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His smiling gaze swept over Stella like a venomous snake.

"It's very simple, just apologize while completely naked."

“This is basic practice in Japan. If you do this, Princess Stella, I will let them go.”

"You scum, it seems you're ready to be torn to pieces."

It was so cold that just hearing those words felt like being in the dead of winter.

"—The Transformation of Timely Rain!"

"One-Sword Asura".

Chapter 075 Exchange Conditions

Magic surged wildly within Makoto Haramura's body, bursting forth like a blue mist and completely enveloping the space.

This moment, this instant.

Time stood still here.

Everything stopped here under that magical solidification.

"One-Sword Asura—"

At this moment, Kurogane Ikki also let out a shout of reaching the ultimate realm.

The ordinary Yin Iron in her hand was now enveloped in azure flames, and she transformed into a black lightning bolt, unleashing countless blades of light in an instant.

Normally, Makoto Haramura would be more interested in seeing how Ikki Kurogane managed to break through his survival instincts and push his limits.

But in this moment, when his reason is constantly being overwhelmed by anger, he has absolutely no interest in doing such a thing.

"The first second!"

Makoto Haramura took the first step, directly stepping away from the center point he had just been standing at.

"The second second!"

He took a second step and returned to Stella's side, gently touching her red hair.

"The third second!"

He stepped out of the crowd completely, and the blood-red longsword Yuyue was already in his hand.

"Fourth second."

Makoto Haramura had already stood before the smiling figure.

Looking at those twisted hands that made him want to vomit and stretched out in a way that disgusted him to the extreme, Haramura Makoto raised the Amatsuki in his hand high, his pupils filled with extreme indifference.

"The fifth second."

The barrier formed by the blue mist shattered with a roar, and the world, which had been at a standstill for a long time, resumed its normal operation.

"Boom!"

Two sounds rang out in quick succession as something fell to the ground.

Makoto Haramura, who had been holding his katana Amatsuki high, now let it hang casually to his right side.

"Tick, tick..."

What followed was the rhythmic, continuous sound of raindrops echoing in the quiet space.

"I see. As expected of Lord Smiling. Even though my arm has been cut off, you can still endure the pain without uttering a single groan."

"I'm sorry, but I've actually started to respect you a little now."

(What the hell is this brown-haired guy talking nonsense about? I clearly said that none of the livestock were allowed to move.)

(Disobedient livestock need to be punished so they will learn their lesson.)

The brain sends electrical signals, wanting to lower the raised hand so that its subordinates can fire.

(Strange, why does my head suddenly feel a little dizzy?)

(Huh? I let my hand fall, why haven't they fired yet?)

His vision became blurry, and his mind grew increasingly foggy. He tried his best to control his eyeballs and lower his gaze.

"Blood?"

Not only his head and vision, but even his voice became hoarse.

However, he did not notice anything unusual about his voice; instead, his gaze was fixed on his arm.

It was an empty arm, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the clean cut.

The bright red blood had even congealed into a pool on the flat ground, and in the very center of that pool of blood were two severed hands.

The object on that severed hand was none other than his unique spiritual artifact—the 'Ring of the Grand Judge'.

"This is... my hand?"

He smiled and asked the question as if talking to himself.

The pain, which should have arrived long ago but was long overdue, finally began to assault his nerves like a surging tide.

"Ahhh-"

A heart-wrenching wail finally rang out at this moment.

This is the first time this twisted guy has broken down since he came in.

He no longer possessed the composure he had at the beginning; his every move now carried a twisted quality that instilled fear in everyone.

Instead, his current wail and the messy sight of tears and snot mixed together, caused by his severed hand, make him look like a clown performing a show.

"Don't you understand, trash?"

Haramura Makoto looked down at the man kneeling in the pool of blood, clutching his severed arm and wailing in agony, with a smile on his face.

This was Makoto Haramura's plan from the beginning.

He moved to the center and then unleashed his strongest move, "Time Rain Transformation," which can freeze time.

Normally, the controllable range of his Time Rain Transformation is very small.

To be precise, it's at most a radius of about fifty meters.

However, the range of the Time Rain Transformation is constant depending on the strength of the enemy being controlled. Generally speaking, the strength of controlling the Blade Master is at most within a radius of fifty meters.

If it were a powerhouse like Stella, the area he needed to focus on would need to be further reduced.

Fortunately, they were quite lucky.

Everyone here is an ordinary person, not just the hostages, but even the terrorists are just ordinary people.

Makoto Haramura can minimize the concentration of his magic power, sacrificing quality to pursue scope.

Then, Kurogane Ikki's sudden burst of power rendered the twenty-odd terrorists incapacitated.

As for the only knife-wielder here...

Are you kidding me? Do you really think Makoto Haramura's hellish training these past few days was all for nothing? Did you think his magic control was as trash as it used to be?

While complete precision control may seem somewhat difficult, focusing on strengthening just one aspect is not a challenge.

This is why the finishing blow is left to Ikki Kurogane, rather than Ikki doing it himself.

"But there's no need for you to understand anymore."

Five sword lights tore through space, and five blood-red arrows shot out.

He wanted to say something, but found he could no longer make a sound; his consciousness gradually disconnected.

His body gradually lost strength. He tried his best to control his body, but he still couldn't help but fall to the ground.

"You have no chance to repent for your service."

"You have insulted Stella, die here."

……

Society is quite tolerant of those who work with axe.

Especially within the alliance, it is very rare for a Blademaster to be sentenced to death. Someone like this kind of trash is usually not executed directly; at most, he will be imprisoned and sentenced to life imprisonment.

But Makoto Haramura didn't want this kind of trash to waste even a second longer; his very existence was a waste of air.

The best fate for trash is to be swept into the garbage dump as soon as possible.

"Hmph, not bad!"

"You two are indeed worthy opponents, having still retained such skills."

"I'll let it go this time. I'll wait for you at her dojo tomorrow, so please don't stand me up."

With his hands in his pockets, Kurashiki Kurato walked over with a roguish look on his face, uttered those words condescendingly, glanced at Ayatsuji Junse with a furious expression, and then returned to his underlings.

"It seems we've come this far. Why don't you tell us what you think?"

“Ayatsuji-senpai, since it will take some time before the police arrive, why don’t you use this time to explain what happened between you and that thug?”

"In any case, my friend has been forced into your dispute."

"I think we should at least have the right to know."

Makoto Haramura fixed his gaze on Jun's body.

Just as Haramura Makoto said, as student knights and swordsmen, they had the responsibility to protect the people in that situation, and also the right to use force when necessary.

In other words, they can disregard casualties and other circumstances, and as long as there are no large-scale casualties among the hostages, they will not bear any responsibility.

However, they are still student knights who have not obtained formal knight licenses and therefore have no law enforcement authority.

The aftermath, including detention and taking statements, requires professionals.

They can only wait here now.

So he should take advantage of this time to resolve the issue he hadn't resolved before.

"makes sense."

With her enemy gone, Ayatsuji Junse's agitated emotions calmed down.

“My father’s name is Ayatsuji Kaito…”

Ayatsuji Kaito, known as the Last Samurai.

He was just an ordinary human being, but he became famous because of his superb swordsmanship, defeating many swordsmen.

However, this is also where the problem lies.

Two years ago, Kaito Ayatsuji was suddenly diagnosed with heart disease. For the sake of his remaining life and his family, he finally chose to give up kendo and retire from it.

But shortly after his retirement, Kurashiki Kurato came knocking on his door to challenge him.

Kurashiki Kurato, of course, refused.

However, not long after this rejection, problems began to appear at Ayatsuji Kaito's dojo.

His disciples were constantly attacked by unknown individuals, and over time, they all left the temple.

That's right, they were attacked by Kurashiki Kurato and his henchmen. They not only tortured them physically, but also broke their spirits in practicing swordsmanship.

"As expected, trash is trash."

“Trash is trash.”

Makoto Haramura gave a cold laugh.

"Yes, he's a piece of trash."

Ayatsuji Junse clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

"That's why, when he stormed into the dojo again, my father finally agreed to duel him."

The result is already obvious.

If Ayatsuji Kaito had won, Ayatsuji Junsuke wouldn't have shown that expression, and Kurashiki Kurato wouldn't have bothered them like that.

"Mr. Kaito probably didn't lose because of his swordsmanship."

Kurogane Ikki chimed in with a confident tone.