Tokyo Trickster

Even Western muskets and cannons could not do anything to him, and he even created a legend of cutting off a warship.

He refused to be recruited by any organization and only relied on his own will to save the victims. Anyone who stood in his way was attacked most fiercely. He ignored any betrayal and conspiracy, and would draw his sword as soon as he had a bad idea.

This is a road of self-redemption filled with regret.

It is also a road of life and death that is destined to lead to losing oneself.

Fortunately, when he was 11 years old, Amamiya Ren came to the "intersection of reality and spirit" through a dream and met the girl named Lavenda in the Velvet Room.

Life, which had been constantly twisted in blood and fire, was thus saved.

In this way, the boy known as the killer killed countless treasures in the memory space. From the cruel landlords, to the leaders of the old forces, to the speculators of the new government... all the evildoers repented spontaneously, and the newly established government was clean and efficient, treating the people sincerely. It took Amamiya Ren only half a year to complete his mission, ended the contract with the Velvet Room, and saved this new regime that was almost destroyed by desire.

This year, the twelve-year-old Amamiya Ren was hailed as the youngest swordsman in history. He was proficient in all the swordsmanship schools in the world, and combined the most cutting-edge scientific knowledge with the talents learned from animals and monsters. He truly pushed the sword to the limit of what the human body could reach, specialized in the impression space, and created a school called "Impression". Combined with the power called "Personality Mask", Amamiya Ren could even fight against modern hot weapons armies alone and win without any injuries.

But after this battle, Amamiya Ren immediately disappeared and no one knew his whereabouts anymore.

Only some bloody or chivalrous stories are left for the people to talk about with relish.

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The memories after that have become fragmented.

He only remembered that he was taken to another time and space by someone who claimed to be "God".

There are...

Amamiya Ren clenched the hilt of the sword. Intense phantom pain came from his eyes, hands, and knees, almost making him faint.

As if he had been pushed hard, he fell on the grass after the rain, his face covered in mud.

12-year-old Amamiya Ren looked up. The girl with long emerald hair was sitting in the shrine's worship hall, holding a sacred sword, and seemed to be sobbing. Outside the main gate was a sky full of lightning and thunder.

"Kyoto?" Amamiya Ren asked her.

"Yeah." The girl wiped away her tears and looked at Amamiya Ren with tearful eyes.

"What about the place name?"

"Hoori..."

"I don't know. How did I appear?"

"I... I don't know, this world is very strange, all the people in the town, in the shrine... have become..."

"Transformed into a monster?" Amamiya Ren already understood that she was in the impression space.

He was keenly aware that this was a killing game.

It was a premeditated ambush, and someone knew he would end up at this shrine.

Who is the enemy? Atonement...Does it require returning to the impression space to correct mistakes? That makes sense.

"Hey, follow me," Amamiya Lian stretched out her little hand and patted the girl's head, "Although I don't know how you got in, I will protect you out."

"..." In response to him, he was met with a look filled with disbelief and doubt.

Very good, I am suspected of having lost my mind.

After all, I was only twelve.

In fact, Amamiya Ren's mental age is close to that of some elderly people who have one foot in the coffin. The "Eye of the Ancients" has acquired a lot of knowledge. In addition, he has seen life and death for five years, and his desires have long been indifferent. The only thing that is worth his concern is probably the regret of not being able to save his parents when he was a child. This is a kind of obsession. This obsession drives him to strive to become a righteous person.

So he grabbed the girl's collar and was about to leave the shrine. She was stunned by the strange power, but she soon struggled desperately.

"I'll take you out."

"I do not want!"

"What's your name?"

“…” No one answered him.

"What do we do after we leave the shrine? Which route will lead us to the most crowded places?"

"..."

"If you don't speak, I'll make my own judgment."

Probably because she was worried about being taken to some dangerous place, the girl still spoke sadly, "Just call me Cong Yu. The road to the town is there."

Cong Yu stretched out a finger and pointed to the stone road between the mountains and forests.

Amid the howling sound of the wind, dozens of sparrows as black as ink flew over the branches, and their beaks as sharp as daggers stabbed at Amamiya Lian and Cong Yu.

Clang...the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

Cong Yu couldn't see clearly when he pulled out the wakizashi hanging from his waist. When the sound of it being sheathed rang out, the sparrows with human eyeballs on their abdomens had been chopped into pieces. But this did not kill them. The black flesh and blood squirmed on the soil and soon stuck together, forming a deformed and twisted monster.

This is a shadow, but it seems different from what I have encountered before.

Yu Gong Lian put Cong Yu down and carefully protected her.

"That..." Cong Yu's hand holding the Imperial Divine Sword was trembling a little, but he finally mustered up the courage to say to Amamiya Lian, "This is the evil god."

"Really? Do you need to purify yourself before you can kill it?"

"It should be..." She looked at the monster with eyeballs all over its body that slowly stood up, made up her mind, and handed the Imperial Sword in her hand to Amamiya Lian, "If you use this sword, you can directly..."

"What's its name?" Amamiya Lian interrupted her hesitant words and solemnly pulled the divine sword out of the scabbard.

"...Cong Yu."

"I understand."

Rustle...the sound of falling leaves.

Cong Yu's eyes widened. She was the soul residing in the divine sword, so she could clearly feel how fast the blade was swinging. It was as if it had transcended time and space, violated the physiological structure of humans, and instantly chopped the evil spirit in front of her into pieces.

After finishing the battle, Amamiya Ren's attitude towards her changed almost immediately, and he showed a smile that was appropriate for his age.

This kid, it turns out she's quite cute when she smiles... Cong Yu thought subconsciously. Her first impression of Amamiya Ren was "this guy is so scary."

Since the Edo period when ironware was extremely valuable, swords were often considered to be part of the samurai's body. Of course, Amamiya Ren did not have such a vulgar view. He believed that tools were just tools and should not rise to the spiritual level. The truly powerful should be the user himself. But the current situation is very different.

This is the impression space.

Then, Cong Yu should be the "spirit" residing in this sword.

Amamiya Ren felt that she was recognized by her weapon, so she accepted such praise and trust with gratitude and sincerity.

In his opinion, everything in the world could lie, except the weapon in his hand and the death of the enemy. So he simply regarded Cong Yu as his best friend and began to share his experiences and goals with her.

In fact, compared to the 12-year-old Amamiya Ren, Cong Yu does not look very mature. If you look closely at their appearance, you will realize that the age difference between them may be within two years.

But the somewhat revealing divine sword costume gave the girl a sense of charm and youthful temptation that was beyond her age.

And Amamiya Ren...who killed the children of an entire era, is even more impossible to view with common sense.

He naturally took Cong Yu's hand and led her to the town at the foot of the mountain.

This road becomes quite long as cognition becomes distorted, and one can always see many bizarre things.

It took three months to reach the bottom of the mountain from the top. During this period, he killed countless approaching evil gods. Yu Gong Lian relied on the high-intensity survival ability of the personality mask and did not need to eat or drink water, while Cong Yu simply had no such needs.

Occasionally, during a short rest by the campfire, Cong Yu gradually opened her heart and described her past to Amamiya Lian.

She said that she was an ordinary human being hundreds of years ago, and her original name was "Aya". Because she suffered from an incurable disease, she died at a very young age. After her death, she became the "manager" of the divine sword "Musumemaru" as a sacrifice.

Life is simple, boring and lonely.

Few people can observe her existence, and even if there are, they only treat her with the utmost respect, as if she were a god or a powerful person.

It was probably the first time in hundreds of years that they could touch each other like this and feel a part of what once was human.

Cong Yu frankly expressed her admiration and respect for Amamiya Ren. As the "spirit" of "Cong Yu Wan", she could feel the mystery and magic of those swordsmanship more clearly than anyone else.

This boy was younger than she was when she was alive, but he was already a knight who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and he had unparalleled swordsmanship. If one had to define Amamiya Ren's short life in Tokyo, then the word "knight" would be the most appropriate.

Having to take life and death lightly at the age of 12 is a kind of helplessness.

Just like Cong Yu, who was also taken away by illness at the most innocent age.

She just looked at Amamiya Ren with a distressed and admiring look.

"Born with a talent that is unrivaled in the world, what is the price?"

Lavenda once said this to him.

Even their eyes are so similar.

Amamiya Ren simply repeated his previous answer, "If fate's gift comes at a price, and this talent was obtained by loan, then he must have the ability to take it from me."

"What if I can't take it away?" Cong Yu asked a question that already had an answer.

"Then I am the destiny." Amamiya Lian said such arrogant words naturally.

The life he briefly described in his words was a miracle that at the age of 12 he suppressed the tide of the entire era.

Cong Yu looked at the arrogance of the young man and felt like laughing.

Then, Amamiya Lian slapped him on the forehead and said, "I'll beat you up if you dare to laugh."

"Oh, hehehe."

"You really dare to laugh?"

"You won't hit... well, you won't hit me." She always likes to refer to herself using ancient terms like "me". After all, she was born in the Edo period.

"Haha, are you sure?"

"Then go ahead and hit me~ Hehe," Cong Yu proudly puffed out his weak chest, "I am your only good friend now. If you don't cherish me, you will run away!"

"The knives are in my hands, where can you run?" Yu Gong Lian suddenly hugged her and moved sideways to avoid the long spikes on the ground. It was the evil spirit that was trying to launch a sneak attack.

Did it evolve from a rat this time? Amamiya Ren chopped off its head with a knife and took away the personality mask that could dive underground.

Another day without any danger.

The feelings between Amamiya Ren, who is accustomed to loneliness, and Cong Yu, who is numb to loneliness, continue to grow stronger on the way down the mountain.

Until the journey's end.

It took them three months to reach the bottom of the mountain.

But what came into view was not the town of Hoori.

A huge palace stands here.

Pale marble statues were everywhere.

Everything other than pale color was painted with colorful paint.

Finally close.

Standing in front of them was a man in a crimson suit and clown makeup.

He stood in front of the stone, holding a file and dancing. This was an unfinished sculpture, depicting a boy holding a sacred sword and an older girl walking in the woods.

The keen perception was working wildly at this moment.

Amamiya Ren had never encountered such a strange and terrifying enemy.

He took a deep breath, returned the Cong Yu Wan to its manager, then took off the katana hanging on his waist and stood in front of the girl.

There were no words, and almost instantly flames exploded in the air.

Then the flashing of swords and the harsh sound of metal collisions were the most manic march.

The clown laughed hysterically, his bloodshot pupils filled with anger towards the whole world. He danced wildly, waving the short file with a speed that was no less than that of Amamiya Ren.

The "Eye of Seeing the Ancients" has been activated, and Amamiya Ren quickly surpassed the clown's speed and cut off his hands and legs in a few strokes.

"Where is the secret treasure?" Amamiya Ren put the sword in her hand against his throat.

The clown didn't answer, but just laughed, an angry laugh, as if he was mocking himself for being powerless.

Amamiya Ren frowned, then swung his sword and beheaded the man without any hesitation.

Hiss... dark blood spurted out from the broken neck, splattering all over the graffiti-covered ground and walls.

Yu Gong Lian pulled Cong Yu Meng back a big step, and then pushed her towards the exit of the palace, "Run, quickly, run as far as you can."

"I can......"

"You can't face this guy," cold sweat ran down Amamiya Ren's forehead.

Cong Yu was the one who knew Amamiya Ren best, so he knew the seriousness of the situation. He could only hold the knife and desperately run towards the palace gate.