Chihaya Aine is a member of the team Zero

It was not the sound of a blade cutting through the air, but the sound of an arrow piercing the air.

Based on the direction from which the sound came, it was not difficult to determine that the arrow was shot from behind him.

Goto Ichiri felt like his back... no, to be more precise, it was as if his body had eyes and ears everywhere, and his senses were unprecedentedly sharp.

As soon as the archer crouching in the tree trunk released the bowstring, Goto Ichiri sensed that an archer was shooting an arrow at her, and quickly judged how long it would take for the arrow to hit her and where it would hit her.

Volume 1: Chapter 219: One Hundred Killers - Goto Ichiri

Use the stepping stone and step to the right.

As if it had been precisely measured with a ruler, the distance Goto Ichiri stepped to the right was just enough for her to dodge all the arrows coming towards her.

While dodging the arrows, Goto Ichiri bent down and picked up a large stone on the ground.

Hold the wakizashi with the thumb and index finger of your left hand, and grasp the stone with the remaining three fingers.

The arrows just now were shot from different directions.

Make a big circle with your elbow and throw the stone in your left hand randomly in one of the directions where the arrow just came from.

Goto Ichiri didn't look carefully to see whether he hit the archers.

She felt there was no need to watch.

Because she instinctively felt that the stone she had just thrown would definitely hit the archers who thought they were safe just crouching on the tree trunks.

With a "crack", the sound of branches breaking rang in everyone's ears.

Then, a scream was heard.

On this battlefield filled with blood, a huge monster fell from a big tree.

Of course this behemoth is a human being.

The archer whose head was hit by the stone thrown by Goto Ichiri was also an unlucky guy.

When he fell from the tree trunk, he landed on his head.

After the head made close contact with the ground, there was a crisp sound of broken bones that made your teeth ache.

In the end, the poor archer fell limply at the roots of the tree like a puddle of mud, without making any sound.

“A-a monster…!”

"How can we possibly defeat this monster..."

"Is this guy still human...?"

"You, you hurry up!"

"Why don't you go up?!"

The warriors who were still alive let out cries of pain.

Goto Ichiri, covered in blood but fighting more and more bravely, looked like he was possessed by a ghost, and awakened many warriors who were thinking about money just now.

Adherence to the samurai code of loyalty until death, desire for money, cherishment for life, and fear of death.

The complex mixture of these emotions occupied the minds of all the living warriors.

Compared with these people, the emotions currently in Goto Ichiri's mind are much simpler.

Goto Ichiri now felt that his head was empty.

To be more precise, I feel like there are almost no chaotic thoughts in my head.

Although there were flowers, grass, soil, the sun and all kinds of other things in Goto Ichiri's field of vision, she only felt that there were only two things in the world before his eyes: the knife in his hand and the enemies around him.

There was only one thought left in my mind: kill all the enemies around me!

"Quick! Surround him!"

"There are so many of us! There's no reason we can't defeat just one person!"

"Hey! You guys! Stop being so timid! If you don't hurry up and get on with it, it will be your turn to die!"

The warriors who were still alive were much more noisy than before.

Either they let out a roar without any real meaning, or they called on their companions around them to join them.

They kept shouting just to fill the anxiety in their hearts.

As long as they keep making loud noises, they can relieve some of the fear in their chests.

"Kill! Ugh..."

"Come on... cough, cough, cough! Cough..."

"Wait! Please spare my life...Puff!"

Goto Ichiri didn't listen carefully to what the samurai around him were shouting.

At the same time, I have no interest in listening.

Whether they are cursing or begging for mercy,

In other words, their voices sounded like a loud cacophony to Goto Ichiri's ears.

Goto Ichiri kept repeating this action, swinging his sword at the source of each noise.

Standing in place with his feet firmly rooted on the ground, Goto Ichiri drew the sword lights from the two swords in his hands to form a closed "light wall" with both offensive and defensive capabilities.

No matter whether the enemy's attack comes from behind, in front or from the side, Goto Ichiri's sword can always draw an arc at the most timely speed and then block the enemy's sword.

Then he used his other sword to draw another arc and take the enemy's life.

Goto Ichiri knew exactly how many enemies were standing around him, which enemies' attacks would hit him first, which enemies' attacks would hit him later, and which enemies had entered his attack range.

Goto Ichiri now feels that her brain is like a computer, ruthlessly and efficiently calculating the various situations and changes on the battlefield, helping her to block every attack from the enemy and counterattack every enemy.

Someone who was besieging Goto Ichiri fell down, and another person on the periphery quickly filled the gap, swung his sword and attacked Goto Ichiri, but was then chopped down by Goto Ichiri, and then another person came to fill the gap... and this step was repeated over and over again.

Another arrow shot towards Goto Ichiri.

Then he was dodged again by Goto Ichiri who slightly turned sideways.

"What the hell is going on!" The archer who shot the arrow was crouching on the trunk of a big tree, cursing, "Why can't my arrow hit her?"

The archer felt like his head was about to get confused.

From the time Goto Ichiri stood up again until now, she could no longer remember how many arrows she had shot.

All he knew was that his right arm, which was used to draw the bow, was quite sore, and the arrows in the quiver were almost used up.

The angle and timing of his arrows were all quite tricky.

All of them were aimed at Goto Ichiri's back and shot when he was facing him.

According to common sense, Goto Ichiri should not have dodged his arrow.

However, the facts before him broke the common sense in his mind again and again.

No matter how many arrows he shot, Goto Ichiri's back seemed to have eyes, accurately dodging every one of his arrows.

"I just don't believe it...!"

The archer cursed under his breath as he drew the bowstring again, preparing to make another effort.

However, before he could even draw his arrow onto the bowstring, a rock whizzed towards him and hit him squarely in the face.

The archer's last memory was falling from a tree trunk, feeling excruciating pain in his head and neck, his vision growing increasingly dark, and then—nothing happened...

While dealing with the surrounding warriors, Goto Ichiri did not forget to counterattack the archers lurking in the trees.

In the gaps between defending and attacking the surrounding enemies, he picked up stones on the ground and threw them at the archers.

The archer that Goto Ichiri just killed was the last archer.

With amazing jumping power, Goto Ichiri stepped onto the trunk of a big tree next to her, dodging the attack of a samurai. Then, using the acceleration of gravity when landing, she killed the samurai who had just used a downward strike on her with a single sword strike.

"Hahaha! The 30 taels are mine!"

At this moment, a loud and arrogant laugh suddenly sounded from the right side of Goto Ichiri.

A "corpse" that had been lying on the mud on the right side of Goto Ichiri suddenly jumped up and stabbed Goto Ichiri with a sword.

The owner of the loud laughter just now was this "corpse".

This person had been lying on the ground, pretending to be a corpse, deceiving Goto Ichiri and all his companions, silently waiting for the opportunity to counterattack Goto Ichiri.

And his "endurance of humiliation" was not in vain, he finally waited for the opportunity to counterattack Goto Ichiri.

The place where Goto Ichiri had just landed from the tree trunk was less than a step in front of him.

With the thought, "This may be my only chance," the samurai laughed arrogantly, quickly stood up, and stabbed Goto Ichiri with his sword.

And his attack actually worked.

His sword blade broke through the chain mail defense and pierced Goto Ichiri's right abdomen.

The feeling of the piercing flesh reached the warrior's palm.

However, before the warrior could show any joy, a downward slash covered his head, splitting it in half.

Whether he was being stabbed or cutting the enemy's head in half with one sword, Goto Ichiri always had an expressionless face.

After the samurai collapsed to the ground, Goto Ichiri, still expressionless, silently pulled out the knife that was pierced into her chain mail and threw it casually on the ground.

This expressionless look, as if he had no idea what "pain" was, made the surviving warriors feel a chill in their teeth and greatly reduced their fighting spirit.

When the number of more than a hundred wild beasts, stimulated by money and driven by desire, is reduced to half, their originally hot brains will gradually cool down.

When their number fell below 40, they began to realize what a terrifying monster they were facing.

When the number falls below 20, those still alive have basically lost their will to fight.

Looking at the enemies in front of him who numbered less than 20, Goto Ichiri realized belatedly at this moment...ah, I have already killed so many people?

Goto Ichiri just kept killing all the enemies that appeared in her field of vision, killing one if she saw one, and killing two if she saw two.

He didn't count how many people he killed, he just kept swinging his sword.

When he came to his senses, Goto Ichiri found that there were only less than 20 enemies left in front of him.

The faces of the remaining people were all filled with fear.

Their fighting spirit and morale had been crushed by Goto Ichiri.

Even if Saito Yoshitatsu doubled the reward for Goto Ichiri's head, it would be impossible to restore their fighting spirit and morale.

I don't know who was hit first, but he let out a wail first, then fled backwards in a panic.

This warrior who was the first to flee from the battlefield was like a beginning, starting a chain reaction.

In a flash, three more warriors followed his footsteps, wailing and fleeing away from Goto Ichiri.

But there were also some people who were still standing there trembling, unwilling to escape with these people!

"As a samurai, how can you escape from the battlefield?" A young warrior, probably only in his early 20s, shouted, "I'll let you, the evil villain, see my loyalty!"

The warrior's shout seemed to be directed at Goto Ichiri, but also seemed to be directed at himself.

After shouting this loudly, he raised his sword high and rushed towards Goto Ichiri.

laugh!

As soon as the young samurai came into his attack range, Goto Ichiri cut his throat with his sword without any hesitation.

Then, he lowered his center of gravity, turned into a shadow, and rushed towards the dozen or so warriors who were hesitating whether to continue fighting with Goto Ichiri or turn around and flee.

The two swords are wielded, in the clear mirror and still water

With the blessing of the heart, Hotaru Higan's level was briefly raised to the master level, and its power was brought to the extreme by Ichiri Goto.

In just a few breaths, the light from the two swords swept across the bodies of more than ten warriors one by one, taking their lives.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Goto Ichiri gasped for air, trying to regulate his breathing.

The surroundings, which had been noisy since the battle began, finally quieted down.

The only sounds left at the scene were Goto Ichiri's breathing and... the breathing of a burly man standing not far in front of her.

"You are the only one left, Komaki Genta..."