The all-powerful middle schooler

Where should you go into seclusion?

"I don't know where the head of the family went either."

She asked the household servants but got no answer.

Originally anxious, she calmed down and sat quietly by Yuan's side every day, her sword heart becoming clearer.

She suddenly had a premonition that her next meeting with her father would not end well.

And so, in the blowing cold wind, under the desolate night.

One night, the gate of the old house was pushed open.

"Yako, are you still sitting outside so late?"

Masao Busujima casually closed the door, then looked to the side with slight surprise.

"Father, you're finally back."

The crescent moon shone upon her, half of Saeko Busujima's body bathed in moonlight, the other half shrouded in darkness. The moment she opened her eyes, her sharp gaze was even more piercing than the cold moonlight.

"Yako, is there something you want to say to me?"

As a seasoned veteran, Masao Busujima keenly sensed the change in atmosphere and stood quietly in place.

"Hey……"

The sighs could be clearly heard in the quiet courtyard.

“Father, do you know? The smell of blood on you is much stronger than the last time we met. Even I, sitting here, can smell it. There's even blood from not long ago... not just animal blood, there must be a lot more…”

At this point, Saeko Busujima stopped and fell silent.

"Oh? Yako, when did your sense of smell become so good? I've already washed myself clean and even changed my clothes."

What surprised Masao Busujima was his daughter's keen insight, rather than a certain fact that had been exposed.

You should know that his sensitivity to blood and qi is now quite high; even he didn't feel it, but his daughter did.

Could it be a sense beyond the five senses?

"That kind of thing is not important at all. What's important is what you're doing in secret, Father! Why can you be so indifferent to it!"

Saeko Busujima stood up angrily, her eyebrows furrowed, and her mature and sexy voice became somewhat hoarse.

"What are you talking about, Yako? Are you going to break ties with your father over something like this?"

"Bukushima Masao said with a strange expression."

"To avoid any misunderstanding, Father, let me confirm first... were all those who died at your hands evil people?"

"Who knows? I have no interest in distinguishing between good and bad. I'll kill whoever I want."

This answer shattered her last remaining illusions.

“I say, Yako, why do you care so much about other people’s lives? Yako, you’re clearly born with a bloodlust for killing. I can see that you feel very happy and excited when you hit others. Didn’t you beat someone half to death in self-defense before…”

Masao Busujima's expression was indifferent yet disdainful.

"Stop talking!"

This sentence touched her soul, revealing a dark side buried deep within Saeko Busujima's heart that she had always refused to acknowledge.

But the girl who lost her composure quickly regained her composure.

"Huh, they recovered from their wavering so quickly?"

Masao Busujima, who thought he knew his daughter well, was very surprised.

"Because you have never truly understood me, Father."

Saeko Busujima slowly drew the long sword from her left side, the moonlight reflecting on her face, her gaze even more desolate than the moonlight itself.

She changed the moment she met that man.

Her violent tendencies had long since become controllable with the improvement of her swordsmanship, and she was no longer afraid of her instincts.

"Very well! Are you going to use a knife on me? What an unfilial daughter you are."

As Busujima Masao mocked, he drew the famous sword passed down through the Busujima family, his expression growing cold.

"This time, it's not a friendly spar, it's a real fight, and I won't hold back."

"I do not know either."

Saeko Busujima responded coldly.

Today, she will use this knife to sever this kinship that is not worth cherishing and may never have existed.

6

Chapter 6: Falling flowers and plucked leaves can all cause injury.

His heart gradually cooled, but his grip on the sword tightened even more.

Saeko Busujima lowered her body slightly, and her first move upon drawing her sword was the first of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords"—

"Jianyi!"

She had practiced the Thirteen Deadly Swords technique countless times, and after receiving guidance from Yu Segawa, she had mastered the starting stance to a very high degree over the past few months.

The first one is the initial one, and the movements are simple and clear. The sharpness of its sword style is in no way inferior to other sword styles.

"Ghost Sword Technique: Sword Thrust".

As Busujima Masao looked at the oncoming slash, the blade's hidden sharpness held back, he straightened up slightly and used his self-created swordsmanship, stomping one foot on the ground, his body and the sword seemingly becoming one, to intercept the attack.

Speed ​​against speed!

"Stab!"

The two were moving at almost the same speed, and the tips of their blades collided in the next second, scattering brilliant sparks.

As the distance closed, their expressions became clearly visible: one indifferent, the other cold.

Both sides applied force to the sword's edge again, and each was forced back several steps.

"Sword Seven!"

Saeko Busujima held the sword horizontally with her right hand and blocked her chest with her left hand, then slashed down, a sharp sword aura shooting out from the blade.

"boom!"

Masao Busujima blocked with his sword, and the sword energy striking the blade produced a crisp, metallic sound.

"What brutal swordsmanship! It emits such sharp sword energy... Is this the swordsmanship you learned from that man? But it seems to be nothing special."

He said slowly.

It is always the person who is strong, not the swordsmanship.

Saeko Busujima certainly understood this principle, but for her personally, she was indeed more suited to this sword technique.

and……

"It's not over yet."

"Sword Five."

"Sword Ten".

Kenpachi.

The girl unleashed a barrage of attacks, her sword energy crisscrossing the air. Even a master of the Poison Island School felt the pressure and cautiously adopted a defensive stance.

After ten rounds of fighting.

"call."

"Can't I still do it now?"

Saeko Busujima took a deep breath and looked at her father, who wasn't even hurt, feeling somewhat disheartened.

“Incredible, truly incredible… It is indeed a powerful swordsmanship. You, Yako, have mastered it very well. If it were the old me, I might have lost. But Yako, can’t your father become stronger? Hahaha…”

Masao Busujima praised him verbally, waved his hand, and the soreness in his hand quickly disappeared. He then laughed loudly several times.

After obtaining the Killing Stone, his physical abilities became stronger again, and even his regenerative abilities were greatly enhanced.

He even had a feeling that if he continued to improve like this, his vitality would soon reach a terrifying level.

Compared to that, the barely superb swordsmanship is really too bad, and can only be used as a foil in the future.

"Father, you are ill."

Saeko Busujima looked at the slightly deranged appearance of the person in front of her and said coldly.

"Where am I sick? I'm perfectly fine... Come on! One last strike to settle our score."

Masao Busujima raised his arm, his sword pointing straight at him.

"it is good."

As Saeko Busujima, panting heavily, gradually calmed down, her eyes becoming exceptionally focused. Forgetting her physical exhaustion and clearing her mind of all distractions, she was solely focused on delivering the next strike.

"Sword Thirteen!"

The destructive force that brought about the end—at this very moment, her spirit and energy surged to their peak once more, and she even faintly saw the fourteenth transformation to come.

"Ok?"

Wu Dushima Masao's expression changed, and he no longer held back. The power generated by the Killing Stone overlapped with his own spiritual power, revealing a faint blood-red glow.

"The Ghost Sword Technique is unpredictable and beyond human comprehension."

At that moment, he unleashed the most powerful sword strike of his life.

Both sword styles pursue change; at the moment the swords meet, several clanging sounds flash by, and the sword energies collide and annihilate each other.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight.

"Hey."

Saeko Busujima lay on the ground, her clothes stained red with blood, her hair disheveled with sweat, and her pale, beautiful face looking utterly tragic.

In the end, Masao Busujima was one step ahead, delivering a diagonal slash that landed on her.

"Yako, you have one last choice: come with me and become my right-hand woman, or else..."

Masao Busujima lowered his gaze and said in a cold voice.

The girl lying on the ground simply closed her eyes silently.

"Is this your choice? Then..."

"Farewell, Yako."

Just as he raised his butcher's knife to end it all, a streak of light suddenly shot in, closing in on him in an instant, captivating his entire being.

At that moment, he felt a crisis he had never experienced before in his life, which sent chills down his spine.

Surprisingly, the murderous intent that had been gripping him and his mind quickly dissipated.

"Execute him!"

Masao Busujima's blood boiled rapidly, and his heartbeat, stimulated by the Sesshoseki, exceeded its usual speed by several times. He gripped the blade tightly with both hands and slashed at the streak of light that suddenly appeared before him.

The forces clashed violently, and after a few seconds of stalemate, the surrounding light scattered, revealing the true form of the light as it drifted down.

"It's just a leaf!?"

Masao Busujima, whose arm was numb from the shock, picked up the leaves from the ground and immediately recognized them as leaves from a tree that grew in his own yard. He was horrified.

Just a moment ago, he clearly felt that what was being shot at him was more like a sword—a Hundred-Step Flying Sword!

"Such a level of swordsmanship."

He admired him greatly, but was also filled with apprehension.

It was just a leaf, and he couldn't even see where the person was, yet it put so much pressure on him.

If it's a head-on confrontation, the outcome... is hard to say.

"Who is it? The Sword Saint? No... it's him!"

As Busujima Masao paced back and forth in thought, he couldn't help but recall his conversation with that man, whose statement that "all things in heaven and earth are swords" left a deep impression on him.