Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

This point must be made clear.

Qingze took a deep breath, squatted down, touched the floor with his right hand, and used his catalyst sensing superpower.

His sight stretched upwards in an instant, and from this godly perspective, he saw the panoramic view of the park.

It was very quiet and there was no one outside in sight.

Qingze stood up, strode into the grove, and using Schrödinger's cat, his body gradually became translucent.

Before leaving home, Chiyoko Morimoto repeatedly reminded him to confirm the destination for tonight and see if there were any foreigners coming.

With a thought, he made himself appear in the sky above Shinjuku.

Shinjuku at night is like a colorful gem, emitting brilliant colors.

Shinjuku Station is even more crowded, giving people the feeling of opening a can of sardines.

The pedestrians on the street seemed to be all crowded together.

Qingze floated in the air for a while, then quickly floated down, approached the surface of a building, and touched it with his right hand.

He used his catalytic sensing ability to search the area within a one-kilometer radius.

……

The neon lights at night are charming.

Michio Hanama was strolling on the streets of Shinjuku when he became interested in Takashi Sunaga.

As soon as his interest came up, he wanted to kill people.

So he decided to kill someone tonight.

But such people cannot be found casually.

If you want to cool down his excited interest, you must kill someone who makes him feel comfortable after killing him.

To meet that condition, it is absolutely impossible to be an ordinary person. It is really not difficult to kill those people.

He wanted to kill someone who had received special training and had a certain fighting foundation.

For example, students at a kendo gym.

Michio Hanazama stopped and looked up. On the door of the kendo hall was a sign of the Hokushin Ittoryu.

When he was searching for Tokyo Kendo Hall on the Internet, he came across Hokushin Ittoryu by chance. Recalling his old memories, he took a closer look and discovered that the teacher here was actually an old acquaintance of his.

Since graduating from high school, he has forgotten how long it has been since he met his former rival.

Unexpectedly, that person actually became the master of Beichen Ittoryu.

He returned to Tokyo after a long absence.

How can I not see my old friends?

I hope I won't let him down.

Michio Hanazama walked into the gate of Hokushin Ittoryu.

The receptionist was a woman who looked to be in her early twenties. She was wearing a brightly colored kimono and said with a smile on her face, "Hello, do you want to learn kendo?"

Michio Yusama looked at the receptionist in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face. He said, "Little girl, guess whether the knife on my waist is sharpened?"

The receptionist glanced at him.

Judging from his attire, this person should be the type who plays role-playing games.

He looks to be over 30, but still has a childlike heart.

"Sir, the knife on you is sharpened."

The receptionist said this, but she didn't think the knife was really sharp.

However, for someone of this age who still plays role-playing games, it is not appropriate to pierce his unsharpened knife.

"Your guess is really accurate."

Yusama Michio clapped his hands, the smile on his face became more joyful, and he said: "Then let me give you a little reward."

The receptionist thought the uncle was too greasy, and said with a sweet smile on her face: "In this case, why not apply for a student card for the kendo hall? If you apply now, you can get a discount for the monthly card.

We have a dedicated kendo teacher who will provide one-on-one instruction to ensure that you can get started within a month."

"unnecessary."

Michio Hanazama shrugged, and the lazy smile on his face suddenly turned into a bloodthirsty one. He grasped the hilt of the knife with his right hand and slowly pulled out the knife from his waist inch by inch.

The cold blade reflects the light, exuding the unique charm of cold weapons.

Especially the blade, which looks exceptionally sharp.

The receptionist felt a little uneasy, but was not too panicked. This was Japan, and a knife-wielding incident was impossible.

"gentlemen."

"My name is Michio Hanazama."

As he spoke, he slashed down with a swift blow.

Chapter 174 Human Beheading in the Civilized Era

hiss.

There was a sound in the air similar to that of a snake spitting out its tongue, which was the strange sound produced by the blade cutting through the air.

The receptionist stood there stupidly, with a confused expression, obviously not reacting yet.

She blinked and tilted her head to see more clearly. The pain in her neck quickly spread to her brain.

Michio Hanazama drew his knife, and blood gushed out instantly from the severed aorta.

Bright red blood splattered on the walls and the front desk.

The woman fell to the ground without a word.

Michio Hanazama stared at the sharp blade. There was not a drop of blood on it. All the blood had flowed away from the surface of the blade.

This is a famous sword with a very resounding name.

The first generation of Kitetsu.

Michio Hazama locked the entrance with his backhand, walked to the back door, and locked the back door as well.

Keep the key in your arms to prevent anyone from escaping from here.

The apartment building where Hokushin Ittoryu is located has seven floors, but the kendo hall is on the ground floor and there are no stairs leading to the second floor.

There are only two doors in front and back. If they are locked, no one can escape. They have no choice but to stay and fight to the death.

Michio Hanazama turned and entered the kendo field.

The warm light shone on the light yellow floor. The venue was square and there were thirteen or fourteen students from the kendo hall staying here.

They all wore protective gear.

Some were practicing kendo, and some were standing in the corner chatting.

The students are not children, but adults who come here to relax after work, and their purposes are different.

Some people want to learn kendo seriously, while others just want to relax and unwind.

The latter naturally won't practice too hard.

Michio Hanazama took a quick look and quickly recognized who was the instructor of Beichen Ittoryu from their attire.

After not seeing this old friend for more than 20 years, he was almost unrecognizable. His eyes were no longer as clear as before, and he had white hair on his temples. He must have been carrying the burden of the family.

"Long time no see, Taniguchi Hirohei."

Michio Hanazama raised his hand and greeted him.

Taniguchi Hirohei frowned and stared at the man who entered the venue. He thought for a while and said uncertainly: "Hasama Michio?"

"Yes, you still remember me. That's good. After meeting for many years, let me see how much your strength has improved."

Michio Hanazama raised his sword and put away his casual expression, taking on a serious expression that surprised Hirohei Taniguchi and the other students.

"Hey, uncle, what era is this now? Do you think we are filming a drama about the end of the Bakumatsu period?"

A student with slicked-back hair stopped chatting with his friends and stepped forward to stop this ridiculous behavior. "I'm a lawyer. It's illegal for you to carry sharpened tools with you. If you wave them at others at will, you may be charged with intimidation."

Michio Hanazama thought the man was too talkative and slit his throat with a knife.

Not a very good person.

But the feeling of the blade tearing flesh still made Michio Yusama somewhat intoxicated.

Especially at that moment when the blood spurts out of the throat, the bright red luster is more beautiful than any other color in the world.

"Hoho~"

The man covered his neck with his hands, his eyes widened. He really couldn't believe that there was such a madman in this world.

This is Tokyo!

Damn it, I'm going to sue him for bankruptcy! Life imprisonment!

As the man thought about it, the strength kept receding from his fingertips. He couldn't even feel the warmth of the blood, and the coldness was spreading through his limbs.

Boom! The man fell to the ground, and the hoarse sound echoed in the kendo field like an old bellows.

Everyone was shocked.

Taniguchi Hirohei was furious: "Hasama Michio! Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, it's just that you are immersed in hypocritical fantasies. Is Tokyo safe? Is modern times civilized?

The answer is no.

This world has never changed from the past to the present, it is violent and bloody, and people are killed every minute and every second for various reasons."

Michio Yusama said slowly, took out the key with his other hand and threw it into the scabbard, "I have locked the door.

If you want to survive, you have to take the key from me.

You are also people who practice kendo, so show your courage."

"asshole."

Hirohei Taniguchi growled, knowing in his heart that Michio Hamama was a very scary person.

Since high school, he has had an extraordinary obsession with kendo, and his eyes look like there is an evil spirit living in them.

If he had lived in the late Edo period, he would have definitely been a killer.

He thought that his evaluation at the time was high enough, but now he thought that he was too conservative and did not need the end of the shogunate.

Even in this era, Michio Hanazama can become a terrifying human killer.

"I will hold him back, and you guys wait for an opportunity to attack him. Hit his right hand to knock the knife away, and then hit him on the head."

Hirohei Taniguchi took a few deep breaths and began to arrange how the students could assist him.

He certainly couldn't stop Michio Hama alone.

It would be different if everyone came together.

"Okay, Taniguchi-sensei."

The students no longer scattered, but formed a circular formation to surround Michio Hanazama.

One by one, they clenched the bamboo knives in their hands and stared at him intently.

As long as Hirohei Taniguchi holds back Michio Hasama's sword, they will rush forward.

With so many bamboo swords hitting Michio Hanazama who had no protective gear, he could be killed if he was not careful.

But now they don't care about Michio Hanazama's life.

……

A solemn atmosphere enveloped the kendo field.

Michio Yusama smiled and said, "Great, I just like the look in your eyes, come on!"

Hirohei Taniguchi took a deep breath, assumed a classic kendo fighting stance, and stepped forward step by step, his eyes fixed on Michio Hanazama's movements.