A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

"Hehehe, even the most skilled samurai can't withstand the power of a musket!"

Slow wisps of smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun. Sakura Sasori, holding the arquebus, looked at the wound on Taiichi's neck where a large chunk of flesh had been torn away by a bullet, and grinned maliciously.

So what if he's a samurai? No matter how fast his sword is, can it outrun a cannonball?

What made Oda Nobunaga so powerful? Firearms!

Even a warrior clad in armor could not withstand a single shot from a cannon.

The Red Scorpion family was able to establish themselves in Edo because they possessed several arquebuses.

Furthermore, these arquebuses were not purchased secretly from the shogunate, but were manufactured by themselves.

Because the Sakura Sasori family has been a family that specializes in manufacturing firearms for a long time.

However, with the end of the Warring States period, the shogunate began a nationwide ban on firearms, causing these families of arquebusiers to lose their reason for existence.

However, Sakura Sasori Morikawa took a different path and made a living as a yakuza in Edo by using this skill.

"You're about to give up, aren't you? Hahaha, you wretched samurai! No matter who you are, you'll fall before Lord Sasori Morikawa!"

"Huh? Why haven't you fallen yet?"

"You... monster, you monster!!!"

Seeing Taiichi bleeding profusely from his neck, Sakura Sasori couldn't help but feel secretly smug.

But as time went by, he discovered that the other person not only did not die, but the wound was slowly healing!

With a clang, the arquebus in his hand fell to the ground. He immediately turned around, preparing to take out a second arquebus from the box.

"Ouch~ That hurts! Damn Yakuza!"

Only after the bleeding stopped did Taiyi raise his hand and touch the spot where he had been injured.

Although I tried my best to dodge, without using my breathing technique, my reaction time was not enough to completely avoid the gunfire.

"Your Qi and Blood levels are still a bit low. If they were doubled, you might be able to avoid it."

Looking at the data in the system, Taiyi secretly began to make plans.

[Sword Control System]

Name: Yamada Asaemon Taichi

Age: 20

【Lifespan: 53】

[Energy: 90.6 (+)]

Qi and Blood: 37.2 (+)

[God Soul: 12.3 (+)]

[Breathing Techniques (+): Yin Tiger's Roar Intermediate (+), Yang Dragon's Chant Intermediate (+)]

[Additional effects: Rapid recovery; Possession burning effect;]

[Martial Arts: Test-Sword Style Secret Sword Modified (+)]

【Title: Nameless Ronin (When facing enemies, the only thing they'll notice about you is your good looks)】

[Common points: 28]

After more than ten days of training, his three-dimensional data all increased by 10 points.

This kind of speed was unimaginable in the past.

Even though it's already much faster now, surpassing even the left cut, Taiichi still feels that it's not enough when facing enemies.

"This farce should end now. I don't want to get hit a second time."

His eyes narrowed, and his murderous aura instantly reached its peak.

"Go to hell! You monster..."

Swish!

Just as Sakura Sasori was holding another arquebus, he turned around and Taichi's blade had already grazed his neck.

[General point +1]

"It seems we can call Kyoichiro to clean up the mess." Taiichi took out a cloth from his pocket and wiped the blood off the sword, but then frowned: "The blade is chipped again. I paid two small gold coins for this!"

While mentally complaining, he picked up Sakura Sasori's head and walked towards the window.

Below the window lay a newly crowned legend of the Fire Thief, curled up on the ground, clutching his head, being kicked around by a group of burly men—the Sinful Hunting Fujinami Rantaro.

"Hey, you down there." Taiyi poked his head out, stopped the other person, and threw the head he was holding down at their feet through the window: "By the time I come down, I hope you'll be crouching against the wall, or you'll end up like him."

The burly men saw their leader's head roll three times on the ground before stopping, then stare at them intently, their faces pale and their minds trembling.

Even more savvy individuals helped Rantaro up and dusted him off.

"Hoo~ Ugh, Taiichi, why did you take so long to get here?"

Rantaro sniffed hard, like an injured puppy, his eyes bulging with tears, and looked at Taiichi with deep affection.

"Um... don't cry, I'll treat you to drinks later."

"Yes, I want sake from Wakamizuya!"

"No problem, wait for me~"

......

Evening, in the Japanese-style room of Matsudaira Aoki.

Songmu Qingmu, who was engrossed in reading a book with the three Chinese characters "Guiguzi" printed on the cover, suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

"what's up?"

He didn't even look up when someone stood at the door and asked.

"My lord, we have just received news that the Red Scorpion family in Asakusa has been slaughtered by Yamada Asaemon Taichi and Fujinami Rantaro."

The servant knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"Oh?" Matsudaira Aoki looked up and chuckled. "What a mess. This is the fat meat that Town Magistrate Murakami Yoshirei was preparing to use to curry favor with Mizuno, the old chief. How many people did they take with them? I remember that the Red Scorpion family has a lot of firearms hidden away."

"It was just the two of them."

The servant replied respectfully.

"Only two?"

"Yes, sir. There were only two, and Yamada Asaemon Taichi alone killed 11 people and captured 23. Fujinami Rantaro was slightly injured."

The young man answered truthfully.

Snapped.

Matsudaira Aoki tossed the book onto the table, then casually picked up the Buddhist prayer beads beside him, playing with them as he exclaimed in admiration:

"Taiichi really knows how to surprise people. He actually managed to defeat the largest Yakuza in Asakusa all by himself."

snort!

A cold snort suddenly came through the ceiling and into the room.

The young man at the door seemed not to have heard anything and kept his head down.

Matsudaira Aoki raised his eyelids, then pursed his lips, shook his head with a wry smile, and continued:

"It seems that with Taiyi's strength, he might actually succeed in capturing the most heinous criminals. Where is he now?"

"Judging from the location, they're probably investigating the cannibalistic courtesan in Yoshiwara."

Xiao said.

"Shall we begin the first task with the place closest to us?" Matsudaira Aoki twirled the Fukushu in his hand, then suddenly stopped, looked up at the roof, and said with a playful expression:

"But the closest one isn't the simplest. That's a place where even the Oniwaban ninjas couldn't find out the truth, don't you think, Xia?"

After waiting for a while and finding that there was still no movement on the ceiling, Matsudaira Aoki turned his gaze to the door and quietly admired the blood-red sunset.

Inside Wakasui-ya, one of the teahouses in Yoshiwara's geisha district.

Rantaro, already quite drunk and with blurred vision, was leaning against the tatami mat, tapping his fingers to the beat of the drummer's drum.

"Tai, Taiichi, today's drinks were so delicious!"

"Feels good, right? There's more to come later."

As Taiyi smiled, he brought the wine glass to his lips, a slight curve appearing at the corners of his mouth.

"Huh? What else do we need to do?"

Rantaro stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at Taiichi.

"Now that we're in Yoshiwara, just drinking isn't enough. I'll take you to Yan Yan Lou for some fun later."

"What? That's a world-shaking event! How can we afford to go?"

Rantarō sat up and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Can't afford it? Money's no big deal, I have plenty!" Taiyi downed his drink in one gulp, then stood up, clutching two swords wrapped in cloth, and declared with magnanimity:

"It's just visiting brothels. If these merchants and nobles can go there, so can I!"