In the Sand Village, the clones are everywhere, and the Arkham game begins

Chapter 445 Shimizu VS Abdominal Cut
"Zheng~!"

In front of Shimizu, Fusakiri drew the sword, examined the blade carefully, flicked it with his finger, listened to the sound, and nodded in satisfaction.

The materials used are not readily apparent, but they should be top-notch. The blade should be quite strong, and the craftsmanship is indeed excellent; it is a masterpiece by a master.

If that's all there is to it, then while it would be a rare item that's hard to find on the market, it's not impossible to buy. At least, I think it might not be as good as the longsword in my hand, forged by the world's top swordsmith.

Even so, I'm already quite satisfied with the seppuku. It's a decent sword, at least I can keep it as a collectible.

However, it also has the ability to amplify killing intent and create illusions for the enemy.

This is worth discussing.

Fukiri had also heard of some magical weapons in this world. For example, the Sword Saint Society had two divine swords passed down through generations: the Nichirin Blade and the Tsukirin Blade. Although the latter had been lost for a long time, the Nichirin Blade was still in the hands of the leader of the Sword Saint Society, Nichirin.

It is said that only the most skilled swordsmen can draw this sword, which possesses incredible power, and that the one who wields both the Sun and Moon Swords will become the strongest swordsman in history.

Having lived for so many years, Fukiri, a top-tier swordsmanship master of his time, had never possessed such a sword, nor had the other members of the Sword Saint Association, such as Kamikaze, Tensei, and Zanmei.

If he could have a seppuku, how prestigious would it be when he met the Sword Saint Society next time?
"Shimizu-kun, you don't mind if I give it a try, do you?"

Fukukiri glanced a few more times at the ornate blade and the golden tiger head carvings on the hilt, then asked Shimizu.

"As you please."

Shimizu smiled and gestured for Fukukiri to proceed.

The latter gripped the hilt of his sword, turned around, and pointed the tip at the bespectacled man, releasing an incomparably sharp killing intent.

The bespectacled man's eyes widened, and he immediately fainted.

Fukukiri, out of curiosity, then pointed the tip of his sword at another older, bearded man.

This time the effect wasn't as good, but the bearded man still seemed to have been frightened by something. He stepped back, his right hand instinctively drawing the long sword from his waist, assuming a defensive posture, his body trembling uncontrollably with fear.

The murderous aura emanating from the scalp intensified once more, yet the bearded man still did not faint; he merely trembled more violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead from the shock.

Shimizu knew that this was because the sword he had created had reached its maximum strength in attacking the illusions amplified by killing intent.

"Abakari-sensei, perhaps you should tone down your aura. If you keep going like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist running away."

The bearded man stammered as he made a cut in his abdomen.

Upon hearing this, the latter withdrew his imposing aura and looked at the longsword in his hand with satisfaction.

"Does this sword have a name, Shimizu-kun?"

"Not yet, senior seppuku can come up with one himself."

"Then let's call it Tiger Soul! Like a fierce tiger, it's captivating!"

"I'm so excited!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with relief.

He had actually realized that the sword's intimidating effect had its limits. Against someone with greater strength and a more determined mind, the effect would probably not be as good. But at least it could intimidate people, and it was indeed a good sword with special abilities.

To be honest, this sword didn't significantly boost his skill ceiling, which made him a little disappointed. However, its special abilities were impressive, and its design was flashy enough for him to show off. It would also make him look good when he took it out, and it would be enough for him to be happy if he could swagger around in front of his fellow members of the Sword Saint Guild next time.

What he wanted most after his seppuku was power, followed by money, face, fame, and enjoyment.

"call……"

The bearded man wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the glasses lying on the ground.

"That, Heixuan... Mr. Shimizu, Junior Brother Xiufu, he..."

"Oh, this? Just pinching her philtrum will wake her up, but she'll need to rest for a bit."

Shimizu waved his hand and said.

"Yuto, you should take your junior brother Hidefumi to rest first. Shimizu-kun, please come with me."

Fukiri finally shifted his gaze from the tiger's soul, gave an order to the bearded man, and then spoke rather gently to Shimizu.

Shimizu didn't give him money, but she gave him something more valuable than money.

In his hands, the Tiger Soul Sword only gained an AOE mental attack effect against regular enemies, but no one could deny its value.

I'm very satisfied with the cesarean section.

He wants so much money just to turn it into face and things he can enjoy!
As a result, Fukiri's attitude towards Shimizu suddenly became much better than before.

Shimizu followed Fukukiri into the very upscale kendo dojo.

"please."

On the tatami mat, Fukukiri sat opposite Shimizu, extending his left hand towards Shimizu and pointing to a cup of fragrant tea.

"Thank you."

Qingshui nodded slightly and accepted the tea.

"I would be delighted if Mr. Shimizu wished to exchange sword techniques, but I wonder which school of swordsmanship Mr. Shimizu inherited his skills from."

"It's a family sword technique passed down from a samurai family called Tsugikuni, three hundred years ago. It's not very famous, so you probably wouldn't know it, senpai."

Qingshui took a sip of tea.

"Three hundred years ago, Jiguo?"

After thinking for a moment, he realized that he had no relevant school of thought in his memory.

"I wonder how Shimizu-kun would like to communicate?"

Abdominal cutter asked again.

"Of course, I hope to gain something."

Shimizu meant that he wanted to learn something real from seppuku.

Fukukiri also took a small sip of tea, using the act of drinking tea to conceal his thought process.

Logically speaking, only by formally becoming his apprentice can one learn truly valuable skills from him.

However, his reputation for teaching real kung fu as long as you pay money has already spread. The sword the other party gave him was a genuine treasure, a divine sword with special abilities that you can't buy on the market. If he refused to teach real kung fu, wouldn't that ruin his reputation?

If people continue to give gifts like this, won't there be no one left who wants to learn anything from him?

We still have to teach, and we have to teach some really good things, but we can't take out those secrets we've got hidden away.

You have to become an apprentice, or pay extra!
"Of course, since Mr. Shimizu has presented such a generous gift, I will naturally not let you leave empty-handed. However, if we are to exchange ideas, I need to know Mr. Shimizu's strength. But my disciples are not very capable, and they probably wouldn't last more than a few moves against Mr. Shimizu. How about I experience it for myself?"

Fukichi asked Shimizu gently.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, sepakiri-senpai."

Shimizu nodded slightly.

He couldn't have asked for more. No matter how much he studied the battle videos of those S-class heroes and Dragon and Demon-level monsters, it couldn't compare to the profound experience of fighting them himself.

While Fukukiri's strength is significantly weaker than that of Atomic Samurai, a top-tier S-class hero, he is at least no weaker than Tanktop Master, a lower-tier S-class hero, and certainly possesses the ability to kill some Demon-level monsters.

Abdominal surgery was performed again:

"Let's go somewhere bigger. I've seen the traces of your fight with that weirdo. If we get serious, this little kendo dojo won't take long to demolish."

"Let's go to the outskirts of the city. I remember there are large undeveloped wastelands in the western suburbs. If we fight there, it won't cause too much damage, and we won't be seen by outsiders."

"No need, that's too far. The basement downstairs will do. I've built a training room specifically for my own practice. The materials and construction there are on par with the refugee shelters built by the Hero Association. That's enough to keep me busy."

Goodness, not only is the kendo dojo located in the prime downtown commercial street, but it also has a high-standard training room underneath.

That old guy who had his abdomen cut open was really rich.

Not long after, Shimizu and Fukiri arrived together in the training room in the basement.

Along with them arrived several swordplay students who had been summoned by Fukukiri to "watch closely and learn from him."

The basement is quite large, about half the size of a standard football field, enough to move around easily.

After moving the training equipment that was placed in the center of the field, the trainees quickly ran to the edge to avoid being accidentally injured.

"Senpai, I apologize for the inconvenience."

Shimizu pressed the wristwatch on his wrist, summoning the Black Samurai and its matching black steel sword. He gave a kendo salute to Fukukiri, then raised the steel sword and performed the kendo.

Using high-tech armor to enhance the body?

Fukukiri looked at Shimizu's armor with great interest, and with the air of a master, put one hand behind his back and made a gesture with the other hand towards Shimizu.

"Please, Shimizu-kun."

The next second, a flash of sword light appeared, and Shimizu's figure instantly rushed in front of Fukiri, slashing with his sword.

"Breath of Separation, Second Form, Flowing Dance of Separation!"

At the same time, Fukiri also drew his sword, not only splitting Shimizu's sword but also changing the angle of the blade, allowing the Tiger Soul's blade to smoothly and swiftly slash at the arm of Shimizu's sword-wielding hand.

Like a whirlwind, Shimizu retreated in the blink of an eye, the sword blade rising from below, tracing a semi-circle.

"Breathing of Separation - Form One - Ion Cut!"

Bright sword light danced, and Shimizu retreated while parrying the oncoming attack from Fukichi.

He used two sword strikes to block the slash from the seppuku, and a shallow sword wound had already appeared on the arm of his armor.

The signature move of the seppuku-kiri, the draw-slash, truly lives up to its reputation.

The old man's ability to join the Sword Saint Guild is truly undeniable.

Sword energy crisscrossed as the two figures retreated and advanced, their speed striking against speed. In just over ten seconds, they carved deep trenches, some meters deep, into the ground and ceiling.

As soon as they began to test each other's strength, both sides constantly assessed each other's abilities and quickened the pace.

Shimizu had to admit that, relying solely on his swordsmanship and the basic enhancements from his armor, his raw strength was indeed inferior to that of Fukukiri, putting him at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

Although Wind Release Chakra Mode can increase his speed, making him even faster than Abdominal Slash, his opponent can keep up with him completely, and their sword swings are faster and more powerful.

He could only parry.

However, Shimizu was able to roughly judge the level of seppuku's swordsmanship.

In terms of the sophistication of his moves and his ability to react on the spot, Abatsuri is better than me, but only by a limited margin.

What truly affects the combat effectiveness of both sides are their basic numerical values.

In fact, Shimizu's swordsmanship level was already very high. He had cultivated both the breathing technique and the non-offensive swordsmanship of the Mo Sect to a very high level.

It's not that he can't continue down the path of swordsmanship, but as his swordsmanship improves, without other references or comparisons, his progress will become slower and slower.

He needs someone whose swordsmanship is on par with his, or slightly better, to spar and exchange ideas with him, so that they can learn from each other and improve at the same time.

The more people, the better.

Fortunately, in this world, whether it is swordsmanship or other martial arts combat skills, there are many people who have climbed to extremely high levels, and their physical training and strengthening also have many merits.

"Dang~!"

Tiger Soul and the black steel sword clashed countless times in an instant, scattering sparks.

The powerful sword energy spread outwards continuously, forcing the disciples of Fukichi to move away and find cover to protect themselves.

"Wow, is this the skill level of Master Fukukiri? No wonder he's a world-renowned swordsmanship master, Sugokuichi!"

"That Black Whirlwind Samurai is also very powerful. Although he doesn't seem to be able to beat Abikiri-sensei, he is very fast. I can hardly see his figure. He is like a black whirlwind. His hero name is really fitting!"

"Look! It seems like Professor Fukukiri has gained two more hands! And even an extra sword?"

"This should be the famous Shadow Stitch. It is said to be the afterimage created when the speed of the sword swing is fast enough, making people look like they have an extra pair of arms. I heard that Master Fukukiri once used this move to kill a Demon-level monster!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

Two more scratches appeared on Darth Vader's arm.

Shimizu also noticed the increased speed of the slashing of the seppuku-kiri. He took the initiative to step back and create distance, then used his right hand to slash the sword in a perfect circle from bottom to top.

"Breath of Separation - Seventh Form - Mirror of Separation!"

A bright blue round mirror appeared, then shattered instantly.

With both hands gripping the sword, he thrust it straight at Shimizu once more.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of sword sounds sounded.

Shimizu also gripped his sword with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of him, using the side of the blade to block the slash. At the same time, several sword-wielding hands appeared behind him like a thousand-armed Guanyin.

The form of Ekron.

Five physical clones of Shimizu instantly appeared from behind, attacking Fukuki from all directions.

However, in the next instant, the seppuku-kiri erupted again, raising its speed and power to a new level, as if it had several more hands than before, all simultaneously performing the drawing-slash motion.

With his clone destroyed, Fukiri also delivered a powerful slash, forcing Shimizu back several steps.

"Okay, let's stop here."

He made a sound to stop her.

(End of this chapter)