Tokyo Trickster

Shinobu Yao stood in the moonlight holding an emergency light, "You look really energetic, did something good happen?"

"It's right here," Amamiya Ren did not respond to him.

Shinobu Yaku smiled and asked a question that was not in line with his usual habits. "If you feel very conflicted, you might as well think about your status from a different perspective. Think about the difference between you now and before."

"You're so talkative, is that why you're telling me this?" Amamiya Ren took out a test admission ticket from the pocket of her yukata. How could Oshino Yao say such a thing? He thought that this was a place where ghost stories were frequented, and he felt that he might have encountered something strange.

"Heh," Shinobu Yao put the emergency light in his hand on the ground, "Aren't you troubled by these things recently?"

"You should be the kind of old-fashioned person who always talks about 'People can't save others, they can only make them save themselves'," Amamiya Ren looked at the "Tanoko Koji's admission ticket" in his hand, which seemed to be sealed and turned into a mosaic, and felt that the person opposite was probably not a fake (Note: "Tanoko Koji's admission ticket" see the previous chapters 042~044).

This time, it was Shinobu Yao who didn't respond. He put his hands together and slapped the emergency light on the ground. This was the barrier being opened. "You can go in."

In fact, Amamiya Ren could still guess what Oshino Yao was thinking. This man who was wandering around the world in his 30s wanted to train himself to be their successor. The same candidate should be the one who met Narukami Yu for the first time. Putting aside the mentality of watching the fun, her concern for his emotional problems was actually out of her heart. Oshino Yao's caring behavior was obviously a little strange.

Perhaps in Oshino Yao's eyes, Amamiya Ren and Narukami Yuu are both part of his legacy? The precious knowledge of dealing with and responding to ghost stories is always passed on inadvertently, and even the parties involved are unaware of it, until one day in the future when the world's consciousness resolves the dilemma, and then they will realize what a wealth it is.

This expert in ghost stories should be best at maintaining the balance between the ghost story world and reality, but now he has been forced to become an executioner, searching for ghost stories in the city and eliminating them. Among them, there must be those who are not absolutely evil... Seeing how tired he is, I think the situation is already so bad that it is a headache.

"Good night, Mr. Oshino," Amamiya Ren picked up the emergency light, which was his pass to enter and exit.

The moment I picked up the lantern, the woods disappeared into the distance.

Amamiya Lian looked up at the vast Milky Way flowing in the night. This was under the hill. Behind her was a stone staircase leading to the top of the mountain, and in the distance was a deserted town.

The small town illuminated by the crescent moon was silent in the night, with a pale glow at the edges of its outline. Dozens of dark windows were like dead people's eyeballs, staring quietly at the deserted streets.

The evening breeze blew her clothes, and Amamiya Ren held the emergency light. She felt that this town was a little eerie and scary. It was exactly the same as Hoori. Perhaps this was the place where the ghost story happened.

He looked towards the central square. There was no bonfire, no classmates hanging out together, and the shops were all the same, open and empty.

It felt so empty as if a file had been stabbed into my flesh, hollowing out everything in my body. When the cold night wind blew, I could feel sobbing from all directions and my internal organs whimpered.

There was a hazy and dreamy beauty in the desolateness, absolute silence, bleak moonlight, and a layer of white haze covering everything in sight. The rolling door of the pub suddenly fell to the ground with a rumble, and the sound of the wind seemed to be sneering at the uninvited guest who broke into the town.

The silence was broken, dark clouds swirled, and the bright moonlight was no longer visible.

"The divine sword..." Amamiya Lian muttered to herself, "They say it's in the shrine..."

He couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, now the gods have escaped, where is the shrine?!"

The dark shadows blocked out the moonlight, covering the sky and the moon. It was a huge monster with human limbs growing out of its body, entangled with wolves, bears, foxes, birds...all the animals that can be seen and heard in the forest.

If we must define "God", then this big guy is in line with the primitive beliefs of mankind. In ancient times, it would have been a totem. It is big and strong, and it looks like it can eat a lot.

According to the theory of Yin-Yang, this guy should be more appropriately called "evil spirit".

Amamiya Ren thought that she would be nothing but a plug in the teeth in front of it.

Blood-like liquid flowed all over the evil god's body, and it turned into countless huge walking legs with intertwined hands in the air.

"[Chris]."

He pressed his hand on the wall beside him, and almost the moment his foot landed, he disappeared from the spot along with the transformed wall.

The torrent of "gold" rushed through the town, moving at high speed without paying attention to the terrain.

In fact, I have thought about counterattacking the evil god's attack by transforming it into "gold", but this unreasonable ability can only be used on things that I know.

This is the first time that Amamiya Ren has come into contact with a demon.

He didn't even know if his attack would be effective, so he could only run away.

As I was driving at lightning speed, a billboard passed by me.

Amamiya Ren stopped.

[Here we go to, Taiji Shrine in Hoori Town. 】

The closer they got to the shrine, the more impatient the evil spirit became. At first, only one of its legs was chasing it, but now its entire body has fallen to the ground, smashing the building, and countless heads are shaking as if trying to bite Amamiya Ren.

The thief finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to use the safest trick.

He looked up to the sky and shouted, "Lavenda!"

At this time, the secretary only needs to push the door open and use her invincible Megiddorah, and all difficulties will be solved.

But the Velvet Room showed no reaction.

In the past, Lavenda's phone would buzz with text messages as soon as her name was spoken, but this time, there was no movement.

Amamiya Ren gritted his teeth, transformed a large area of ​​trees, and turned "gold" into hundreds of swords and knives to throw at the evil spirit. The ripples caused by the "alchemy" spread, somewhat like Gilgamesh in "Fate", an alternative treasure of the king. No, maybe it would be more appropriate to describe it as "unlimited sword system".

The brilliant sword lights and shadows fell on the dark and deep ghosts, causing exaggerated injuries immediately, just like cutting butter or tofu. But soon these wounds healed in an instant, and the blood spurted out and made a corrosive sound on the ground. They stood up shakily, becoming a kind of offspring, and pounced on Amamiya Lian in the woods.

The thief fled back to where he first entered the barrier and went up the stairs.

The shrine is right there, and the speed of "Golden" is gradually being surpassed by the evil spirit. Hundreds of humanoid monsters are bleeding black blood and climbing up the mountain with their hands and feet.

The steps were corroded and pitted wherever they passed, the flowers and plants withered and died, and even the bushes that had lost their leaves died.

In fact, the interior of the Velvet Room was not as quiet as Amamiya Ren had expected.

At this time, the desk full of textbooks had been smashed by the white-haired girl. She opened her long legs wrapped in black silk stockings and pressed forward towards Lavenda. Her name was Margaret, the secretary of the previous generation of the Velvet Room contractor. According to the secular saying, she was Lavenda's sister.

Much older than Lavenda, and more mature. Older and more mature in every sense of the word.

Margaret paid a considerable price to break in here, with the purpose of stopping Lavenda from helping Amamiya Ren.

"Some rules cannot be broken."

"You're the one who breaks the rules the most!" She was referring to the complicated emotional relationship between Margaret and the previous generation of contractors, and the chaos that resulted.

"You're not allowed to go out anyway."

"You damn ..."

"Lavenda, be a girl with some sense of shame." Margaret used her size advantage to look down on others.

"As expected, I hate you the most!" The secretary felt angry and anxious when she thought that Amamiya Ren, who was calling her, might have encountered some enemies that she could not deal with. She wished she could scratch this sister's face until it bled.

But she couldn't beat Margaret.

Among all the assistants in the Velvet Room, Margaret is the most senior one and the other assistants call her "sister". She is regarded as the "biggest and strongest" fighting force in the Velvet Room.

The stronger you are, the more privileges you have.

Although the price to pay for restricting Lavenda here is quite heavy...

"If you go over there, you will die," she said. "Your contractor is accepting an inheritance that no one else can interfere with."

Margaret looked at Lavenda, who was about to cry, and her tone softened a little. "Even if I tried my best, there's no way I could walk out of there safely."

"Trust your trickster, he is...the best tenant," Margaret seemed to know more than Lavenda, her eyes were meaningful, and she said so with emotion.

At this moment, Amamiya Ren, who was dubbed the "best", broke into the vermilion torii.

He rushed into the shrine holding the emergency light.

If that demon sword would kill everything that came close... at least, facing the blade, Amamiya Ren could try to use [Chris] to resist. But the evil god was really no match for him. This was the first time he had seen it, and it didn't exist in his cognition at all.

He went deeper into the shrine and broke into the worship hall. He could hear loud noises of wood breaking behind him.

His attention was focused as never before, and he had to be on the lookout for possible attacks that might fall on him at any time.

There was indeed the sound of iron being unsheathed.

It was like a flame being ignited in the air.

A "Ramgiya Ren" who is much younger than him, wearing a yukata, draws the sacred sword from its sheath, and points the shining blade at the evil god who smashed the torii and polluted the shrine.

Without words, three swords were swung out in an instant: kasaya slash, reverse kasaya slash, kasaya slash, sheathed, and completed in one go. It seemed to cut off the non-existent swallow, and the sword entered the air, emitting a cold light. This is "Swallow Returns".

"Amamiya Ren" leaned forward again, and once again used Iai, Tangzhu, Kasaya Slash, Reverse Kasaya, Left Stab, Right Stab, Left Cut Up, Right Cut Up, Backwind, and Thrusting Sword. All sword techniques were extended from the nine basic fencing positions of sword techniques, and they were condensed into one at this moment. This one fell on the enemy and became nine. An all-round slash without any blind spots. This was the ultimate sword technique that transcended time and space.

Twelve strikes in total, at least that's all Amamiya Ren could see. Maybe in reality, a hundred strikes were made, maybe a thousand, or even more.

After the divine sword was sheathed, countless heads on the evil god's body howled in pain. It did not realize death until all its heads were chopped off, and its body quickly collapsed.

Those offspring-like black shadows rushed into the worship hall frantically, wanting to fight and kill "Amamiya Lian".

But the boy, who looked like he was only a junior high school student, rushed forward with a knife in his hand, ready to fight against thousands of people.

This is a kind of self-confidence that arises naturally, as if no military formation can stop them, and no matter how thick and hard the armor is, it can be broken with just one sword.

That kind of unparalleled and unrivaled spirit was integrated into every move.

Unlike any kendo teaching video or performance that Amamiya Ren had ever seen, this one was bloody, as if every swing of the sword symbolized a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and the person standing on this mountain and this sea could only be a swordsmanship genius who dominated an era.

Just a few seconds.

The black blood covered the entire worship hall.

The pure white yukata is spotless.

The boy slowly sheathed the knife.

Wait until the strong pain spreads from the fingertips to the wrists, forearms, upper arms, chest muscles...

Almost instinctively, he said, "Thank you for your hard work, Cong Yu."

Only then did Amamiya Ren realize with horror that the knife had been held in his hand all along.

There is no other self.

He stood in the middle of the broken worship hall, knife in hand, watching the moonlight like water and the sparse shadows slanting across.

17-Year-Old Ace: 146. Becoming the Youngest Sword Master (6.4K words)

"Cognition" is often a kind of "deception".

Given a beginning and an end, people will always try to complete the story in their minds as best they can.

This phenomenon also exists in the impression space where all human subconscious minds converge.

Therefore, when the existence of an "Amamiya Ren" is infinitely weakened and pushed into reality through the impression space, he will be classified as a part of Amamiya Ren.

This is what is called “I am me”.

This abstract cognitive change corrects the difference between Amamiya Lotus and "Amamiya Lotus" through the impression space -

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This is Tokyo in the early years of the Meiji Restoration.

The end of the shogunate.

A son was born to the reformist Amemiya family.

Perhaps it was hoped that he could preserve himself in this chaotic world approaching its end, and become a kind-hearted person who helps the people in the future, so he was named "Lian".

A very delicate and cute little boy, he grew up in the pampering of his mother and servants. He showed extraordinary intelligence since he was young, and he could draw inferences from what he learned. He was able to speak eloquently at the age of four and was a famous child prodigy.

Everyone said that he would become a great and accomplished writer or politician in the future.

When he was seven years old, the shogunate broke into the Amamiya family mansion and tried to assassinate the head of the Amamiya family, who was the logistics officer of the reformists. It was a bloody night, and this seemingly fragile and bookish child broke the cervical vertebra of a samurai in his bedroom.

Amamiya Ren stood on the windowsill, staring at the births and deaths, her dark purple eyes shining with a seductive and strange luster.

Then he picked up the sword from the corpse's hand, walked out of the bedroom barefoot, and killed all the shogunate warriors he could see.

This is the talent that Amamiya Ren was born with: no matter what it is, written words, the use of weapons, various strange martial arts, or even physical fitness, such as the genetic abilities of other races, as long as it is everything in the world, he can master it after just one look.

He was smarter than anyone imagined, and because of that, he realized that this gift was not something that could be contained in a human body.

We instinctively limit this power from birth.

until today.

Even though he tried his best to restrict his vision, this pair of eyes, which were later called "Jian Ji Gu" by the world, still made him sick and weak. He often caught colds and fevers, and no amount of treatment worked.

His parents were very worried about this.

Maybe, they won't have to worry about it anymore.

The shogunate's assassins tried very hard to kill them.

Amamiya Ren stood in the moonlight, his feet stepping through the blood that reached his ankles. He looked at the bloodstained sword in his hand, and looked back at the mansion where he grew up, which had been engulfed in flames.

Is this a power struggle? The seven-year-old monster was imprisoned in a circle, fearing that he would hurt himself and others. But today, he was released from the cage by the samurai of the shogunate.

He thought that he was the culprit who indirectly killed his parents because he had the power but didn't dare to use it. He should become a hero who protects the people and not be constrained by these dirty struggles. Protect the weak and uphold justice. This is atonement.

Several years passed quickly.

No matter whether it was the despicable ninjas and samurai or the famous swordsman, no one had ever defeated the boy known as the "Amamiya Murderer".