I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

It's not just oppression in the physical sense, but also the cold and sinister murderous intent!

Hey~

The clear sounds of swords and knives mixed with the mountain breeze and echoed throughout the temple.

Serabell's demon sword Muramasa was sharpened against the unknown samurai sword of the female Yasha. The collision of terrifying forces did not produce brilliant sparks, but instead seemed extremely restrained.

Time seemed to be stretched to the extreme at this moment.

Two figures entered the battle, one above and one below, and Serabelle looked up.

The blood-stained Yasha mask was close at hand, and her long black hair danced wildly in the wind behind her head.

Serabelle could almost hear the long breathing through the white wooden mask. The airflow that was brought to the ground by the sword rebounded and lifted the wide sleeves of the female Yasha's kimono.

The clear moonlight shone in the sky, and what caught the boy's eyes was a white and slender wrist.

As the ancients said, a single glimpse can reveal the whole picture. Even in modern Japan, the only women who can have such beautiful wrists must be from wealthy families, who never touch women's clothes and live a life of luxury, paying great attention to maintenance.

But such a slender wrist can exert such terrifying power, what kind of super muscle density is this?

Serabelle considers himself to be a super-muscular type, able to exert strength far beyond his appearance with his relatively slender physique.

However, it now seems that the other party is clearly better than him...

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and after a moment of distraction, the flow of time returned to normal.

Zheng!

The silver blade flashed across the boy's cheek, and the female Yaksha retreated with her toes tapping the ground with her long blade in hand.

Her retreat caused a distance of four to five meters between the two of them.

Serabelle rubbed her face with the back of her hand. Although she was not actually hit by the attack just now, there was still a slight stinging sensation on her skin.

The female Yaksha did not rush to attack again, and Serabelle did not take the opportunity to pursue her.

The two sides maintained a tacit confrontation.

After about four or five seconds, Serabelle took the initiative to speak and try to negotiate.

"Who are you? I don't think you are in the same group as that Nishijo Taiga, right?"

"..."

No answer.

Just at this moment, another gust of mountain wind blew by, and the fire in the temple suddenly flickered a few times, and then a corner of it dimmed.

The firewood in two of the braziers had burned out and no longer emitted dazzling flames, but turned into hot charcoal that emitted a dark red color in the twilight.

But this makes sense. These braziers had been set up long before Serabelle and the others arrived, and no firewood had been added during this period. Besides, so much time has passed now, it's time to burn them all out.

call……

Serabelle slowly exhaled a puff of white mist.

He loosened the sword in his hand, or to be more precise, he only loosened the sword in his left hand, and threw it to Ooka Momiji, who was a little stunned by this super display. Then he switched the demon sword Muramasa with the blood-stained hilt from his right hand to his left hand, which he was not so used to.

"Thank you for the sword, Ms. Ooka. But I'm sorry, could you please take the sword down the mountain first?"

Eh?

Ooka Hongye was stunned again.

She didn't understand what Serabelle meant. Hadn't she been able to use the dual sword style quite well before, including in the kendo competition?

Why do we suddenly have to change to the Ittoryu style now? Is this the legendary self-destruction of martial arts?

While Ooka Hongye was hesitating, three more braziers in the temple went out.

"please hurry up."

Serabelle urged.

His eyes were focused on the female Yaksha in front of him from beginning to end.

Confronted with him, he couldn't even concentrate on saying a few more words. The oppressive feeling was much stronger than that of Nishijo Taikawa and his dozen disciples combined.

"I……"

At this time, Ooka Hongye finally reacted and understood what Serabelle meant.

——He wanted to delay the woman wearing the Yaksha mask so that he would have time to escape down the mountain!

But before she could utter the words "I'll go call someone", the mountain wind began to howl again.

Finally, the three braziers were extinguished, and the huge temple suddenly became dark.

The vision was plunged into darkness one second, and the next second a flash of a knife appeared.

The murderous intent turned into a torrential rain and hit her face. Serabell instinctively raised her knife to block it.

clang!

The sword hummed again, and he did block it, but the force from the sword made his arm numb.

What a powerful force...

There was no sound of the Kyoto girl's receding footsteps. It was obvious that she was still standing there, which made Serabelle grit her teeth slightly.

There is no other choice but to give it a try!

Summoning up her strength, she swung her sword to knock away the sharp blade that was pointing at her face, and then Serabell swung her sword again.

Clang!

As expected, the slash was blocked.

Then kill again.

Cut again!

Kill again!!!

Completely different from the sword fight where each move was rhythmically exchanged, the two people fighting in the temple filled with twilight seemed to be fighting at N times the speed, with one sword after another.

They kept clashing swords against each other, and each of their seemingly frantic swings was blocked by the other.

At that time, clouds and mist floated over the mountains above and blocked the moonlight. The mountains were completely dark. Without the only light source, Ooka Red Leaf could no longer see anything except the high-frequency tinkling sound echoing in the ears.

Only when the two of them occasionally fought around a brazier could she vaguely see the intertwined figures through the faint red light coming through the charcoal.

Although this description may not be appropriate, Ooka Momiji really feels that... these two people are just like dancing.

A life-threatening dance.

Dang! ! !

After another round of sword fighting, Serabelle took two steps back and came to a extinguished brazier.

The slightly shiny charcoal illuminated half of the boy's face covered in sweat. He held the knife in one hand across his body and gasped violently.

He looked a little disheveled, but the female Yaksha wasn't much better. Although her clear breathing couldn't be heard through the mask, judging from her constantly rising and falling chest, she must have consumed a lot of physical energy.

In fact, if it was just physical exhaustion, it would be fine. But for Serabelle, what is more terrifying is the mental exhaustion.

Fighting in such dim lighting is like asking a person to drive blindfolded on a highway with dump trucks roaring by.

It doesn't even have much to do with negligence, but it has reached the point where the slightest mistake will result in death on the spot.

If it is in a virtual game, it can be defined as excitement, but if it is put into reality, it is an extremely terrible mental torture.

Tsk, if only I could see clearly...

Serabelle thought to herself.

Then, the light really came on.

The next second, along with the bright light of a flashlight shining in from outside the temple gate, there was also the sound of a familiar Osaka accent.

"Mom? Is that you?!"

Chapter 434: Very wet!

Mom??!

Hearing the sound coming from the temple gate, the two men who were in a standoff again after a round of fighting stopped the strength they were preparing to accumulate in their hands at the same time.

Serabelle was not mistaken, this was undoubtedly the voice of Hattori Heiji.

He didn't know why he turned back.

What's even more magical is that as Hattori Heiji's voice sounded, the female samurai wearing the Yasha mask on her face also put away her stance, and a voice that Serabelle was very familiar with came from under the mask.

"Ping-chan..."

hiss~!

Serabelle's eyebrows suddenly raised.

This... is really the voice of Hattori Shizuka? !

But...how is it possible? And why?

As if to dispel the boy's inner doubts, the "female Yaksha" raised her free hand and slowly took off the blood-stained Yaksha mask on her face.

Revealed underneath was the delicate face of Hattori Shizuka.

But compared to the elegant and beautiful women that we usually see, Hattori Shizuka, who had just experienced a fierce battle, looked obviously more lively. The blood still surging in her body turned her white cheeks into a faint blush, and her lipstick-painted lips became particularly delicate and tempting.

"Arapin-chan, how did you find this place?"

Without giving her son a chance to question him, Hattori Shizuka took the initiative.

Hattori Heiji was stunned for a moment, just like the monster in Bloodborne who tried to attack but was shot by a despicable outsider and was stunned, and answered subconsciously.

"Didn't my dad call me out of the blue and said that when he got home from get off work, he found that you weren't at home, and there was a sword missing from the dojo."

"get off work……?"

Hattori Shizuka was a little surprised. She spent two seconds calculating the day and then said "oh".

"That's right. Today is your dad's regular day off. No wonder he got off work so early."

A public holiday is the same as a day off during your shift, just like the weekend for ordinary workers.

As a result, I can only leave work early on holidays...

What is the ultimate office worker?

Even my days off are exploited like this, no wonder I can't get home until eleven or twelve o'clock on normal days!

Serabelle couldn't help but complain in her heart.

At this time, Hattori Heiji finally had the opportunity to express his doubts.

"So why are you here, mom? Did Uncle Otaki tell you? And why did you fight with Sera?"

"Well, let me explain the first question first."

Hattori Shizuka held the knife in one hand and touched the corner of her mouth with the other hand, thought for a while, and said.

"It was Inspector Otaki who told me about your injury, Ping-chan. I was afraid that something might happen to you, so I rushed to Kyoto early this morning and followed you all day."

"..."

So you've been following behind me all along?

I didn't notice it at all!

Hattori Heiji has lived for 17 years and for the first time he discovered that his mother had the qualities to be an Assassin.

“Then there’s the second question.”

Hattori Shizuka paused.

"In fact, when you were rescuing Kazuha, I was hiding in the dark and watching. I had planned to take action if you couldn't solve the problem, but I didn't expect you to actually do it... And I was a little itchy when I saw the fight between Saira-kun and Mr. Nishijo Taikawa. I guess I was excited to see the prey, so I couldn't help but hide my identity and exchange a few moves with Saira-kun."

"..."

What does "after a few moves" mean?

Could the situation just now be dealt with simply by "fighting a few moves"? !