Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

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However, Makoto Haramura cannot be judged in the same way as normal people.

(Abandon thinking and let the body's instincts guide your actions.)

Just as Xijing Ningyin once told him, in close combat, thinking before acting will always be a step too slow.

It was at this very moment.

Haramura Makoto's mind was blank. He simply took a step forward, and the instant the four snake swords struck him, his hand rose up without warning.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang——"

Four slow, belated sword cries rang out, and the four sword strikes were undoubtedly deflected.

"So, this is all your spirit dress is like?"

"It's become so monotonous that it's starting to bore me."

At that very moment, a murderous glint flashed in Makoto Haramura's pupils, and immense magical power surged around him.

He is now fully in battle mode.

"However, it is only polite to reciprocate. Since you have shown me everything, I will show you the results of my recent cultivation."

The moment he was enveloped by that chilling aura, Kurashiki Kurato even felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

Immediately afterwards——

A fleeting moment before Kurashiki Kurō's eyes.

His intuition for close combat, honed through years of immersing himself in the cross-disciplinary realm of swordsmen, sent him a frantic warning.

The next second.

"Chong-"

Haramura Makoto's figure seemed to have suddenly teleported, appearing directly in front of Kurashiki Kurato and slashing down heavily with one hand.

With the help of his lightning-fast reflexes, Kurashiki Kurato directly blocked Haramura Makoto's attack.

The dark muzzle suddenly appeared from the left side of the sword, and with the pull of the trigger, three bullets were fired.

Extremely close distance, within two meters.

"With bullets traveling at such close range, who are you looking down on?"

Kurashiki Kurama's brow furrowed with veins, and he shouted loudly.

The bone sword extended once more at a terrifying speed, and with three crisp impact sounds, it wrapped around him in a serpentine coil.

A spear is faster than seven paces away; a swordsman is faster than seven paces away.

This has become a kind of rule; top-tier swordsmen who can master cross-disciplinary skills can do this with ease.

Although Kurashiki Kurato was not a top-tier swordsman, he could do this with ease thanks to his reflexes.

"The transitions between gun-fu techniques are still not very good."

Haramura Makoto's gaze sharpened, and he leaped into the air, dodging the snake's bite while simultaneously unleashing a barrage of five magic bullets from the gun.

"what--"

The bullet, enhanced by Makoto Haramura's time-manipulation ability, was even faster than the one fired at extremely close range earlier.

Kurashiki Kurato, however, grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"Let me show you my ultimate sword-wielding technique."

"——Yamata no Orochi!"

An extreme danger emanated directly from Kurashiki Kurato; in that instant, it seemed as if even the air itself was shaken by that demonic energy.

Behind Kurashiki Kurato were eight ferocious snake heads.

It splits its body into eight heads, its serpentine form spreading through the air, its gray, blood-red maw wide open, its crimson eyes glaring, just like the Yamata no Orochi, a monster from Japanese mythology.

With a slight twitch of his wrist, Kurashiki Kurō's five constantly swaying snake heads suddenly moved.

"puff--"

It sounded like bullets hitting water and being enveloped by something; all the bullets fired by Makoto Haramura were swallowed by the snake's head.

"The eight consecutive sword strikes made my eyes feel like they couldn't keep up with the speed of the sword swings."

"A bland move."

With a step forward of his left foot, Makoto Haramura's waist sank.

The gun in his hand disappeared, and the posture of holding the sword with one hand changed to holding it with both hands.

"By now, the outcome is pretty clear, isn't it?"

"Your sword-wielding ability is no longer effective against me, and I can't even use my sword-wielding ability now."

"So, I'll end you with this sword technique that I just created last night."

Kurashiki Kurama's hair stood on end, and adhering to the principle of seizing the initiative, he sprang into action instantly.

The eight tongues of the Yamata no Orochi instantly began to dance, and under his control, they rapidly attacked Haramura Makoto.

then……

"Secret Sword——"

In an instant, Makoto Haramura's aura changed abruptly, becoming as sharp and piercing as a blade.

The longsword traced a sharp trajectory like a butterfly in flight, turning into a flurry of flashes of light, and then, as if it had split apart, launched slashes from three directions.

There was clearly only one knife, but it split into three in an instant.

(This is an illusion, no, that's not right, this is definitely not an afterimage.)

(This is not just swordsmanship, but a combination of swordsmanship and supernatural abilities.)

"——Yan Fan!"

At that moment, Makoto Haramura shouted out the name of the move.

The sense of danger was pushed to its limit in that instant.

--Danger!

The experience he had accumulated from countless battles with other swordsmen, or perhaps his sixth sense that struck straight to the soul, were all telling him this.

Extremely dangerous.

The snake heads, which had been separated and scattered in a ferocious manner, instantly gathered together, intertwined and twisted into a rope-like shape, which then turned into a drill and rammed directly into Haramura Makoto.

"Break through it for me."

This is a cry from the heart, a cry that strikes straight to the soul.

Magic was poured into Kurashiki Kurato's spirit dress as if it were free.

Kurashiki Kurato knew this very well.

This was not an attack that could be dodged. No matter how fast his reflexes were or how strong his intuition was, this sword was something he could not dodge.

For no reason at all, that's just how he felt.

Therefore, he chose to confront the opponent head-on, combining eight full-force sword swings, confident that he could directly break through the opponent's sword technique.

"A waste of effort."

With that soft sigh, the pale sword light and Makoto Haramura's figure vanished abruptly.

Kurashiki Kurato had no idea what was going on.

All three slashes landed squarely on Kurashiki Kurato, severing his school uniform and tearing through his flesh.

Blood splattered everywhere!

"Big Brother!!"

The underlings sitting to the side immediately stood up and shouted in astonishment.

"puff--"

His body crashed heavily to the ground, and Kurashiki Kurato coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"The victory has been decided."

With a gentle flick of his wrist, Makoto Haramura removed the spiritual armor from his hand, the blade of which was spotless.

"I spared your life, be grateful for the current system, you scum."

Haramura Makoto looked indifferently at Kurashiki Kurato, who was still coughing up blood.

The three cuts just now slashed his chest, side abdomen, and thigh respectively, and the cuts were not deep, so it only looked terrible. In reality, it was not a serious injury for the swordsman.

Even with this kind of injury, as long as you are moved into the treatment ward, stay for a while, and stay in the hospital for another day, you can be discharged.

To be honest.

According to Haramura Makoto's habits, if this kind of trash falls into his hands in Academy City, it basically means he won't see the sun rise tomorrow.

But there was nothing I could do.

This world is very tolerant of those who wield weapons. Even terrorists are given a chance to reform. The behavior of someone like Kurashiki Kurato, who is just a thug, is not even considered provocation. At most, he will receive a verbal warning.

Therefore, Makoto Haramura should exercise some restraint when making his move.

Otherwise, what good would it do if those three slashes were aimed at Kurashiki Kurama's neck and head?

"cough--"

Another mouthful of bright red blood spurted from Kurashiki Kurama's mouth, and with the blood constantly seeping from his wounds, the ground where he was sitting was now almost forming a pool of blood.

"Space...Sword...Technique?"

It was only four short words, but Kurashiki Kurato found it very difficult to say them.

There's nothing he can do. He's forcing himself to stay conscious, all thanks to his strong will. With so much bleeding, it would be difficult to stay awake even if his injuries weren't so severe.

"Well, that's pretty much it."

"Take your boss and get out of here. If you dawdle any longer, the recovery time will be much longer than this."

Perhaps it was because the boss had been defeated at that moment, or perhaps it was because Makoto Haramura's aura was too intimidating.

The thugs didn't dare to make any moves. They carefully put the satisfied and unconscious Kurashiki Kurato into the ambulance and then quickly left.

"Alright, senior, this dojo is back in your hands now."

Upon hearing Makoto Haramura's words, Ayatsuji Junse was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her head and looked around at the familiar yet slightly changed scenery. Memories of the past kept flooding back, and glistening tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Um... thank you, Haramura-kun."

Although she cried, these were tears of joy.

"It's nothing, just a reasonable transaction. I'll come to visit again after your father recovers."

……

On his way home, feeling the burning gaze that seemed to scorch him, Makoto Haramura felt a chill run down his spine.

Goosebumps rose all over my body.

"Ask whatever you want, Ikki."

"I feel a little disgusted by the way you're looking at me."

Makoto Haramura rolled his eyes at Ikki Kurogane, who was deep in thought.

It would feel quite nice to be stared at like that by Stella, but being stared at like that by a grown man only made him feel disgusted.

"Hey, is this okay?"

"Keeping sword techniques secret is very important to a swordsman, isn't it?"