Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"What a tasteless swordsman."

"What, gathering here like petty thugs, does that give you a sense of security that makes you feel superior to others?"

“Scum.”

As someone stepped out from the crowd, he spoke in a calm tone, but with extreme arrogance.

The sounds of these voices, along with the sounds of their companions being beaten, caused their faces to darken, and they cast menacing glances at the person behind them.

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to?"

The first to lose his composure was the guy with the pompadour hairstyle; a short, sword-like spirit weapon appeared directly in his hand.

He's very fast.

He was like a blur, covering a distance of about seven or eight meters in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, he didn't accelerate in a straight line. In fact, while moving at high speed, he changed his position and came directly to Haramura Makoto's diagonal rear. With one hand holding the short sword and the other hand pushing the hilt, he thrust it towards Haramura Makoto's waist and abdomen.

"At least you still have some sense."

The moment Haramura Makoto finished speaking, the short sword that was supposed to pierce Haramura Makoto's waist and abdomen suddenly stopped a few centimeters in front of him.

"boom--"

Without any mercy, he was kicked in the knee, and as he screamed in pain, the man fell to the ground as he lost the support of his knee.

"You were using a fantasy form; you've been given a narrow escape."

With his foot firmly planted on the head of the punk with the airplane haircut, Makoto Haramura's gaze remained calm.

It's as if he's done all of this process countless times.

"Now I'm saying you're all a bunch of trash, any objections?"

His gaze was calm, but his tone was full of hostility.

How should I put it? It's completely different from the atmosphere that Haramura Makoto usually exudes. The current Haramura Makoto is full of oppressive feeling.

This was completely unlike her usual easygoing self, at least that's what Stella thought.

However, she was not disappointed by Haramura Makoto's drastic change; instead, she looked at him with shining eyes.

Although it's a cliché, and although she herself is very strong.

But when you're in danger, having your loved one come to your aid is like a dream come true.

"You guy."

"They dare to lay a hand on us."

"Let's all go together and teach him a lesson."

The remaining five or six henchmen, including the axe-wielding guy who had been confronting Kurogane Ikki, turned around and swarmed forward.

Kurashiki Kurato stood at the very back, his face cold and indifferent. He turned from staring intently at Ikki to looking at Haramura Makoto.

"It's true, are they all the same level of garbage?"

Seven or eight thugs rushed over at the same time. Despite their superior numbers, they did not cooperate at all.

The attacks that could hit him immediately were actually only four attacks.

All the remaining attacks were a waste.

That's right, it's the same thing he did back in Academy City.

A bunch of trash who only know how to loaf around all day, relying on their meager strength, act recklessly and create chaos everywhere.

Why did he establish the Scorpio organization at that time?

It is because there is a group of people with special abilities who believe that they are superior to ordinary people and the weak that they can bully and humiliate the weak at will.

Because they are strong, they wield power, and therefore can act arbitrarily.

This was his original intention in creating the Scorpio constellation.

Seeing these guys now makes him feel like he's back in Academy City, back to those trashy people he saw there.

Knives, swords, fists, knuckle dusters, spears!

Many weapons were imbued with the power of time the moment they approached Makoto Haramura, causing them to slowly advance forward.

"what!"

"boom!"

"vomit!"

He then swung his blood-red katana.

Makoto Haramura slashed out with the back of his blade, displaying the extraordinary flexibility of his wrist that Ikki Kurogane had described. Without moving his feet, he drew a blade path in front of him that surpassed human ergonomics.

The first henchman jumped up, and Haramura Makoto struck him on the thigh with the back of his knife, sending him flying and knocking away the thug behind him who had brandished a gun.

Then, it accelerated instantly, the blade drifting diagonally downwards, slicing through the arm of the thug wearing brass knuckles who had thrown a punch.

An attack in a fantasy state of this magnitude was enough to cause him to faint for about ten seconds.

"Ten times the speed".

The sword-wielding skill instantly accelerated his physical body, causing Haramura Makoto, who already wielded his sword very quickly, to unleash a powerful, echoing sound as he swung it.

It was as if a whole row of blades suddenly appeared in front of Haramura Makoto, and the remaining people were swept away.

This is the skill that Kurogane Ikki called the ability of Haramura Makoto to become a born swordsman.

A normal swordsman swings his sword, sheathes it, and then swings it again.

After all, a normal human wrist and arm can only maintain one direction when moving, and it is basically impossible to forcibly change direction during movement.

A swordsman who has undergone long-term training can forcibly change a horizontal slash into a vertical one instantly, and the speed of the sword swing will not decrease while changing the move.

This highlights the importance of wrist flexibility.

Why is it that Makoto Haramura's innate skill is envied by Ikki Kurogane?

Without any training, he could naturally change direction three or even four times while swinging his knife.

That’s not all.

In addition to his own special abilities, he can also control the speed of his blade during this time.

It mixes in fast swords and slow swords, two different kinds of swords.

The sword techniques were unpredictable, and the sword speed was unpredictable!

This is Makoto Haramura's sword.

"Get down."

Finally, the shark-faced Kurashiki Kurato spoke up, telling his useless subordinates to stop wasting their time.

"They're actually two swordsmen. How interesting."

He spoke with an arrogant tone, but his face showed great excitement.

He first looked at Kurogane Ikki.

"Despite being weak, he can instantly find his weaknesses and use his skills to make up for them."

Then, he turned his attention to Makoto Haramura.

"You're just like me."

"You really are a lot like me."

Kurashiki Kurato laughed wildly and unrestrainedly, like a hungry predator eyeing its prey, his eyes fixed intently on Haramura Makoto.

"His swordsmanship is terrible, but he has the talent that those guys dream of."

"But are you systematically learning swordsmanship?"

That's right, Kurashiki Kurato, every swordsman has his own name.

His name is quite interesting: "Swordsman Killer".

Because he was not a swordsman, he was able to fight and defeat a swordsman in the area where swordsmen were most proficient, thus shattering the swordsman's pride as a swordsman.

He relied on his strongest reflexes.

In close combat, the most important reflex nerves.

No matter how bizarre the sword moves are, they can react and catch them with lightning speed.

"Never mind, none of that matters. I'm completely excited."

"Talent against talent."

"Let's have a fight."

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"Da da da da da-"

Just as tensions were running high on both sides, and a clash seemed imminent, the sound of submachine guns rang out.

The gunshots, growing louder as they approached, reached the ears of everyone in the restaurant.

The sudden turn of events brought the whispers of the daring guests who had gathered around to watch the spectacle to an abrupt halt.

"You scum, it seems you're lucky to have escaped with your life."

Things had changed, and Makoto Haramura naturally couldn't waste any more time with trash. Instead, he went straight back to Stella and Ikki Kurogane's side.

"Hmph, I'll show you what fear is in a moment."

Although Kurashiki Kurato had the demeanor of a scoundrel, he was still a swordsman.

He was at least superficially qualified a butcher, and he understood what he should do at this moment, even such a small thing.

"spit--"

Kurashiki Kurama, who had no image to speak of, spat on the ground and glared at his underlings with his fierce and menacing face.

"You're back."

"What do we do now?"

As soon as Makoto Haramura returned to Stella's side, Stella quietly asked him a question.

"Let's wait and see how things develop, and determine how many terrorists there are."

"To avoid any omissions, so as not to give terrorists the opportunity for large-scale massacres."

Makoto Haramura has dealt with and experienced similar incidents far too many times.

He probably had more kidnapping cases than even the most experienced detectives; his experience was simply too rich.

"I see."

Stella responded softly.

Fear gradually spread in all directions, and ordinary people seemed to have no idea what to do.

The next moment, the restaurant door was kicked open with a bang.

A dark figure suddenly burst into the restaurant, pointing his submachine gun directly into the sky, and bullets poured out.

All of a sudden!

The sound of bullets spitting out.

The sound of breaking glass.

The screams of the crowd.

All of it mingled together, sounding particularly jarring, but for the terrorist who broke in, it was the best reward. He smiled with satisfaction and shouted at the people inside the house in a rough voice.

This man was of a rather robust build; even in his thick combat uniform, his bulging muscles were still clearly visible.

The threat to their lives made everyone very anxious.

No one wants to disappear from this world because of useless chatter.

On the other side, Kurashiki Kurato clearly shared the same idea.