Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 217 Physical Training

To be honest, Fushimi Shika doesn't want to use violence.

Once he resorts to violence, it not only means that his "social training" is over, but also means that his social ability is just so-so. Even the leader of the cult cannot be influenced by him. How can he be called a social expert?
But he thought again and soon realized that he was getting stuck in a dead end.

Just as he and Fengjian Qianji talked about the theory of "born criminals", some people are just apes disguised as Homo sapiens - they are not fully evolved, are born mentally retarded, have well-developed limbs, and can only be influenced by physical force.

Even Liu Huangshu was called a big-eared thief by some people, so how could he possibly make everyone like him? Even if everyone liked him, it didn’t mean that everyone had good character.

Fushimi Shika sat in a chair, drumming his fingers on the armrest, thinking about how to clean up the debris.

But in the eyes of others, Fushimi Shika seemed to be struggling between inner and outer conflicts, hesitating whether to go along with the evil.

Junko grabbed his trouser legs and begged with tears in her eyes; her mother finally realized what a stupid mistake she had made, and stood by with blank eyes, watching the scene with detachment.

Asano Ryo neither stopped nor urged.

The more the victim begs, the more valuable the 'test' becomes - in this way, the subject can truly abandon their humanity, become full of divinity like them, and naturally herd 'animal humans'.

"I have a little question."

Fushimi Shika suddenly raised his head.

"Please go ahead." Asano Ryo was very patient.

"If I refuse, will I be silenced?" Fushimi Shika pointed at the gunman behind him and said, "You are threatening my life like this. For emergency reasons, I will definitely do something I am unwilling to do."

"That's right. I will send you back into the cycle of reincarnation." Asano Ryo paused. He didn't know what Fushimi Shika was up to. "So what have you thought about?"

"I think that everything should come from the heart. If I want to do something, I will do it, not just because you threaten me to do it."

Fushimi Shika looked very righteous, and everyone else thought he was going to refuse. Junko showed a painful expression, and the gunman had already raised the muzzle of the gun, but he suddenly changed the subject: "I want to sleep with a woman, not because you pointed a gun at me, but because I want to."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then reacted and laughed loudly. Even Asano Ryo couldn't help laughing. He laughed and clapped, saying, "Fushimi-kun is really humorous. In that case, please start as soon as possible. Everyone can't wait..."

"I'd like to start with Horie-kun."

As he spoke, Fushimi Shika shook his head and sighed: "I am too kind-hearted and cannot bear to see others suffer. It is better to kill him now to prevent Horie-kun from suffering more later."

"No, the order of the ceremony cannot be messed up." Asano Ryo refused.

"Can't you be flexible? Since you don't have super powers, why bother about whether the ritual is correct or not?" Fushimi Shika frowned.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Asano Ryoya didn't want to make the situation so awkward. They still had to work together happily in the future, so there was no need to make the entrance examination too strict.

"Okay, I'll make an exception for you."

Asano Yoshi gave a signal with his eyes, and two core members of the sect immediately put on their clothes, lifted the white veil, and brought Horie Kei into the hall.

He was kneeling on the ground, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, his mouth was blocked, his eyes were covered with sackcloth, his body was like a cooked shrimp, his back was arched, his skin was flushed, and he was making a whining sound.

Seeing this, the mother and daughter cried out in despair. Just now, they heard this group of believers talking about Kei Horie's life and death, just like talking to vendors in the market about whether to kill a chicken. Only by experiencing it personally can one understand how terrible this fear is.

The cultists gave Fushimi Shika a gun with only one bullet in it.

Asano Ryo took a step back, stood behind everyone, and signaled Fushimi Shika that they could begin.

"No... please... I know you're a good person..." Junko tried to stop her brother, but was pushed to the ground by other believers.

Fushimi Shika turned a deaf ear to him, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, a crater appeared on the ceiling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my shooting skill is terrible and I missed..." he said with a smile.

Everyone looked up at the broken light bulb, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed. Only the neon light coming through the glass door vaguely illuminated the profile of Fushimi Kakashi... They could see clearly that there was no trace of apology on Fushimi Kakashi's face.

Asano Ryo's expression gradually darkened: "Are you kidding me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. The believers looked back and saw the automatic door opened. Otomo Hayabusa was holding a katana and holding the door frame, panting. When he saw the scene in the hall, he was stunned.

...Why is Master Zhengwu not wearing any clothes?
Fushimi Shika threw away his gun, which was equivalent to surrendering his weapon. Everyone lost their vigilance and let him walk slowly towards Otomo Hayabusa, watching him take the katana from the latter.

"Thank you very much, Hayabusa-kun. You have lived up to my expectations."

Fushimi Shika put his katana on his waist, unbuttoned his shirt in front of everyone, took it off and tied it around his waist, revealing his muscular upper body. He stretched his muscles, and the hem of his black robe swayed slightly with his movements.

When Otomo Hayabusa heard this, he was moved, but also more confused, not knowing what was going on.

The others were equally confused, even Kei Horie used his shoulder to rub off his blindfold and stared at Fushimi Kagawa in astonishment.

"What...are you going to do?" asked Asano Ryo.

"My spiritual training is over," Fushimi Shika exhaled a puff of white mist and gripped the hilt of the knife. He followed the Fujishin Flow breathing method to gradually increase the vitality of his heart and lungs. "Next, it's time to practice physical training."

No one could understand what he was saying, but from his posture, they knew he was ready to take action.

Asano thought to himself that this guy was definitely a psychopath. From the first time they met, he felt that Fushimi Shika was mentally ill... He was really a hopeless case and all his efforts were in vain.

There were six gunmen standing behind the white veil. With one order, he could turn Fushimi Shika into a sieve. Even if Fushimi Shika had a knife in his hand, so what? Could he still be killed?
"I advise you to think it over carefully..."

Before Asano Ryo could finish his words, he saw Fushimi Shika standing in a bow stance, lowering his body and assuming the starting stance for the Iai Slash.

The believers lifted their white veils and raised their guns. The cadres sneered in their hearts, "Does this guy really think he has super powers? What a fool!"
Otomo Hayabusa also reacted and knelt on the ground with a thud. Just as he was about to beg for mercy on behalf of Fushimi-kun, he suddenly heard the sound of a knife!
Everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and then Fushimi Ka's figure disappeared. The wooden floor shook violently, and the sound of swords being drawn and breaking through the air merged into one. Three heads rolled to the ground, and a column of blood shot up into the sky, staining the white gauze red.

Before the body fell, Fushimi Shika flashed by again. The other three cultists opened fire in panic, and a stray bullet hit a cadre, who fell to the ground, clutching his thigh and wailing. The scene was in chaos.

Red, green, and blue blades flashed one after another, and each blade could chop off a head. The last cultist emptied his magazine and fired several blank rounds before he came to his senses and knelt on the ground begging for mercy. But after the blade flashed, the begging stopped abruptly, and the hall fell into a dead silence.

Fushimi Shika stood in the center, his blood-stained long sword swung in an arc on the ground.

Silence fell.

"The God of the New World is nothing but this." He exhaled a breath, a playful look on his face.

Asano Ryo came to his senses, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and said ferociously: "Do you really think I can't kill you? Go to hell!"

After the gunshot, the bullet flew out of the chamber, and Fushimi Shika suddenly drew his sword. There was a "clang" sound, and a flash of fire disappeared.

In front of everyone, he split the bullet like a miracle.

(End of this chapter)