Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

Now I just want to beat him to death, or be beaten to death by him.

Minamoto no Raikou raised the sword in his right hand and stepped forward. His steps were as fast as lightning and he rushed forward in an instant. The next moment, he was in front of the thief and chopped him down on the head with heroic force.

Clang... The crisp collision of metal is like a dragon's roar, emitting a spark of fireworks in the night.

The two butterfly swords were pulled out from under his legs at some point, and he used a diagonal cross stance to block Doujikiri Yasunari's slashing attack.

But... it was too heavy. Hachiman, who was already at a disadvantage, held the sword with both hands and was pushed back half a step. The woman used his samurai sword as boldly as a long-handled razor.

"Blocked?! This is... the Eight Cutting Swords?! But that's too naive!"

Minamoto no Raikou, whose sword force was blocked, was only surprised for a moment before recognizing the young man's weapon, but what happened next was even beyond the young man's understanding.

Minamoto no Raikou began to exert force from his waist, and with his left foot as the origin, his right leg dragged on the ground and drew a half circle.

"Ha........." Minamoto no Raikou roared coolly.

Bricks fly with great force!

Hachiman was suddenly struck by a huge force, and the constant friction between his two swords and the samurai sword made a sharp stabbing sound, and then he was "slapped" and flew out.

Damn, you think you are playing golf.

The young man suspended in the air had a completely new understanding of the Crown Princess's extraordinary strength. Like a cat jumping off a building, he used the force that knocked him away to flip over in the air, inserted his two swords into the ground, and then landed lightly on the ground, with his long wig fluttering to the ground.

Click, click, click. The lighter lit a cigarette, about ten meters away from Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess.

"This is really troubling. Is there really any bonus for inheriting the name of a heroic spirit? Don't you think this is unfair to a protagonist like me who doesn't have a system?"

Hachiman smoked a cigarette and complained in a lazy voice, and the gloomy eyes that belonged to the literary girl just now turned back into lifeless dead fish eyes.

"With such skills, you are still disguised as a woman. Don't you feel ashamed of such a despicable behavior?"

Minamoto no Raikou reprimanded her sternly in the tone of a discipline committee member, but his eyes were always looking for opportunities. Although she seemed to have many flaws, Minamoto no Raikou's wild instinct was warning her not to act rashly, especially when facing a short-range weapon like the Hachizanto, which could be easily suppressed in an instant if brought close to the opponent.

Hachiman chuckled twice: "As expected, although 'Mother' has been practicing orthodox martial arts since she was a child, she doesn't have much experience in life-and-death battles."

"Don't call me 'mother'!" Minamoto no Raikou said angrily.

But this is understandable. Before she got married, she was a secluded lady of Genji. Although she loved archery and horsemanship and had a high talent, which master would dare to fight with her? Is she tired of living?

As for after getting married, I can only exercise alone every day.

Although the young man had practiced the Eight Cut Sword for a short time and had no famous teacher to guide him, the silent man only taught him the basic stance, and the rest was five years of fighting for his life.

He's alive and well, that's all.

Hachiman flicked away the half-smoked cigarette, slowly pulled out the butterfly swords stuck in the soil, and pointed them at the noble.

"But, there is no truth that the fake thing cannot defeat the real thing."

The young man looked like he was seeking death, and he rushed forward as fast as thunder and with unstoppable force.

Minamoto no Raikou, who was holding the Doujikiri Yasutsuga in both hands, met his gaze.

here!

Seizing the moment when Hachiman's body stopped, Minamoto no Raikou took a heavy step forward, exerting force on the muscles of his spine and waist. The wet robe stuck tightly to the vest line on his front abdomen. He swung Doujikiri Yasunaga violently, ready to kill the thief of unknown origin.

Crack... Different from the collision of metal, a more dull sound was heard, and the samurai sword, which can be called a national treasure, let out a mournful cry.

!!!

Minamoto no Raikou gasped for a moment. Was he seen through? !

The swastika-shaped guard of Hachiman's left-handed butterfly sword blocked Doujikiri Yasunaga and held it steadily.

Butterfly double swords, specifically designed to counter swords and knives.

The long-lost thrill of blood rushing and a life-and-death struggle surged in Hachiman's heart. He grinned, his mouth full of blood.

In an instant, he held the left knife, his body moved like a ghost, his toes made a semi-arc, and he went around to Minamoto no Raikou's side, and slashed her wrist heavily with the right knife, the first blow.

The right sword knocked down the samurai sword, and Hachiman turned again, and the left sword flew into the air and slashed the Crown Princess's carotid artery, the second sword.

Then the right knife left her wrist and cut her right scapula on the back in less than 0.1 seconds, the third knife.

The right side of the abdomen, left buttocks, left thigh, left calf and right ankle joints were all walked.

The explosive muscle power of his whole body made the veins on his temple bulge, and the series of cuts were completed in an instant.

Close combat with continuous strikes that flow like flowing water is called Eight Cuts.

Hachiman instantly held the knife in his reverse hand, and on the specially made butterfly double knives, only the tips of the blades emitted a slightly cold light.

"You are already dead." If the knife is opened.

Looking at the stunned Minamoto no Raikou, the young man chuckled.

Chapter 1 Lifetime Achievement +

"You are already dead." The young man holding two swords said casually.

From the girl Shiyu who was scared to tears by the way she held the knife when they first met, to the little thief who now has the leisure to laugh after breaking her weapon.

For a moment, Minamoto no Raikou's consciousness was cut, until Doujikiri Yasunaga fell off her hand, and her body was hit by blunt objects in many places, the burning pain... made her feel the reality of being alive for the first time in a long time.

The blood was surging, and even the air seemed to become hot... No, it was the surge of adrenaline, and her rapid breathing seemed to produce mist between her breaths.

“Hahaha…ha ...

She was laughing wildly, hiding under a strong maternal and gentle temperament, because of the stimulation of the young man, it seemed as if a giant beast under the deep ditch was about to awaken.

Just when Hachiman felt her temperament change from dignified and heroic to indescribable madness, Minamoto no Raikou suddenly had several pebbles in his hand.

Clang, clang, clang........

In the night, Hachiman used his butterfly swords to slap away the pebbles that were tearing the turbulent water. He felt a vague numbness in his palms, and the cynicism on his face gradually disappeared.

It seemed like I had accidentally released something incredible.

After the stone was pushed away, the Dojikiri Yasuna seemed to have magnetism and returned to Minamoto no Raikou's hand. She held the sword in her right hand and pressed the blade with her left hand. She raised the sword to her forehead and assumed a kendo stance of Torii Gate.

"I seem to have a crush on you."

There was a bit of stickiness and greasiness in her smile. She now wanted to know who the young man was...after she killed him.

The strong feeling of excitement put her whole body in a state of orgasm.

Hachiman's eyes almost popped out of his head. He's really turned evil.

It's just that the weapon was knocked down once, so you can't afford to play.

"Kill the evil." Minamoto no Raikou roared, and rushed forward in an instant, stabbing his famous sword like a spear.

Hachiman's eyes flashed, and he blocked with the butterfly knife in his right hand, pushed the knife behind him and counterattacked with his left knife. This was the usual method of the Eight Cut Swords, but...

Can't push it open?!

Instead of pushing away the butterfly knife in his right hand, there was a tendency for the samurai sword to cut through the blade and directly cut his carotid artery. The Crown Princess, with an inexplicable fierceness in her eyes, did not even dodge the knife in her left hand.

Injury in exchange for death.

"Tsk..."

The young man made an unhappy sound as if he was annoyed, changed the direction of his left hand sword and slashed it towards the samurai sword, blocked it with both swords, and jumped away from Minamoto no Raikou like a bow.

It seemed that the person in front of him was not a frail woman, but a bull ghost in human form, with incredible strength.

However, Hachiman jumped away on his own initiative, but Minamoto no Raikou had no intention of letting him go. Unlike Hachiman's smooth and even beautiful combo, the Crown Princess's wild and aggressive sword moves and violent speed kept raising dust in the air, more like a ruthless lumberjack, cutting off the flow of air.

Rub, rub, rub, rub......

Fireworks scattered in the night, blowing out the candles in the eternal lamps, causing them to shake continuously. Hachiman used a defensive stance, fighting and defending, and kept retreating, returning to the Buddhist room in Akican Villa. The open-air environment just now was too unfavorable for him.

Brush... Hachiman once again found an opportunity to use the swastika guard to block Doujikiri Yasuna, with his left knife resting on her wrist.

With a twist, he sent the samurai sword flying far away, and was about to chop her neck with his right hand, knocking her out and letting her sleep for a while!

However, the ferocious look on Minamoto no Raikou's face did not diminish, and a smile appeared on his face.

Shocking kick... The Tang sword hidden under the floor popped out. He held the sword and deflected Hachiman's left-hand sword with his backhand. He turned his body and his long hair splashed in the air like a waterfall.

"What a troublesome woman! Can't you just sleep for a while?" Hachiman complained, but he suddenly burst into flames, and his smooth and high-speed slashing suppressed Minamoto no Raikou who was changing swords.

"If you can make me fall asleep, you can do anything you want... Ah, what am I talking about?"

Despite saying so, her smile grew wider between her defensive stance and her counterattack, like a bright red mandala on the other side of the Sanzu River.

The elegant intellect and the violent savagery continued to merge in her, and the soul of the berserker grew rapidly in the tempering of life and death. The originally somewhat rigid swordsmanship in the dojo also became fierce and bloody in the process of observing the young man using the knife.

Once again, Hachiman knocked her Tang sword away, but this time, she actually pulled out a Tang sword from the Buddha statue.

Although the relatively narrow Buddhist hall is more conducive to short-range weapons than the open flat ground, Minamoto no Raikou on the home court could pull out a sword from somewhere. No matter how many times she knocked the sword away, she could always pull out other Tang swords from unexpected places.

Tsk, how many things did this woman hide in this place?

“Hahahahahaha…hahahahahahahahahahaha…are you out of strength anymore? Where did that endless suppression from just now go? You still want me to fall asleep? Just this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this?”

The tall woman was laughing wildly, which instantly made Hachiman's face turn black. Damn, you've learned to be sarcastic quite quickly. Were you pretending to be so ignorant just now?

"It's too big."

The sound of golden weapons continued to ring, and weapons were constantly falling out of hands and being grasped again.

"Martha Marta."

The Buddhist hall was in a mess, as if it had been run over by a giant beast. The stand of the eternal lamp was cut off, and there were many deep knife marks on the load-bearing columns and the floor. There were also dozens of Tang swords with different handles lying on the ground or inserted diagonally. Once too many swords were knocked away, it would be completely meaningless for Hachiman to simply hold up her weapon.

Ding ding dang dang, just like a song of flowing water in the mountains, there were already many bloodstains on the bodies of the two men. Minamoto no Raikou did not hold back, and his suppression power was still getting stronger. Hachiman could only fight with all his strength.

More importantly, Hachiman is running out of strength. He has not practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his bones have already formed. Compared with people of orthodox background like Minamoto no Raikou, the biggest gap is physical fitness. He originally chose the Eight Cut Swords for short-term bursts and suppression, but he didn't expect to encounter a violent demon like Minamoto no Raikou who becomes stronger the more he fights.

He should have thought of it long ago: how could a woman who had been imprisoned for fifteen years and was out of touch with the times be gentle and moving? Isn't that murderous copy of the calligraphy the best proof of this?

How much time did this woman spend hiding all the Tang swords here?

"I'm running out of strength." Hachiman said honestly, holding up his two swords.

His injuries were more serious than the young man's, but the berserker gently wiped the blood off his face, slowly put his fingers into his tongue to lick the blood, and smiled softly, with an elegant demeanor.

"Actually, so am I."

Her violent fighting style was more energy-consuming than that of the young man, and he was as nimble as a mouse. Whenever he was about to succeed, he could always avoid it in a risky way or exchange injuries for her own.

Moreover, every time he broke through the defense, his wrist was hit hard, and now his strength in holding the knife is less than 30%.

But, it was this thrill between life and death that made her feel the heaviness of life.

It feels so good to be alive.

She was a little infatuated with the young man in front of her, so she did a lot of it.

Minamoto no Raikou, the structure of the upper part.

Hikigaya Hachiman, with his two swords crossed and hanging in front of him.

"Stop! Stop it! Don't hit me anymore!" Murasaki Shikibu, who appeared out of nowhere, shouted sadly.

Hachiman's face suddenly fell.

"Flaw." Minamoto no Raikou responded, and at the moment when Hachiman was distracted, the violent blade cut through the air like a thunder plow or a hot knife.

"I've discovered your weakness!" Hachiman shouted, discarded his two swords, and used his hands to pose as a martial artist.

Flat chested avoid!

Minamoto no Raikou's sword moved in response, and cut Hachiman just a millimeter away.

My fiancée gave a thumbs up.

"You..." Minamoto no Raikou was unable to react to the young man's unexpected action.

At this moment, Hachiman rolled over, then half-knelt and gently pulled Minamoto no Raikou's robe.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh….”

The Crown Princess couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hands and squat on the ground.

Hachiman stood up, with the afterglow of a winner: "It was a wonderful duel, Lord Raikou."

Lifetime Achievement: Take off the robe of Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess (1/1)

As a result, Murasaki Shikibu kicked her on the butt as she stepped forward.

Chapter 19: Eating the melon and eating your own head

Murasaki Shikibu kicked Hachiman in the butt, causing him to stagger a few steps and then fall flat on his face.