A knife can be strengthened 10,000 times

Arriving at the beach, renting a sun umbrella, buying juice, after the young shopkeeper graciously greeted her and helped her arrange the sun umbrella, with a bit of intention to strike up a conversation, the shopkeeper thought he was handsome and showed off his bronzed muscles, and said with a smile If you need to put on sunscreen, you can find him.

Erika expressed her thanks with a smile, then went to the beach chair, picked up the juice and took a big sip, showing a satisfied look.

Putting the backpack on her back under her feet, and wearing a sportswear that doesn't match Zhou, she has already attracted the attention of countless men.

This group of male animals is like dolls, trying to make their muscles look more sculpted, their skin looks healthier, and they want to attract Erika's attention.

Until the girl put the hat on her face and looked like she was about to rest.

Everyone shook their heads regretfully.

Although they really want to strike up a conversation with this stunningly beautiful single girl.

But since people want to rest, it's not easy to disturb them.

Erika seemed to be tired, and really just fell asleep on the beach chair.

At some point, the hat quietly fell to the ground, revealing her angelic face again.

Although the parasol blocked the most intense sunlight, it couldn't block the little bit of brilliance falling on her cheeks.

With a little bit of holiness, a little bit of brilliance, like a tired goddess, bathed in brilliance, quiet and tranquil.

Gradually, the people who were trying to attract her attention no longer put on various contrived poses, but spontaneously slowed down when passing her.

It seemed that even the sound of fine sand rubbing would wake her up.

Even, even the woman who was extremely jealous of her appearance just now.

Some mothers will tell their children in a low voice, don't make excessive noise around that beautiful sister, disturbing her sweet dreams.

The noisy beach suddenly has a secluded piece of soil at this moment.

In a corner of peace, isolated from the world, untouched by the world.

Extremely quiet and beautiful.

Erika seemed to be very tired.

At this moment, if she hadn't occasionally turned her head to adjust her posture, many people would even have thought that there was something wrong with her body.

But after seeing her peaceful appearance, everyone just hoped that she could sleep better.

Just like that, time passed slowly.

The sun goes down.

It's windy near the beach.

And when the young owner of the store was considering whether to wake up this... customer who had slept all afternoon, Erika woke up by herself.

Some cute ones covered their mouths and yawned, stretching their waists.

Looking at the setting sun that was about to set at the end of the sea, and the gradually fewer tourists around, she stood up slowly, put on the sun hat scattered on the ground again, and carried her backpack.

I expressed my gratitude to that...young boss. After thanking him for the parasol, I asked where there is a better food restaurant here.

Followed the instructions of the boss and walked over.

In the restaurant, she enjoyed a meal: the vitality set meal for surfers, before leaving, she heard the suggestion from the owner of the restaurant: "Little girl, the vitality set meal is specially prepared for surfers, and it has a lot of calories.

If you don't want to have a small belly, you'd better go to exercise."

Erika squinted her eyes and nodded with a smile, leaving a sentence: "I'm going to exercise soon."

After that, he walked out of the restaurant and walked towards the port.

Along the way, there was no relaxed smile on her face before.

The temperament of the whole person seems to have returned to the identity of the second lady of the Tokugawa family again, calm and noble, like a white swan in the dark night.

Stepping into the port where no one was there for some reason, along the long bridge, she walked towards her destination little by little.

After walking about 20 meters, she saw the old man who was fishing by the long bridge during the daytime.

Standing still three meters away from the other party, Erikai asked: "You have been fishing for a day, Mr. Ohno, how did you get?"

"Today's weather is too hot, and the fish don't move much.

So it's only now that I've just taken the bait, and the timing is just right."

The old man with the wide-brimmed hat spoke while lifting the fishing rod.

Sure enough, an unusually plump grouper appeared on the hook.

After being skillfully thrown into the bucket by him, he put away the fishing rod, and the old man turned around and looked over.

But for some reason, the lights on the entire long bridge that reminded the safe distance of fishing boats went out one after another.

In the darkness, there was an unknown restlessness.

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In the sky by the sea, the moon has just emerged.

Suddenly plunged into the dark port, the girl stood a few steps away from the old man, carrying a bag, seemingly defenseless.

Ignoring the restless voice in the darkness, she took off her sun hat and asked the old man seriously: "Then you can continue fishing and let me go there?"

"The port is closed, Miss Tokugawa.

If you want to go out to sea, let your family accompany you another day."

The old man named Ono persuaded.

Erika shook her head: "Mr. Ohno, I'm serious.

Let me go before the worst happens."

"It's the worst outcome now, isn't it Ms. Tokugawa?"

The old man faced the girl with his hands behind his back, like a hunchbacked fisherman.

But following his words, the restlessness in the darkness became more obvious.

"Although I don't know how you persuaded Fangzhu to let him not arrest you as planned.

But for me, all I received was an order to bring you back. Not only me, but the entire Kansai is watching your every move.

You are the second young lady of the Tokugawa family, the most honorable pearl in the country.

Everything you say and do represents the Tokugawa family, so please don't be self-willed, okay?"

"Will you please?"

Hearing this word, Erika chewed: felt it, and suddenly laughed.

"I don't like that word.

I don't know if you interpret my behavior as willfulness because of fear, or because you really don't care, so you don't take it to heart.

But I don't really like that word that much."

As she spoke, she shook her shoulders, took the backpack she had been wearing all the time into her hands, unzipped the zipper, and took out a cylinder from inside.

The lid of the cylinder was randomly pulled up and thrown aside.

Erika took out a dagger with a strange shape from the cylinder.

No, it cannot be generalized with a short dagger, it is about 50 cm long, without sheath, and without handle.

It even looks a bit rough, except... the blade part has cloud patterns left by the burnt edge, and the blade looks like a piece of iron covered with black dust.

There is no 50% half-fold pattern left by traditional jade, and there is no aesthetic feeling at all.

It seems that when it was cast, the person who cast it directly defined it as a waste product, lacking even the most basic polishing.

A broken rib.

Wakizashi is a Japanese-style portable short knife, which is used to pierce the gaps in the armor and fight close to the body. It is usually carried with you, and it is mostly used when encountering sudden enemies in indoor and other small spaces. use.

Usually, the rib is used as the third knife of the samurai, but because it is often used for seppuku, many people think that this kind of knife carried by the samurai is...specially used for seppuku, but in fact it is its own There is a faction forming.

And when this... rib cage was held in Erika's hand, a strange phenomenon happened.

On the blade, among the traces left by the... uneven forging, traces of black mist appeared unexpectedly.

The mist lingered on the blade, quickly covering the entire back of the blade, and the mist began to slowly drift towards the surroundings.

It's like a king of beasts warning those in the dark... restless not to invade their territory.

Holding the ribs, Erika looked at the old man: "I want to ask you one last time, Mr. Yamazawa Ohno, are you sure you represent the Yamazawa family and are against me?"

The old man smiled.

"I can represent the Yamazawa family, but Miss Tokugawa, can you represent the Tokugawa family?"

"No, I represent myself."

Eriyi held the ribs with her backhand, and with a good figure in sportswear, she pointed the tip of her left foot in the direction of the old man with an unmatched bow and horse stance.

The left hand holding the rib is hidden behind the back, and the right hand makes a gesture of a knife.

Her palms were relaxed and bent naturally, and the whole person fell silent following this movement.

The old man found that whether it was his senses or his eyes, he gradually began to be unable to lock on to the girl in front of him.

He couldn't help but smiled and gave his permission: "Kamikaze Shinken-ryu, you've really mastered it.

A gentleman hides his utensils in his body and waits for them to move.

very nice."

Hearing his words, Erika's eyes were neither sad nor joyful, but the two feet one behind the other began to move forward tentatively.

And this kind of temptation is meaningless in the eyes of the old man.

He just stood there, looking at the girl with his left foot pointed at him all the time, as if due to his status, he didn't intend to make a move first.

And the turmoil that had appeared in the darkness from the very beginning seemed to have disappeared, and apart from the...beating waves, there was an incomparably strange calm in the entire port.

Erika's feet tentatively moved forward by less than [-] centimeters.

And within the [-] centimeters, her right hand has always kept the saber ready to go, and her left hand is still hidden behind her back, even if she looks from the side, it is impossible to tell where her left saber is hidden. .

After a distance of twenty centimeters, she was three steps away from the old man in a straight line.

"Are you still attacking? Your sword intent has reached its peak, and your momentum has also reached its peak.

But if it doesn't launch an attack, then it will fall into the next accumulation again.

"Looking at the girl, the old man said.

As soon as the words fell, Erika suddenly moved.

I saw her pointing her toes, and the knife in her right hand turned into a block, and she stepped over the three-step distance, and at the same time, her left hand swung towards the old man's neck with her body turning her head.

The ribs turned into pitch black at some point, and with Erika's waving, there was a sound of excited whimpering, as if impatient to drink blood.

Her knife is fast.

The rib gap is not suitable for long-distance fighting. If you want to stab someone, you must match the length of the arm to pose a threat to the elderly who are three steps away.

And this movement of hers is like shedding a rabbit, from the three aspects of body, body, and technique, she vividly reveals the lightning of the sword heart that moves from stillness to the sword heart.

Kamikaze Heart Sword.

My heart is like a god.

My heart is like a sword! Everything is cut! The old man seems unable to react, or the sword is too fast, so fast that his old body can't react at all.

But at the moment when the ribcage was about to cut his throat, suddenly, a pair of hands with black gloves and dark red warrior armor wrapped around their arms suddenly appeared, came to the old man, and directly used the flashing light on the back of the hand. Gauntlets of dark mist block this... ribs.

At the same time, Erika felt that her elbow was frozen by something cold and slippery, she could only maintain a straight movement, but she couldn't exert any force anymore.

Then, a icy cold came from her neck, and a sharp laughter that seemed to come from Jiuyou sounded beside her ears: "Hee hee, don't move."

Finally, it's greasy slippery from underfoot.

At some point, her feet had sunk into the mud that had appeared on the ground. The muddy substance was like oil, and it was making ripples with the strength she wanted to pull out, but it still held her feet firmly. Locked firmly to the ground.

Unable to move, the coldness on her neck reminded her that if she moved rashly, her throat would be cut.

Unable to escape, the mud under her feet made her feel as if she had fallen into a swamp.

Can't even hurt the enemy.