Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Stella, who usually practically stares at Makoto Haramura, is probably replying to him with a nonchalant attitude for the first time.

The old-fashioned Japanese sliding door creaked as Makoto Haramura pulled it hard.

Inside, Kurashiki Kurato sat cross-legged on the floor as one might expect.

His henchmen, in all sorts of disarray, surrounded Kurashiki Kurama in a circle.

"It turns out I didn't wait in vain. It seems this rotten woman has finally gained some value."

The moment he saw Makoto Haramura and Kazuki Kurogane, Kurashiki Kurato, who had been looking down, raised his head and his lips curled upwards, revealing sharp, somewhat ferocious shark teeth.

Is being verbally abusive your only trait?

"Why don't you show me your strength, you piece of trash?"

Taking a step forward, blocking the intimidating aura emanating from Kurashiki Kurama behind him, Haramura Makoto revealed a contemptuous smile to Kurashiki Kurama.

"Or what should I say?"

"You, who used to bully others with your power and force others to do your bidding, have now become nothing more than a useless bum who only knows how to talk big and show off your strength?"

From the moment they entered the room, with just a few words exchanged, the air inside instantly turned cold, enveloped in a somber atmosphere.

"Hahaha……"

"That's right, that's the kind of spirit we need, that's exactly how it should be done."

Instead of getting angry, Kurashiki Kurato laughed heartily and freely, his laughter so loud that it could be heard even outside the room.

He supported himself on his knees with his hands and slowly stood up.

"I have talked a lot today. You're right, I only like to use violence to oppress others."

"Then let's start now."

"I've been waiting impatiently for this for ages."

Haramura Seikou's rain-soaked moon, draped naturally from his shoulder to his waist, struck a pose honed over the past few months.

"I'm sorry, Ikki!"

"Originally, I could have left today's matter to you."

"But I have already made an agreement. To sit back and reap the benefits without sowing would go against my principles and is not my style."

"So please wait here for a while."

Kurogane Ikki laughed heartily and stood in the corner with Stella, Kurogane Shizuku, and Ayatsuji Junse.

"The agreement is still important. If you fail, leave it to me."

"Ikki, you've started making silly jokes now."

Kurashiki Kurō's underlings quickly cleaned up the trash in the dojo, leaving a space that was barely usable for a fight.

Makoto Haramura noticed that Kurashiki Kurato's underlings had taken out a student handbook, seemingly preparing to record the battle.

"Although you spoke with great confidence yesterday, it seems you were warned as well."

"They're being surprisingly formal today."

"Just dealing with that old guy."

Kurashiki Kurōto stopped about twenty meters away from Haramura Makoto, and then turned around.

"Anyway, he can't punish me, can he?"

That's pretty much it.

Why does Kurashiki Kurato dare to be so arrogant outside the academy, yet never fear punishment from within the school?

It's because, although he's only a C-rank knight, he is indeed the strongest student in this year's class at Greed Wolf Academy.

Last year's Seven Star Sword Dance Festival also relied on Kurashiki Kurani to achieve eighth place.

Without Kurashiki Kurato, Tanrou Academy would basically be useless.

"——Chase the enemy, Orochimaru!"

Kurashiki Kurama grinned, revealing a mouthful of ferocious shark teeth, and raised his left hand with a menacing expression. A large katana shaped like a white bone appeared directly in his hand.

This is a white bone blade with distinct joints, looking just like a real bone. There are bone spikes protruding from the gaps between each joint. Just by looking at it, it is an extremely vicious weapon.

"Let's begin the battle now."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Kurashiki Kurato swung his white bone blade with his left hand, slashing at Haramura Makoto with unexpected speed.

This is not a fantasy; it is an attack that condenses the spirit armor into a tangible form.

(However, it looks a bit like the Zabimaru used by Renji in Bleach.)

Makoto Haramura's side was also quick to act.

As the sound of something cutting through the air approached and the bone blade aimed at his neck, Makoto Haramura's wrist had already flipped upwards.

"Chong-"

Makoto Haramura's Rain Moon was precisely positioned at the joint between the snake's head and the first segment of the White Bone Greatsword.

This rendered Kurashiki Kurato's fierce attack futile.

(That is to say.)

The attack was blocked, and Kurashiki Kurato's surprised smile only grew wider.

"drink--"

Kurashiki Kurato shouted and flicked his wrist, causing the bone sword to change shape. The snake head embedded at the very tip now stretched out realistically, extending its distance as it continued to bite towards Haramura Makoto's neck.

"boom--"

A pale blue flame erupted from the black muzzle of the gun, and the bullet struck the snake's head precisely.

The powerful attack, a sudden strike that could have been fatal, came to an abrupt end.

"cut--"

Kurashiki Kurato spat, shifted his feet, and pushed back several meters. The white bone katana in his hand returned to its original form.

(As expected, it's a spirit garment that can freely expand and contract.)

From yesterday until now, Makoto Haramura really hasn't specifically looked for Kurashiki Kuranosuke's videos, and he really didn't know that Kurashiki Kuranosuke's spirit dress could change forms.

If he hadn't been extra careful, this attack pattern would have been quite effective against Chujian Sha.

"Again, it is indeed the most enjoyable thing to engage in close combat with a swordsman."

Kurashiki Kurato didn't say much, and with a maniacal and joyful expression, he leaned in again.

For him, that kind of attack was just routine.

For those who don't know him, the effect is indeed remarkable; even if it doesn't kill instantly, it can still leave injuries.

However, this move has rarely been effective since he won the eighth place in the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival.

He swung the hilt of his sword forcefully, causing the blade and tip to spiral upwards in the air, like a python hunting its prey, enveloping Haramura Makoto entirely.

"I'm going to keep attacking. If you don't fight back, you're finished."

Normally, wielding such a weapon should be a very difficult thing.

After all, they are of varying lengths, making them difficult to control perfectly.

However, Kurashiki Kurato wielded this weapon as if it were an extension of his own arm, as if his arm had become one with his inherent spiritual armor, like a real one, ready to hunt a giant serpent at any moment.

"Chong-"

The snake-like body formed from skeletal remains moved irregularly, while bone spurs continuously stabbed towards Makoto Haramura.

Makoto Haramura's hand movements became faster and faster.

Even now, the afterimage of the arm is no longer visible; all that can be seen is a blood-red sword net and sparks constantly falling from the sky.

"Qiangqiang-"

"Humph--"

Haramura Makoto snorted coldly, and his raised arm accelerated instantly. The momentum from the acceleration sent the huge bone sword flying.

The moment the encirclement was breached, Makoto Haramura's lips moved, and he leaned forward, assuming a sword-drawing stance.

"Lightning Speed ​​- Flash!"

"Zheng——"

A deep blue magical light surged directly from Haramura Makoto's body, instantly strengthening him.

"Bam—"

The sound of an explosion followed immediately.

In the blink of an eye, Haramura Makoto was already in front of Kurashiki Kurato, and the blood-red light that instantly appeared directly swallowed Kurashiki Kurato's vision.

"Chong-"

This was a sword-drawing slash that was almost beyond the speed of normal, yet it was blocked by Kurashiki Kurato under these circumstances.

"That's really fast. Even I could barely block that sword."

"Also, it's so heavy."

Kurashiki Kurato stared intently at Haramura Makoto, as if he had seen a treasure he hadn't seen in a thousand years.

However, his blocking was indeed, as he said, very difficult.

It can only be said that he forcibly raised the last joint of the bone sword and used that part to block Makoto Haramura's attack.

The next moment, the snake god that had been stretched out suddenly retracted, and in a short instant, it slashed at Haramura Makoto's waist through the angle of retraction.

"A juggling act."

Makoto Haramura leaped into the air, maintaining a backflip posture, and slammed the butt of his gun hard against the bone sword with his left hand holding the gun.

The battle, which lasted only two seconds, ended just like that in another round.

This time, it was Makoto Haramura who widened the gap.

"Your reflexes are indeed outstanding."

Normally, the average person's nerve reflex lasts about 0.3 seconds. It can be shortened with training, but it will never be shortened to 0.1 seconds.

This is already the limit of human capability; it's a fixed constraint.

Only someone with exceptional innate talent like Makoto Haramura could compress it to less than 0.1 seconds.

But even someone like Makoto Haramura only manages a time of about 0.05 seconds.

Kurashiki Kurato's reaction speed is definitely within 0.05 seconds.

For example, Haramura Makoto's sword strike just now, from the moment he struck the pose to the moment he drew his sword, the entire process was compressed into less than a second.

Therefore, Kurashiki Kurahiro could only explain this phenomenon by being faster himself.

Such lightning-fast reflexes are Kurashiki Kurato's greatest asset in becoming a swordsman assassin.

He could easily block the swords that other swordsmen swung with force, but the swords he swung could be made more unpredictable and varied through his own inherent spiritual armor and reflexes.

So, are you scared?

At this moment, Kurashiki Kurato was like a great white shark ready to devour its prey. With a fierce and violent look in his eyes, he once again swung Orochimaru in his hand. Under the strong wind, Orochimaru immediately transformed into four ferocious snake shadows, which shot towards Haramura Makoto at lightning speed.

"Are you dreaming? Trash!"

Chapter 078 Yan Fan

In fact, the so-called lightning-fast reflex is not just about being able to react to supplies faster when facing attacks.

The effects on the attack are also equivalent.

After all, it's all about transmitting electrical signals from the brain to one's limbs. If each cut is 0.01 seconds faster than the other's, then four cuts would be 0.04 seconds faster. The more cuts you make, the more terrifying the effect becomes.

Human dynamic vision has its limits.

When they were beyond the limits of visual perception, the four sword maidens seemed to appear directly in front of Makoto Haramura in an instant.

Normally, it would be very difficult to defend against such a rapid sword strike.