The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 583: Two days in the sun
At the end of the passageway, Kurama Heihachi had already entered within ten feet of the woman in the priestess's robes—he had naturally paid a considerable price to break through the encirclement of more than ten Hachiman Palace sword saints to achieve this.

He is blind in his left eye, has only three fingers on his right hand, and has a total of seventeen wounds all over his body. The longest wound runs across his chest and abdomen, and the deepest wound goes through his right lung.

At his feet and behind him lay the corpses of thirteen Hachiman no Kami sword saints.

Seventeen wounds, in exchange for thirteen lives.

Not a loss.

Kurama Heihachi suddenly raised his hand, startling the four remaining sword saints who instinctively raised their swords to block him, fearing that he would suddenly rush up and fight to the death.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth, coughed up a mouthful of pinkish blood, flicked it to the ground, and then burst into wild, unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha—trash!"

"I only coughed up some blood, look how scared you bunch of good-for-nothings are!"

"scare!"

He suddenly took a step forward.

The four sword saints then took a half step back.

"Hahahaha!"

Kurama Heihachi laughed even more unrestrainedly.

"You bunch of trash, you dare to compare yourselves to my Kurama-ryu style, and you dare to pretend to set up this bullshit ascension system..."

The mockery suddenly turned into fury.

"You dare kill my disciple?!"

Kurama Heihachi suddenly gripped a short sword that had pierced through his calf. It was the work of a severely wounded Hachiman no Kami swordsman before his death, and it had been restricting his movements, with at least four wounds related to it.

Without hesitation, he pulled the dagger from his leg, held it in his mutilated right hand, then bent down, bit his collar, and tore it off, slowly binding the hilt to his hand.

“You bunch of good-for-nothings thought I was dead back then, so you set a trap to lure my disciples here, and shamelessly killed them all here.”

"Are you wondering why, since I'm not dead, I haven't bothered you all these years?"

Kurama Heihachi carefully tied the hilt of his sword, his tone calm and serious, no longer as arrogant and sarcastic as before.

But the four sword saints facing him swallowed hard. They felt a chill as Kurama Heihachi's calm, unwavering tone gradually gripped their hearts.

"No."

The four of them looked at each other.

Although they were stunned by the fact that Kurama Heihachi had killed thirteen of his companions, the four remaining sword saints who survived to the end were no ordinary people. They knew very well that with Kurama Heihachi seriously injured, the next battle would be a matter of life and death.

No matter what other tricks Kurama Heihachi has up his sleeve, we can't let him succeed. Now is the best time to kill him.

So, amidst Kurama Heihachi's calm voice, the four of them moved their feet little by little, their swords sheathed and slowly gathering power, cautiously surrounding him.

Kurama Heihachi continued to tie his short sword at a leisurely pace, glanced up, chuckled, but did not react. Instead, he continued speaking indifferently.

Where were we? Oh, where have I been all these years?

"You all know that the four most ancient original sword techniques seem to have a common origin. I think this is precisely why your Shintoism is suppressing us at all costs."

"Back then, although I had a few incompetent disciples, they eventually couldn't withstand the suppression of the Shinto Church. So, as their master, I wanted to find a way out for them."

"But others may not know, but how could I not know? Shintoism has long been rooted in the whole world. Even Enryakuji, which is on the surface at odds with it, secretly colludes with it. How difficult it is to find a way out."

"Therefore, we should start with the four original sword techniques." Kurama Heihachi suddenly ripped the strip of cloth and carefully tied a tight knot.

"Kama-ryu, Yin-ryu, Nian-ryu, Niten-ichi-ryu."

“The fools of Nenryu have defected to Enryakuji Temple, and the successor of Kageryu has not appeared in the world for a hundred years, so the only one I can find is the successor of Niten Ichiryu.”

"I found him."

"But unfortunately, he's an even bigger idiot than you all, and he absolutely refuses to hand over the inheritance of the Second Heaven First Class."

"As fellow inheritors of the True Original Sword Technique, I could only fight him to the death in a fair and square manner and kill him. I also almost died, and could only drag my broken body back to the dojo to make some arrangements for the future before going to find a place to heal my wounds."

"That's why you thought I was dead back then."

As they spoke, four Hachiman Palace sword saints closed in on him, their four chilling sword intents locking onto Kurama Heihachi's head, heart, dantian, and groin, sealing off all his angles of movement.

scoff!

Kurama Heihachi finally managed to firmly bind the short sword to his right hand. He nodded in satisfaction, lowered his hands, and squinted as he surveyed his surroundings.

"You want to know where I've been all these years? It's simple, I've been healing."

"Besides the injuries I sustained in the fierce battle with the second-generation disciple of the Second Heaven Sect, there were also hidden injuries to my meridians from trying out some new things."

"I know that if we only rely on the Kurama-ryu tradition, the limit is this passage. Trying to storm Hachiman-gu Shrine and confront Shintoism will always be wishful thinking."

"But what if it's not just Kurama style?"

“I was very lucky. I had achieved some success, but it also damaged my foundation and exhausted my lifespan. But just at this time, a strange woman found me and gave me a choice.”

Li Miao suddenly smiled and pointed at the "strange woman" beside him, which made Ji Tianrui glance at him with a look that seemed both pleased and annoyed.

Kurama Heihachi continued.

"She gave me a choice: to linger on, to die like a stray dog ​​in some unknown corner?"

"Should we entrust our lives to her, compress the rest of our lives into one day, and finish what we haven't done yet?"

Kurama Heihachi laughed heartily.

"Even a fool knows which one to choose."

"So here I am."

"With the help of some things that strange woman gave me, I completed... a single move that killed the successor of the Second Heaven First Class, wasted more than twenty years of my life, and cost the lives of my disciples, all for this one move."

He brandished his twin swords, raising the short sword above his head and pressing the long sword down to his abdomen; the curve of the Japanese swords made the two swords form a circle.

"This is the only move we have."

"kill!!!"

Calm words and sudden, furious shouts overlapped, mixing into a muffled noise. Four katanas shot out from their sheaths, their blades gleaming with a cold light that enveloped Kurama Heihachi.

Just then, the circle formed by the two swords slowly rotated once, and then began to spin violently like a windmill, the blades carrying up the corpses, blood, and fallen cherry blossoms on the ground, scattering a circle of interwoven blood and cherry blossom colors.

"Two days in a row - two days of sun exposure."

In a daze, the four sword saints heard Kurama Heihachi's soft murmur.

Then, in their line of sight, within arm's reach, the circle of crimson and cherry blossom colors deepened continuously, eventually forming a pitch-black sun.

(End of this chapter)