What is the most important thing about a knife?

Shibaku held Tsurumaru Kuninaga's original sword, and after the noisy fighting sound in his ears ended, he started to tidy up again, stretched his waist with the sword in his hand and said, "It's finally over - I want to be a part of the charge rather than just watching here bored!"

The young man narrowed his eyes. The gorgeous golden color seemed to be the only bright color in the darkness. His handsome appearance and unignorable temperament made him able to glimpse some of the time thousands of years ago just by existing here.

"Hey, I remember you, you are the squad leader, right?" Shi Bai said with a smile to the member of the Gangsters in black suits who was walking towards him with a submachine gun in his arms, "Since it's over, report it to the officer in charge of this department. This kind of task is not even scary to the Leader, so there's no need to report anything too boring."

"Yes! Lord Tsurumaru!"

"That's basically it. I'll go back directly. There shouldn't be anything else that I need to monitor any further, right?" Shi Bai stepped onto the steps. His wide sleeves were blown by the wind due to his movements, just like a real crane.

The smile on the young man's face never faded, but the captain still felt a chill on his back. Because no matter how kind the other party was, no one would forget this person - no, it should be said that this knife's fierce name!

The sword named Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a replica of an imperial treasure collected by a wealthy man when the Port Mafia collected their spoils a few years ago - at least, that's what he called it to the outside world.

However, everyone present at the scene knew that the rich man had deceived outsiders. This sword was the real one of [Tsurumaru Kuninaga], and the royal treasure that should be carefully kept in the treasury was the so-called imitation sword.

This unknown tycoon deceived everyone and kept the treasure in his vault until the Hong Kong underworld collected the money and it was not until the treasure was seen by the public again.

Why? Of course, how could a replica sword possibly produce a so-called sword god?

Shi Bai said in response: I'm really sorry to the Tsurumaru of this world for giving you the nickname of a sword imitation for no reason.

——Anyone who has seen that scene will never deny this fact.

When [Tsurumaru Kuninaga] was held in the hands of the [Leader] for viewing, pink cherry blossom petals exploded before their eyes like an illusion. The people present thought it was some kind of assassination and immediately picked up their guns and aimed at that location.

The [Leader] also subconsciously loosened his hand until a pure white figure slowly appeared and reached out to catch the sword that was about to fall.

The figure did not appear suddenly, but rather seemed to be formed by some special force, along with the scattered cherry blossom petals. Just like a stone falling into a lake, even a small stone would cause ripples, and everyone felt the impact of that pure and powerful force.

The blurry figure finally became clear, and what came into view was a crane-like noble elegance, and the pure whiteness made people feel that he should not be here.

The feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and when they opened, they reflected the cold moonlight outside the window, clear and clean, yet with an emotionless texture like an object. The non-human golden pupils did not reflect anyone present, but only focused on the Hong Kong underworld leader standing in the first place.

The Tsuru, who had no human emotions, knelt on one knee in front of the [Leader], raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a clear voice: "I am Tsurumaru Kuninaga. I was created in the Heian period and have served many masters until now."

"Well, it means that I'm quite popular." The young man who called himself Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled. He raised his head and met the fierce and gloomy eyes of the "leader". The smile on his face widened a little, and he asked: "Then, will you also be one of them?"

No one noticed that he was asking a rhetorical question. He had never acknowledged that the "Chief" was the "Master" he was to serve. But from that day on, the already tyrannical "Chief" had a terrifyingly sharp sword in his hand.

With this sword, the leader's rampage became more serious, and the Yokohama area was once plunged into tyranny and terror. That period of time was called the "Bloody □□", and it is a tragedy that everyone still remembers vividly.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who has no emotions and no human empathy, is the best sword under the leader. He never contradicts the leader's orders and completes all tasks perfectly.

For example, because a red-haired boy scribbled on the leader's car, all the red-haired boys on the street were killed without a single one left.

Because there was a possibility that a leader of a hostile organization was hiding there, all the residents of a residential complex lost their lives.

When the [Leader] issued the notice, he said that anyone who spoke ill of the Port Mafia would be sentenced to death. Because of this, at least a thousand people were executed, including some who were wrongfully killed.

This street during this time was full of suspicion and betrayal.

The executioner was Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who assisted the tyrant and never disobeyed the orders of his leader.

The snow-white crane had already been stained with blood.

If resistance means death, and if there is dissent, it is also death. The tyrant of the night and his sword are nightmares that no one will forget.

Shi Bai doesn't care what he looks like in other people's eyes, after all, it's not his name that is being persecuted.

On the contrary, it was precisely in this way that the identity of [Tsurumaru Kuninaga] had already been recognized by everyone, and his mission was basically completed for the most part.

As if to refute his thoughts, Kitsunesuke, who had been in the spiritual world, felt the key words and said in a mechanical voice:

【Mission 1: Protect the specific history that this world deserves. (To be determined.)】

[Task 2: Understand and record the power system of this world. (Unfinished.)]

【Task 3: Completely introduce your name and identity to the destined child of this world. (Not completed.)】

100:…………

Shi Bai looked away silently, pretending not to have heard these words.

"In fact, just now was the perfect opportunity for me to introduce myself." Shi Bai stood on the extremely dangerous cylindrical railing, maintaining his balance easily, but still swung his arms like an ordinary person.

Because of Kitsunesuke's presence, he can know whether there are any mechanical objects, and because of his own demonic power (spiritual power), he can sense the peeping of other people's life forms, so when there are no outsiders around, he can do whatever he wants.

"Dazai Osamu... a great writer turned out to be a gangster. I really don't know how I should face the knowledge in textbooks again in the future - no, I have already graduated."

Shibai said to himself, "But when I saw Mori Ogai and Ozaki Koyo, I should have realized that it was no coincidence that they had the same name to this extent."

His thoughts jumped very quickly, and he quickly brought the topic back to the beginning: "Just now I couldn't introduce myself to Dazai Osamu, because it was too strange to deliberately bring up Tsurumaru's name at this time..."

"But I think the time to tell him my name is... probably around this time."

"You didn't hide your murderous intent at all in front of the monster, Dr. Mori." Shibai shook his head, and the words he said were easily blown away by the wind. There was no one here to listen.

Shi Bai doesn't mind killing people, nor does he care about this matter. In his opinion, this world is a place where the strong prey on the weak and it's a matter of life and death.

Moreover, he is a perfect actor. Before becoming a judge, he was a well-known idol. Shiba's acting style is somewhat similar to that of Yonagi Kei and Myojin Aliang of the same period. He is an experiential fusion type, but his appearance and packaging are like that of a first-line artist like Momojo Chiyoko.

When he plays the role of [Tsurumaru Kuninaga] seriously, he regards himself as a lifeless sword that needs to be used by others, and he does not care about human life at all.

After all, swords were forged to be used in combat.

You don't need to care who the user is or who is to be killed.

With his golden eyes downcast, Shibai continued to stand on the railing in this dangerous posture until a timid boy wearing a hat hid in the corner and called out in an uncertain tone, "Brother Tsurumaru?"

Shi Bai suddenly lost his strength and squatted down at the railing with his knees bent: "You really scared me."

Shi Bai looked helplessly at the boy who ran up to him with a look of surprise. Then, the moment he rushed over, he raised his free hand and tapped the boy's head hard: "Didn't we agree to leave Yokohama and never come back?"

"It hurts!" The boy covered his forehead in pain, but after noticing the expression on Shibai's face, he chuckled: "Don't worry, Brother Tsurumaru, I've been hiding from people! I haven't exposed you, Brother Tsurumaru!"

"Besides!" The boy waved the blue strap on his right wrist as if to show off: "Now there is a very powerful organization that will protect me!"

Shi Bai didn't make any comment on what the boy said. Even though he was squatting on the railing, he was still taller than the boy, so Shi Bai easily took off the boy's hat and ruffled his hair vigorously: "This is not an interesting surprise!"

The boy had no intention of resisting. He smiled innocently, revealing two cute dimples on his cheeks. He looked at Shibai obediently. His short red hair, which was no longer covered by the hat, showed off his strong presence in the moonlight.

That was what the red-haired boy thought at that time, when he thought he was doomed to die - just because of his natural red hair, he was angered by the leader of the Hong Kong underworld.

He cried and begged for mercy, watching the sharp white blade coming at him, but then it stopped in mid-air.

The crane-like man sheathed his knife and smiled at him: "Hahaha, what do you think? Did I scare you?"

"——But, what I'm going to say next is not a joke, okay?"

The pair of golden pupils that were as bright as the morning sun met his. With the cold sharpness of a sword, the young man spoke to him seriously, word by word:

"If you don't want to die, leave Yokohama before dawn."