Chapter 162 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Attack
Ibaraki Prefecture.
Tsukahara Kensei Manor.
Ever since the swordsman Tsukahara Ichiye, Tsukahara Morihi, and Tsukahara Shigeki, father and son, all died in the arena.
The reputation of the Tsukahara family plummeted. Fewer people came and went, and even many business contracts were cancelled without even asking for the deposit, preferring instead to cancel the contract.
But fortunately, the Tsukahara Sword Saint family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and they are wealthy and powerful, with enough direct relatives, so they will not fall like this.
The only remaining elder in the family, Tsukahara Tadakatsu, was kneeling in front of the lobby.
"Everyone, the Tsukahara family has reached its most difficult time. The head of the family died at the hands of Zhang Benhe. Tsukahara Morihi and Tsukahara Shigeki have also passed away. But the Tsukahara family has not fallen yet, and it cannot fall, because there are still all of you sitting here. I hope everyone will be fine."
Before Tsukahara Tadakatsu could finish his words, a young man ran in in a panic.
"No, it's bad. Someone is challenging our Tsukahara family to a fight to the death in the arena!"
"who?"
"Baka."
"Who is so bold?"
The entire Tsukahara family immediately started talking about it.
"A woman named Nagano Rei. She was the one who killed Master Tsukahara Morihi."
"Challenging our clan? Fighting to the death? Ha! You're so brave." Tsukahara Tadakatsu sneered and said, "This is the time for our Tsukahara clan to regain its prestige. Come here, whoever kills her will be the head of the family, regardless of family honors and qualifications!"
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All over Tokyo, all churches, shrines, and registered religious places are holding internal meetings.
The devout believers have all received oracles from their respective gods, and the number of incense burners has decreased significantly recently.
This made the believers very troubled. The number of pilgrims had clearly not decreased, so why was this happening?
Fang Zuo was lying on a chair with his feet crossed.
Playing with a wisp of incense in his hand.
I accompanied Momoki Kanonai to many places in her memory in one night.
Everything evolved from incense.
Real, extremely real.
Although these religions are generally weak, their use of incense is far superior to that of monks in the spiritual power system.
Fang Zuo threw a grape into his mouth.
There was a pile of cut and washed fruits next to it, which were brought by Fei Guangli again.
This beautiful woman seems to be getting bolder and bolder.
The time spent here is getting longer and longer.
It can be seen that if her body had not recovered from Fang Zuo's torture, she would have to practice yoga in the office.
Suddenly, a fist surged into the sky from a distance. Zhang Benhe? No, he was still relatively weak.
Fang Zuo looked at it carefully and seemed to smell the aura of a hundreds-year-old sword spirit.
It seems that the shikigami is called something like Mikazuki Kinmune.
Anyway, it's a mess.
Didn't I break the sword spirit into Yin force last time and then transfer it into Nagano Rei's body? What, Nagano Rei is back? Fang Zuo looked in the direction, which was indeed the direction of the arena.
Inside the Ariake Arena in Tokyo.
The audience cheered in unison, their expressions excited.
This ticket is really worth it.
Not only did I get to watch the finals, but I also got to see the tyrannical Kanto swordmasters, the Tsukahara clan.
The Tsukahara Sword Saint clan initially still had some pride among the Sword Saint clan and were unwilling to engage in a group fight.
But when one tribesman after another was beaten like a sandbag, thrown into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, their life or death was unknown.
Finally, they could no longer hold back and began to move forward in groups of three or four.
This caused a burst of ridicule from the audience.
But even so, he is still no match for Nagano Rei.
Either death or serious injury.
Tsukahara Tadakatsu was furious and his face turned pale.
At this point, even if the girl was beaten to death, the family's reputation would plummet.
'Boom.'
Another elder of the Tsukahara family was knocked far away by Nagano Rei's punch.
Landed next to Tsukahara Tadakatsu.
The punch left a huge dent in the chest.
The sternum was broken.
The bone pierced the lung lobe and blood foam kept coming out of his mouth. It was obvious that he would not live long.
Many children and elders of the Tsukahara family were lying scattered around.
They were all wailing and groaning.
The ground was covered with blood and exposed organs.
It's a mess.
No Onmyoji medical staff came forward.
We agreed to fight to the death, a death agreement.
No treatment allowed until the end There are also Onmyojis who have a good relationship with the Tsukahara family and are so blind as to want to step forward and treat them.
Zhang Ben and Yaoyao punched him into a bloody pulp.
"This is my place, and my rules. If anyone disagrees, just move and try." Zhang Benhe said in a cold voice.
Looking at the small figure in the distance.
Standing stubbornly in the middle of the field.
My head was covered with tiny beads of sweat that constantly seeped out of my skin, then gathered into a stream and fell into my T-shirt.
The originally delicate face was now covered with sweat stains.
Her long black hair was soaked and stuck tightly to her forehead.
"Who else?" Nagano Rei said in a tender voice.
The girl's clear and charming voice, delicate face, and the Shura-like scene at the moment made everyone in the audience feel conflicted and confused.
However, Nagano Rei felt extremely happy as she watched these murderers writhing in pain in front of her.
She had no idea what fatigue was. Her adrenaline was rising rapidly and her endless fighting spirit never stopped.
His arms were trembling slightly from exhaustion and hung down on both sides of his body.
At this moment, Tsukahara Tadakatsu's heart was numb, and all he could hear was the wailing of his own son.
There were few left standing.
Finished.
The hundreds of years of reputation of the Tsukahara Sword Master family was ruined.
Dozens of people, including several family elders, were crippled by a little woman.
Whether he can survive is still unknown.
How can she be so strong at her age?
Tsukahara Tadakatsu walked off the stage, his face grim and his whole body shaking with anger.
If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have cared about the spectators and the family's reputation.
At the beginning, he and several family elders teamed up to besiege her.
Even if it cannot be removed, it won't be to this extent.
It's not like now, where every time she thinks she can't hold on any longer, but the next moment, another member of the tribe falls down.
The whole family fell down one after another like dominoes.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Tsukahara Tadakatsu's mind.
This girl may have realized that as a big family, reputation is more important, so she chose this place as the venue for a fight to the death.
This damn woman.
"Very well, Nagano Rei, you destroyed our entire Tsukahara family single-handedly, but was it worth it? Your life will also be lost here."
"You are still so young, so beautiful, and have so much to enjoy in life. Is it worth it?"
Tsukahara Tadakatsu slowly drew his katana: "That's it, you can't even lift your arms now."
Nagano Rei smiled contemptuously, gritted her teeth, struggled to raise her arms and made fists.
"Die." Tsukahara Tadakatsu drew an arc with his samurai sword, and a flash of blade light slashed towards Nagano Rei rapidly.
Nagano Rei looked at the approaching knife and tried to struggle to dodge it, but found that she was too weak to move.
I can only close my eyes and wait for this moment to come.
Zhang Benhe's eyes narrowed and he was about to take action.
A huge golden palm print fell from the sky.
Tsukahara Tadakatsu looked at the palm print that suddenly appeared in fear. No matter how he tried to mobilize his spiritual power with his brain, his whole body could not move at all.
Everything went dark before my eyes, and I lost consciousness.
The audience in the arena only felt an endless spiritual pressure approaching in an instant, making them breathless.
Then Tsukahara Tadakatsu disappeared without a trace, as if this person did not exist in the world.
Then, in the corner where the Tsukahara family was, all the living, dead, and half-dead and still groaning people were all crushed into bloody mud by the invisible force and flowed out.
The next moment, Nagano Reiya disappeared from the spot.
It's him.
The mysterious man appeared again.
There was an uproar in the audience.
This competition has brought enough shocks.
First came the champion Nagano Rei, a country girl from Omihachiman, who won the championship with just three punches and two kicks.
Then one person almost took on the entire Tsukahara Sword Master clan.
At the end, a mysterious man appeared and crushed all the remaining people in Tsukahara into bloody mud.
Nagano Rei disappears.
A sword master family that has been passed down for hundreds of years is finished just like that.
Someone in the audience noticed that several veteran Onmyoji families quickly disappeared from the stands and left the arena the moment Tsukahara Tadakatsu died.
Needless to say, everyone knows where it is going.
All the remaining members of the Tsukahara Sword Master family will surely die tonight, and the entire family’s property will be robbed.
Even if the police from the Exorcist Guard arrived, it would probably be too late.
A big cake accumulated over hundreds of years will make these veteran Onmyojis act like hyenas, ignoring the rules of the Spiritual Dissension Association and tearing it apart.
Then they fled in all directions.
Nagano Rei was held in Fang Zuo's arms, her little head rubbing against him constantly. After finding the most comfortable position, she moaned with satisfaction and stopped moving.
"Master."
"Um?"
"I won."
"Um."
"Won't you give me some compliments?"
"idiot."
"Hey, Master, give me some compliments."
"It's OK."
"Thank you, Master. Master, I have a question."
"What happened again?"
"I stink, it's all sweat."
“Somewhat.”
"Oh, no, no, I need to take a shower. I need to go to the hot spring next to the school. I have a card. I can get a 30% discount for couples."
"You won the championship, but you are so frugal even though you have the prize money."
"Oh, spend less. It's so hard to find a job."
"Master."
"Shut up and rest, we'll be there soon."
"Let me ask you another question, Master. Are you very good at that?"
"???. What?"
"That's it. You must explain it to me. Miss Jin has told me. Let's try it, shall we? Don't underestimate me. I've watched a lot of educational films in the countryside."
"Shut up, if you keep talking I'll leave you behind."
"Oh." Nagano Rei closed her mouth in grievance.
Until Fang Zuo threw her into the hot spring and was about to leave.
"Master." Nagano Rei stretched out her two snow-white arms from the pool, lay down on the edge of the hot spring, held up her little face, and shouted again in grievance.
"What's wrong?"
"Aren't you coming with me?"
"We'll talk about it next time."
"oh."
Nagano Rei dejectedly slapped the water surface, causing a puddle of water splashing.
I knew that Master likes the sexy type like Miss Jin.
I'll go pick out some sexy lingerie later.
The sexier the better.
Tired, Nagano Rei struggled to get up, took out a check from the jeans beside her, and looked at it again and again.
The little face was full of smiles.
Get rich.
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"This pervert actually came out of the couple's bath." Momoki Kanonai looked at Fang Zuo who was walking away with contempt: "Is he peeping alone, or does he have some special fetish?"
Momoki Kanonai felt very disdainful.
Speaking of which, everyone is called Fang Zuo, so the uncle in the dream is much better.
I have been patiently accompanying myself on a date, even though it was just a dream, and even though I woke up a little hastily in the end.
But.
If he doesn't wake up, it will be the last step of the date.
Thinking of that fatal feeling, at the last moment I desperately stretched my waist to meet that force.
Still drooling in confusion.
Momoki Kanonai's face turned red because of her own madness.
"Kana, what are you thinking about?" A tall and handsome man stood next to Momoki Kanana, watching her absent-mindedly.
Now her little face has turned red again for no apparent reason.
The man had a frown on his face, golden curly hair, deep facial features, and an upright figure, which made the Japanese women walking by, both girls and women, take a few more glances at him.
"It's nothing, David, don't think too much." Momoki Kanonai shook her head.
"I'm not imagining things. How come we haven't seen each other for a long time? I feel like you've changed a lot." David brushed his hair and said, "Don't you have something to say to me? We've already walked around the school."
"Also, Chana, as a saint, you should pay attention to your behavior and dress." David stopped and looked Momoki Chana up and down: "I have been holding back for a long time. I wanted to talk about this as soon as we met."
Momoki Kanona tied her hair into two ponytails and wore a sailor JK uniform, with a pair of black calf socks and small leather shoes under her skirt.
With her petite figure, she looks like a Japanese high school girl.
"How come you've only been in Japan for a short time, but you're already dressed like a Japanese student, with your robe and cross?" David said with a serious expression, "You didn't even pray, did you? You must always remember that you are a saint, you must..."
"That's enough, David." Taomu Kanonai took a deep breath and interrupted, "I don't want to listen to your lectures all the time, and I don't want you to remind me that I am a saint every time we go on a date."
"I don't want to dress like a nun every time I go on a date with you, and I don't want to hear you say that this is not allowed and that drinking that is against the commandments."
"Even before holding hands, we have to pray and thank God for his gift. Every date is like a church service."
"Do you know what I want to tell you? I want to break up. I want to cancel the engagement. Do you understand?"
Momoki Kanonai finished her words in one breath.
Then she took out a necklace from her sailor suit, opened it, took out a small portrait photo, and put it in the hand of her fiancé beside her.
"That's it. From now on, we are just a saint and a disciple knight. Our engagement is cancelled. I will explain this to the bishop."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait, Momoki Kanonai, what are you crazy about?" David grabbed Momoki Kanonai's shoulders.
"Let go." A little yellow light gradually appeared in Momoki Kanonai's eyes: "Disciple Knight, your actions are defiling the Saint. I'm saying this for the last time, let go."
"OK." David slowly let go of his hands and breathed heavily: "Can you calm down? Even if we are breaking up, you should make things clear."
"I've made it clear enough." Momoki Kanonai turned and was about to leave: "I'm tired of this way of getting along, that's it."
"Momoki Kanonai, even if you want to cancel the engagement, it's not up to you." David stopped in front of Momoki Kanonai: "Our engagement was completed under the witness of the gods, and the gods' consent is required."
"I will naturally go to the gods to ask for help." Momoki Kanono said coldly, "At first, I felt a little guilty, but when I thought about canceling the engagement, I felt extremely relieved. I realized that I had wanted to cancel this engagement that burdened me for a long time."
"Guilt? What guilt? You've become a different person since you came to Japan, Momoki Kanono." David frowned. "The way you talk and dress, you don't look like a saint at all. You haven't done anything blasphemous, have you?"
"Now everything about me has nothing to do with you, Disciple Knight, please watch your words." Momoki Kanonai stepped back and stared at the man in front of her: "You came to Japan to perform your mission, and I will perform mine. If there is nothing else in the future, please don't disturb me, otherwise, I will complain to the Archbishop."
"I repeat, it is not up to you to cancel the engagement, my fiancée." David looked at Momoki Kanonai deeply, turned around and left: "I will find out why you have changed, my dear fiancée, please don't let me find out that you have done anything blasphemous."
Momoki Kanonai looked at David's receding figure and let out a long sigh of relief.
If I did that in my dream, would it be considered blasphemy against the gods?
If so, what should I do? She frowned and felt a little panic in her heart.
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Shiraishi Nagimitsu was texting a man on the sofa in the office.
The shirt under the uniform suit was becoming tighter and tighter.
She was so nervous that even her female assistants asked her if she bought the wrong size shirt.
When Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked a little smug and turned over the size of her shirt to show them.
The tone of their exclamations made Shiraishi Nagimitsu's pride as a woman swell a little more.
As assistants, they are often responsible for Shiraishi Nagimitsu's work and life matters.
Of course I know what size my MP wears.
Since it's not that the shirt is too small.
That was naturally a pair of giants that were a little bigger.
They all chattered around Councillor Shiraishi and asked for the secret recipe for breast enhancement.
Also, Councillor Shiraishi's skin is getting better and better, it is delicate and there is not a single wrinkle visible.
Her legs are becoming more and more round, and even when wrapped in gray stockings, you can feel the glow of her fleshy skin.
"You know what, Congressman Shiraishi? The male members of the Diet now look at you far more than Congressman Abe."
"Not only that, I noticed that even Senator Abe often peeked at you."
"Who doesn't like to watch it? I want to pinch it. Councillor, please let me pinch it. I don't want this month's salary."
"Alas, I don't want to be this big. I'll be satisfied if I can have skin as juicy as Councillor Shiraishi."
"Alright, alright." Shiraishi Nagi looked at her subordinates who had worked with her for many years and were like sisters, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I only have one secret recipe, eat more breakfast."
"Tsk" is the same sentence every time.
Everyone dispersed in disbelief.
"I'm telling the truth." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shrugged.
Then she took out her cell phone and continued texting the man she loved.
Suddenly, a female assistant came in hurriedly.
"Mr. Shiraishi."
"Keiko, aren't you taking a day off today?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu raised his head and looked at his female assistant in surprise.
"Yes, I found this when I went to the supermarket with my family today, so I brought it to show to Congressman Shiraishi." Female assistant Keiko took the mobile phone and showed the photo to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
"Is there such a thing?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned slightly: "Is it this case for this family, or for all of them?"
"I had the same concern, so I went to several supermarkets and found the same thing everywhere." The female assistant Keiko flipped through the photo album and showed several photos to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
"Something's wrong. It's definitely not right." Shiraishi Nagi stood up and called out to the assistants outside the office: "Everyone, stop what you are doing and go to the nearby supermarket to investigate."
Just then, a woman walked in: "Excuse me, is this Councillor Shiraishi's office?"
Everyone looked up and recognized him.
Keiko Minamikawa, the most beautiful host in Japan.
(End of this chapter)
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