Zuocun held the pheasant feathers with a expressionless face.
These ninjas knew that Zuocun was definitely not an easy opponent to deal with, and Shuriken threw it at Zuocun desperately.
Zuocun exerted force with his feet, jumping towards the sky, towards the ninja who jumped from the canopy, and the shuriken thrown by the ninja.
Cut the Shuriken that was blocking in front of him, Zuocun even had the time to grab a few Shurikens and throw them back, and then clearly the number of ninjas that attacked him.
Seventeen.
The ninja seemed to be a ghost, and failed to succeed in a single wave, and did not give Zuocun a chance to get closer and retreated directly.
The ninja came to the ground, but Zuocun came to the sky.
Stepping on the tree canopy, Zuocun rushed from the tree canopy towards the ground like thunder.
Zheng--
One of the ninjas didn't even use the substitute technique and beheaded directly.
"I don't know why that guy Abe Masahiro is so confident in you group of soft-footed shrimps..." Zuomura rushed towards one of the ninjas, "But, I won't show mercy."
He had never thought of persuading these ninjas to surrender.
The loyalty of ninjas will not be shaken.
This is a group of people who dedicate everything to their masters, and faith will not be swayed by anything.
Therefore, all of them were killed.
Zuocun...is serious.
......
If Zuocun was serious, then these ninjas who had long lost the glory and skills of their ancestors, faced with the strongest samurai in Japan in a sense, the scene would be...
Zuocun wiped the blood from his face with his thumb.
This group of people endured him more or less caused him some trouble.
Pulling a Shuriken from his calves, Zuocun laughed.
He wrapped the wound around with a cloth strip, and Zuocun looked at the Kyoto City, which had already sunk into dusk.
"I originally thought it would be ugly to use my own knife to do things for others."
"...but I've changed my mind now."
Wipe the blood from the knife with clothes, Zuocun...
Going towards Kyoto, he walked back.
......
Masahiro Abe sat in his seat.
I was anxious.
Now there is only one ninja around him.
The ninjas who had gone out to hunt down Zuo Village have been more than an hour, but they have not come back. Now it is dark.
I set off in the morning and haven't come back yet.
A somewhat terrible thought appeared in Abe Masahiro's heart.
Zuocun covered his face and did not hold the two highly recognizable weapons, Crane Hu and Pheasant.
Although we want to kill Masahiro Abe, who made him feel extremely unhappy, it is still necessary to hide his identity.
At least, Zuocun doesn't want to be completely enemies of this shogunate now.
Zuocun jumped high into the sky from nowhere, taking advantage of the night.
Staying above Abe's house.
Now, Masahiro Abe is in this room.
Zuocun's mouth curled a little bit.
The source of malicious intention is extremely accurate and can't be wrong.
As for ninjas, their hearts are as calm as water and they will not produce such things as maliciousness.
Although I don't know if there are any ninjas around you...
But the person I want to kill must die.
Zuocun fell from the air to Abe's house.
Masahiro Abe was impatient there, and suddenly the ceiling collapsed.
"Hey!" Masahiro Abe, who was concentrating on thinking, was so scared that he stood up.
A guy wearing a black-colored Wu suit showed his figure from the stomped wooden board.
Masahiro Abe was sweating coldly and swallowed.
Although he could not see his face and body shape, nor did he see those two famous knives, Abe Masahiro could already confirm.
This guy is exactly Annuo Zuocun, whom he hates.
"Nonaka!" Abe Masahiro shouted.
In the shadows, figures emerge.
There is also a ninja? Zuocun narrowed his eyes.
The ninja rushed to Zuomura, while Abe Masahiro fled towards the window.
He no longer had the courage to face Zuocun. Now all he thought about was running for life.
A samurai that even seventeen ninjas can't kill?
Abe Masahiro couldn't imagine what kind of monster this was.
In normal fighting, ninjas can fight against ten, but seventeen of them were all killed by Zuocun!
Damn it, if you want to run for life, you must run for life!
Let my retainers come over quickly and then leave Zuocun here forever!
Abe Masahiro ran towards the window, and the window frame was about to reach the next second.
but--
"Where do you want to go... Old Master."
Zheng--
Zuocun said nonsense, but he was definitely not slow to start.
The one who is unsheathed is neither a crane nor a pheasant feather.
But...Ji Ling.
This dagger, obtained from Masahiro Abe, was unsheathed in Zuocun's hand for the first time, but it slashed at its original owner.
A sword directly cut off Masahiro Abe's left hand.
"Ah-ah!" Abe Masahiro screamed in horror, holding his broken arm, "My hand-my hand!"
"...tsk." Zuocun looked out the window.
Ji Ling waved and stabbed directly into Abe Masahiro's mouth.
"Um...! Um..."
"I don't have much interest here to accompany you, old master..." Zuomura grabbed Masahiro Abe's neck and lifted him up, looking at Masahiro Abe's painful eyes, "I just want to ask one question."
"Have you, the group of people who are in vain, have you ever apologized for this country, even if you have a little bit of apology?" Zuocun narrowed his eyes and asked this sentence.
Abe Masahiro was stunned and looked at Zuocun, whose eyes were only exposed, and a little tears came out.
Zuocun knew that he could no longer answer.
"As I said before, old master." Zuocun sighed, "Compared with others, you are barely considered an official with some achievements, but..."
"Even when the shogunate is a large trash can, no matter how beautiful the garbage inside is, it is just garbage."
To be continued...