze was fixed on the Kuroda clan's leader, the man who had been commanding from the back. She knew that if she could defeat him, this ragtag group would completely collapse. She suddenly accelerated, cutting through the crowd like a flash of lightning, heading straight for the Kuroda boss.

Seeing this, Kuroda's face changed drastically. He hurriedly raised the iron rod in his hand, trying to block Goto Ichiri's attack. However, his movements seemed so slow in front of Goto Ichiri. The wooden sword accurately struck his wrist, and the iron rod fell to the ground. Then, Goto Ichiri turned sideways, and the wooden sword slashed his shoulder fiercely, knocking him back.

Although she wasted some time, Goto Ichiri still managed to catch up with Kuroda Tota. She didn't care about anyone else at the moment, she kicked him down and started beating him all over the head. The unsharpened wooden sword was just a wooden stick with a handle, and it hurt so much when it hit his head that Kuroda Tota had completely lost the will to resist. He just rolled on the ground and screamed, "Mercy, mercy..."

When Goto Ichiri raised the wooden sword in her hand and was about to swing it again, a voice that sounded unfamiliar but familiar in her heart made her put down the wooden sword.

"One mile! One mile!"

Ultra Seven's voice was full of worry. Over the past period of time, he had become extremely familiar with Goto Ichiri, who was of one mind and one body with him.

"This voice is..."

The moment he heard Ultra Seven's voice, Goto Ichiri's mind suddenly flooded with memories of his meeting Ultra Seven.

The wooden sword in Goto Ichiri's hand slipped from his palm, and the tip of the sword hit the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Mr. Seven?!"

Goto Ichiri had already remembered everything and shouted excitedly at this moment.

"What's wrong with me? Who are these people and Erli and Jimmy Hen behind the door?"

Goto Ichiri said this and glanced at the familiar big eyes that appeared from behind the crack in the door.

"This is probably the brainwashed alien from Viel, and we've fallen into his trap without even realizing it."

Before Ultraman Seven could finish his words, the environment in which Goto Ichiri was suddenly changed.

"What should Mr. Seven do next?"

After getting out of the state where she needed to protect Goto Jiri as an older sister, and with the usually steady and reliable Ultra Seven by her side, Goto Jiri subconsciously relied on this warrior of light who was like an old father.

"Leave it to me next!"

Ultra Seven had just watched the entire battle of Goto Ichiri inside his body, and he knew that the battle just now was already an all-out effort for a socially anxious person like Goto Ichiri.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Seven."

After Ultra Seven took over Goto Ichiri's body, his big eyes, which had always avoided other people's sight and dared not look into each other's eyes, now gave people a sense of sharpness.

"Goto Ichiri" turned around and walked towards the scene change, appearing in the door behind him. He knew that just standing there would not be a way to break through the brainwashing tricks of the alien Viel, so it would be better to go and see what was inside this large building.

As soon as he entered the room, a man who looked like a yakuza picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to report. But before he could press the button, "Goto Ichiri" reached out and grabbed his neck. Before he could react, he squeezed it hard, causing his eyes to pop out of their sockets. He died without a sound.

In the consciousness space, Goto Ichiri was shocked when he saw it and shouted, "Why did Mr. Seven take action so quickly? The people inside..."

"Goto Ichiri" smiled and said, "Don't worry, Ichiri. Although I feel a little embarrassed to say this, I love humans from the bottom of my heart. I can still tell whether what is in front of me is an illusion or reality!" After that, he strode forward.

Suddenly, a person fell down here, and the people around him didn't even react, as if they had never expected that an enemy would appear here.

"Goto Ichiri" had walked more than ten steps before someone responded.

Come forward and stop it.

The underworld in District 11 are equipped with guns, but not everyone is equipped with a gun.

District 11 is a country that enforces gun control, so the few people who rushed over were either bare-handed or holding daggers, and no one pulled out a gun.

These young men all had some basic martial arts skills, but in the eyes of "Goto Ichiri", they were far inferior to his son when he was three years old. He punched out three people with three afterimages, directly smashing their sternums and sending them flying backwards.

Then, he strode forward, grabbed the hand of the man holding the knife, broke it off, snatched the knife in his hand, and chopped off the man's head with a single blow.

"Goto Ichiri" was even more reckless with a sword in his hand. Under the infusion of light energy, the ordinary-quality sword in his hand could cut iron like mud. In a moment, blood and flesh flew everywhere in the yard.

There were even several big men in suits with their upper bodies lying on the ground and their lower bodies lying on their backs. Of course, a living person could not do this action, and the dead man in front of him must have been split in two at the waist at the moment when he turned around suddenly, which is why the upper body turned backward and the lower body moved forward, split into two pieces but looking seamless.

If someone who knows the business sees this scene, they will undoubtedly exclaim: "What a fast knife!"

After taking a few steps forward, she saw half a corpse lying miserably. Her eyes narrowed, she looked back and then looked forward, but there were so many corpses in front of her that she couldn't tell where the other half of the corpse had flown to.

The enemies in the yard were wiped out in a few breaths. "Goto Ichiri" crossed the yard and no longer looked for the main gate. He kicked a hole in the wall and went in to chop anyone he saw.

"Goto Ichiri" swung his arm horizontally from below the waist, knocked down half of the gate, and then beheaded the first person, then the second. At the same time, he stepped forward, then the third, followed by the fourth... Then the next few people fell to the side, the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth - he cut a semicircle with his knife, and eight people on the other side died. The Yakuza didn't even react. They were beheaded before they could even draw their weapons.

After "Goto Ichiri" swung his sword, he didn't even take a breath before slashing again, cutting off a Yakuza who usually prided himself on his reaction speed. At this time, the Yakuza had already pulled a small part of his pistol out of his pocket, and then "Goto Ichiri" cut the two people beside him in half.

At this time, the alarm in the yard rang - several people in the monitoring room were sitting with their legs crossed, reading magazines or playing games. Someone accidentally glanced at the screen and found that the yard was full of dead bodies. Then he shouted and began to warn the people in the headquarters in panic.

By this time, Goto Ichiri had already hacked the house to a bloody mess. Aside from the load-bearing walls and pillars, most walls in Japanese architecture are made of wood, and the doors are sliding doors covered with paper or silk. With Goto Ichiri's hearing, he didn't even need to see the person; he could simply listen to their voices and, with a casual stab through the wall, kill them.

When "Goto Ichiri" was killing people, it was unknown which Yakuzoku ignited the fire before his death - the traditional buildings in District 11 have good earthquake resistance, so they can only pray to God for fire prevention.

Within a few breaths, the entire house was engulfed in flames.

The entire Omi Alliance was in chaos, with shrill screams everywhere.

The courtyard where Tetsuo Nikaido was located was closest to the place where the "Goto Ichiri" incident occurred. After receiving the alarm from the monitoring room, he quickly assembled his direct subordinates and some of his fellow disciples. While thinking about which hostile organization was coming to attack, he went straight to meet them.

He was confident. The enemy had infiltrated to sabotage, so they probably weren't numerous. The outer perimeter hadn't been lost, indicating they wouldn't be receiving reinforcements. He was at home base, surrounded by friendly forces. Even if he couldn't capture or kill the enemy, as long as he could keep them occupied, it would only be a matter of time before they were captured or killed.

More importantly, they couldn't allow the other party to set fire so recklessly - he looked at the thick smoke billowing not far away and was furious. The headquarters of the Omi Union was actually burned down like this, which was simply a disgrace.

Tetsuo Nikaido did not want to use guns to avoid attracting a warning from the Metropolitan Police Department, so he directly ordered his men to enter the house with knives and kill the intruders.

"Goto Ichiri" was like a god descending from heaven, surrounded by flames, thick smoke, blood, and screams.

Soon, there were no enemies who dared to face him in the big house consisting of dozens of rooms, and "Goto Ichiri" moved forward unimpeded.

In a narrow corridor, "Goto Ichiri" and Nikaido Tetsuo's men met.

Dozens of the other side were crowded together, and dozens of knives formed a knife flower.

Generally speaking, it would not be a good idea to confront dozens of people head-on in such a narrow place, but "Goto Ichiri" pointed the knife in his hand forward and strode forward.

The corridor was only wide enough for two or three people to walk side by side. Although there were only dozens of people on the opposite side, it looked like a dark mass with no end in sight. Both sides were running faster and faster. The three people facing "Goto Ichiri" shouted in unison and rushed towards "Goto Ichiri" with their swords drawn.

"Goto Ichiri" took a few big steps, held the knife horizontally in his hand, blocked the three stabbing knives, pushed forward, and suppressed the long knife that was stabbing from the gap in the opposite back row, then shouted loudly, and pushed forward against several long knives!

The three people who faced "Goto Ichiri" had the backs of their swords pressed against their faces, but they had nowhere to retreat, and dozens of people behind them were staring at them.

"Goto Ichiri" roared again, the sound was like thunder, and the wooden boards under his feet crumbled into pieces. With the strength of one person, he forced dozens of people to retreat slowly.

Dozens of Tetsuo Nikaido's men were squeezed into a pile, and the knives in their hands pushed against each other, accidentally injuring many of their own men. But even though the injured screamed in pain, they could not fall down or retreat, and stood straight, allowing the people behind them to push and wrestle.

The several swords facing "Goto Ichiri" could not withstand such great force and shattered one after another. A flash of sword light was seen, and the heads of the three people in the front row were shot up into the sky, while "Goto Ichiri" squeezed into the crowd with a long sword in his hand.

"Goto Ichiri" seemed to be covered with oil as he moved forward through the crowd. The sword in his hand turned into a ball of silver light. Wherever he went, there was a rain of blood.

If he gets too close to his opponent, every knee and elbow strike could mean a death. A knee strike could break bones, and an elbow strike could explode the brain.

After a few breaths, there was a clear road in front of them. The bodies of the enemies were scattered all over the ground. The sound of blood spurting out was like a rainstorm. The accumulated blood made this place look like a ditch.

"Goto Ichiri" waded through the blood and rushed out of the house. Just when he was halfway there, he heard the first gunshot of the day.

Tetsuo Nikaido had just given the order for his subordinates to enter the big house and eliminate the invaders, when he saw that the subordinates who had entered were huddled at the door and unable to move. While he was puzzled, he saw that his subordinates began to scream and slowly retreat, and there were even more shrill screams coming from inside the door.

Then, he saw a ball of silver light rolling out from the house, just like a violent hurricane. As soon as his subordinates were swept into it, they were instantly turned into a pile of limbs and flesh.

He stared at everything in front of him in disbelief, until his men collapsed in a pool of blood. He looked around and found that there was no one around him except for a few kittens. He immediately pulled out his pistol and loaded it...

PS: I laughed when I saw the sushi I made today. I feel like I might as well just share the story that the Toyokawa family is a cult.

Volume 1: Chapter 206: Illusion

He could hardly control his body trembling, looking at the pink-haired girl in front of him who was lightly shaking off the blood on the knife.

The pink sportswear was surprisingly clean, without even a drop of blood on it.