Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

Do I really deserve it?

She was touched by the boy once again.

She paused for a moment, then raised her hand to tidy a strand of hair at her temple: "Yu-kun... is it really necessary to do this no matter what?"

"Yes." Han Chuan You nodded emphatically, "It has to be this way no matter what."

"I understand……"

The woman's eyes were as gentle as spring water. She took a half step back, her demeanor dignified, her gaze fixed on the boy's face.

In the end, Yuu Hanchuan followed Masako Yagyu to the dojo behind the villa.

At this moment, two groups of people were sitting around the dojo. Yagyu Masataka was sitting cross-legged on the right side of the dojo, waiting for Hankawa Yu to enter.

"Kid, you're so slow, I thought you were scared and ran away."

"If you want to die sooner, just say so."

Han Chuanyou approached him, disregarding all sword etiquette, and drew his long sword directly from his waist, the tip pointing straight at his head.

"You old dog, prepare to die!"

"You brat, you've gone too far."

Yagyu Masataka stood up and angrily drew his katana.

The two stood facing each other, and the competition officially began.

Yagyu Masataka moved nimbly, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, circling around Hankawa slowly, looking for the opportunity to kill him with a single blow.

He never underestimates any opponent, especially not one in such a fleeting duel.

This isn't a kendo competition where you score points by hitting your opponent's vitals; a single, casual strike can come at a terrible cost.

His gaze was fixed on Han Chuan You's throat and chest, the two most fatal points in swordsmanship. He wanted to kill him with a single blow, giving no one in the audience a chance to react.

However, Han Chuanyou simply stood there casually, his long sword pointing diagonally at the ground, his posture relaxed and his breathing steady.

A nameless fire surged in Yagyu Masataka's heart. This attitude of not taking him seriously was more humiliating than any words.

"Insanity!"

He gave a low shout and made the first move.

He stomped forward with a sudden step, his foot landing on the ground with a muffled thud. The blade flashed like lightning, aiming straight for Han Chuanyou's throat.

This sword strike was as fast as the wind; it was the fastest strike he had honed over decades, and it had been used to win many kendo tournaments.

Han Chuanyou did not retreat. He instantly turned to the side, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed it once.

As the blade flashed, Yagyu Masataka's pupils contracted sharply.

How can I not see that knife?! What kind of speed is that?!

The moment the two blades clashed, there was no loud metallic clang as expected; instead, there was a "clink" sound, like the sound of porcelain shattering.

Masataka Yagyu's pupils shrank suddenly.

The katana in his hand had broken.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror. Half of the blade spun into the air before crashing to the ground with a thud, bouncing twice before coming to a stop.

The knife in Han Chuanyou's hand was pointed directly at his throat, the blade reflecting his horrified and distorted face.

On both sides of the temple, many people stood up in surprise.

"How could this be... I lost..."

"Yagyu Masataka murmured, looking incredulously at the remaining half of the sword in his hand."

This is a famous sword that he commissioned a master craftsman to forge over several months before finally obtaining it.

How could it be cut off so easily?

Just then, an invisible pressure surged out from Han Chuan You like a giant wave.

It was as heavy as a mountain and as cold as an abyss, making it difficult to even breathe.

Yagyu Masataka's body began to tremble, and his knees involuntarily bent. He wanted to straighten his back and maintain the dignity of a seventh-dan kendo master, but the force felt like an immense burden, pressing down on his back and deep into his soul.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and spreading into a small water stain.

"thump."

He knelt down, and half of the knife slipped from his hand and rolled to the side.

Han Chuanyou looked down at him from his high position and sheathed his sword.

He bent down, picked up the broken knife, and threw it in front of him.

"This is what you just said, commit seppuku. Everyone is waiting for you. Don't bring shame to the Yagyu family."

Upon hearing this, Yagyu Masataka looked up in terror, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He didn't want to die...

Chapter 164 Execution, Creating an Accident

Yagyu Yosuke was stunned, his legs crossed, his mind reeling from the shock of Yagyu Masataka's sudden defeat.

As the elder brother with a seventh-dan kendo skill, he was no match for that young man.

He gave a look to the guards around him and got up from his chair.

"Han Chuan Sang, one should be lenient when possible. My elder brother has already lost. We live in a society governed by law. Your behavior of driving someone to suicide is probably unacceptable."

Han Chuanyou turned to look at him, his gaze indifferent:

"You say you should show mercy when you can? I can spare this old dog's life, but you have to fight me. It's a fight to the death. If you win, this old dog will live; if you lose, you'll both die."

Yagyu Yosuke was surprised that the boy was suddenly so easy to talk to, but when he heard what he said next, his face immediately darkened.

The guards behind him stepped forward in unison, ready to take action.

The guards from the main branch were not to be outdone, and some of them drew their long swords directly from their waists.

"enough."

Yagyu Satoru looked at Hankawa Yu, his aged eyes full of admiration. Hankawa Yu was one of the few remaining eighth-dan swordsmen in Japan, and even he could barely make out the trajectory of that slash.

If he were younger, he might have managed to escape unscathed, but it certainly wouldn't have been easy.

This young man is simply a prodigy in swordsmanship. If he hadn't died prematurely, he would definitely have had the ability to lead the Yagyu family to a higher level.

He looked at Yagyu Masataka kneeling on the ground and sighed:

"Masataka, do it yourself. Don't tarnish the reputation of the Yagyu family."

Yagyu Masataka raised his head, his expression ashen: "Elder, I don't want to die. I am willing to leave the Yagyu family."

He is the head of the largest branch of the Yagyu family. He is in his prime and has the potential to reach the eighth dan in swordsmanship. He hasn't enjoyed his life enough yet, so how could he be willing to die like this?

What kind of bullshit Bushido is he? In his eyes, living is the most important thing.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Yagyu Satoru's eyes instantly turned cold; he was very disappointed in Yagyu Satoru's cowardly behavior.

But rules are rules, he sighed again, turned to Yagyu Masako, and his tone returned to calm:

"Masako, it's your decision."

"Yu-kun..."

Masako Yagyu's beautiful eyes fell on the boy, and she subconsciously asked for his opinion, but hesitated to speak.

Han Chuanyou met her gaze, nodded, his eyes calm yet firm, conveying a message to her.

Now is not the time for indecisiveness. As the head of the family, this is a good opportunity to establish authority, to make an example of one to deter others, so that the other branches will never dare to have any disloyal thoughts again.

Masako Yagyu, who is "very good" at perceiving other people's thoughts, finally understood that look correctly.

She took a deep breath and then slowly nodded.

In an instant, the hesitation in her eyes vanished, replaced by a resolute expression.

"Masataka, do it yourself. Don't make me find someone to do it myself."

"Master! I was wrong!" Seeing the situation was turning bad, Yagyu Masataka staggered to his feet and tried to rush to Yagyu Masako to kowtow and beg for forgiveness. "I shouldn't have coveted the power of the main branch! I will never do it again! My crime doesn't deserve to die!"

Han Chuan You kicked him to the ground.

"Give me a sigh!"

He activated the Soul Control Gu, and Yagyu Masataka suddenly found that his body was suddenly no longer under his control.

What's going on?! At this moment, his inner thoughts and expression were completely opposite.

He looked dejected, as if he had truly resigned himself to his fate: "Fine... I'll do it myself."

"elder brother!"

Yagyu Yosuke was somewhat incredulous.

Yagyu Masataka ignored his younger brother and tremblingly picked up the broken sword from the ground.

He didn't want to die; his mind was in turmoil.

What on earth is going on? Why is my body completely out of my control? That boy is definitely not right!

But his arm was no longer under his control.

He gripped the broken knife in reverse, pointing the tip at his abdomen.

This was not unprecedented in the history of the Yagyu family. Seppuku was the last vestige of dignity for a samurai, but witnessing such a tragic self-determination was a first for Yagyu Masako.

Her face paled slightly, but she didn't look away. Yagyu Genne did the same. She raised her hand to cover her sister's eyes, her lips pressed tightly together, staring at the figure kneeling on the ground.

Finally, Yagyu Masataka forcefully stabbed himself in the abdomen.

The first cut wasn't sharp enough to completely pierce the abdominal cavity, but it still managed to push it in.

The sticky, tearing sound of flesh being ripped open was particularly jarring in the dojo.

Pain!

Yagyu Masataka's face was contorted, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, but couldn't stop what he was doing. He gripped the hilt of the knife with his other hand and pulled hard.

The broken blade finally pierced through his abdomen, and blood gushed out instantly from the blade, dripping onto the ground and staining it red.

"Ugh!!"

A tearing pain shot through his internal organs, his whole body trembled, sweat and blood mingled together, and with a violent twist of his wrist, his internal organs were crushed.

The dojo was completely silent. The sound of dripping blood was particularly jarring, mixed with Yagyu Masataka's increasingly weak wails.

Yagyu Satoru turned his head, his aged voice tinged with weariness, yet he still hadn't forgotten to test the boy before him:

"Han Chuan-kun... help him end his suffering and give him some dignity."

"Me?" Hanchuan You looked at Yagyu Satoru, feigning disbelief.

Yagyu Satoru nodded.

Han Chuanyou then took a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision.

He slowly walked up to Yagyu Masataka, his movement of drawing his sword showing some hesitation. After a moment's pause, his eyes regained their firmness.

The blade flashed.

It was decisive and efficient.

Yagyu Masataka's neck snapped instantly, his head fell to the ground, and with a splatter of blood, his artery spewed out a spray of blood before his body collapsed completely.

[You have slain a demonic sword cultivator and obtained a mid-grade Xuan-level magic weapon—Flying Sword Shadow, 50 mid-grade spirit stones, and 8 Spirit Gathering Pills.]

The abundance of the loot surprised him; the quality of the items dropped by the mini-boss was truly excellent.

Han Chuan You took the white cloth handed to him by the guard and slowly wiped away the bloodstains that were not on the blade. Then, he sheathed his sword, walked up to Yagyu Masako, his face pale, as if he had just ended someone's life and was still unable to accept it.

"Aunt Masako, the rest is up to you."

"Um……"

Masako Yagyu took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the bloodstains from his cheek, a hint of pity flashing in her beautiful eyes.