Chapter 256: You Guessed Right

"You guessed right, but it’s not accurate." Kawasaki Heishiro said indifferently: "The Kawasaki Heishiro of five hundred years ago did not have any disciples."

This statement, once spoken, was enough to make anyone’s eyes pop out in shock!

Five hundred years ago, Japan was still in the Warring States period!

"I think I can guess why you want to help me, and why you want to kill Kawada Hiromu." Kuchiki Senya’s eyes glinted sharply: "But... why are you betraying your ancestors?"

"The Kawasaki family are Japanese samurai; there is nothing wrong with that," Kawasaki Heishiro said. "Besides, isn't your Kuchiki family also coveting Japan’s secret weapon?"

This sentence made Kuchiki Senya fall silent.

Indeed, the reason the Kawasaki family possessed their current strength had a lot to do with that secret weapon, but very few people knew about this matter.

"I advise you not to interfere in this matter, otherwise, you will suffer. We are not enemies," Kuchiki Senya said.

"It is a pity that I cannot agree to your request," Kawasaki Heishiro said.

"Then..." Hearing this, a ruthless glint appeared in Kuchiki Senya’s eyes: "I have no choice but to send you to meet your family."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, his figure soared into the air, and the samurai longsword in his hand slashed down violently!

Swish!

The blade’s aura tore through the air, descending straight toward Kawasaki Heishiro’s head!

However, at that very moment, Kawasaki Heishiro suddenly shifted three feet to the side!

At the same time, he planted his feet on the ground, and the Tang Dao in his right hand swung out abruptly, heading straight for Kuchiki Senya’s neck!

The two samurai longswords crossed in an instant!

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing exploded!

Kawasaki Heishiro retreated half a step; his left arm went numb, the web between his thumb and index finger split open, and blood immediately stained the hilt red!

"Kuchiki Senya, it seems that after all these years, your swordsmanship hasn't regressed in the slightest," Kawasaki Heishiro said, squinting his eyes.

"I have never regressed." Kuchiki Senya’s tone was icy. He looked at the man before him, the wariness in his gaze becoming even more pronounced.

This was because he could not determine at all whether this Kawasaki Heishiro was using his full strength!

"I know what you are worried about, but let me tell you, if you cannot finish me off in this state, then you will never be able to leave here alive today!"

This man looked at Kuchiki Senya, a clear look of contempt and mockery appearing in the depths of his eyes, and then he said: "This is a battlefield belonging to the Divine Shinobi; you have no qualifications to set foot here at all!"

Upon hearing this, Kuchiki Senya let out a cold snort, and then, he suddenly drew two samurai longswords from his waist!

This was a weapon similar to the "Eight-Headed Serpent"; the scabbard had the appearance of white bone, and the tip of the blade was shaped like ferocious wolf fangs, looking eerie and terrifying.

In Japan, the samurai sword is the symbol of all honor, and the vast majority of ordinary Japanese citizens believe that their national treasure, the samurai sword, is Japan’s most precious cultural relic.

And there are a total of eight such samurai swords in this world, distributed in the eight corners of Japan.

And the Kuchiki family is the family responsible for safeguarding these eight samurai swords!

From this, one can see how noble Kuchiki Senya’s status and position are!

Once Kuchiki Senya drew the samurai longswords, the surrounding air seemed to have frozen solid.

The distance between the two of them was not far; close-quarters combat would happen in an instant, and Kawasaki Heishiro’s figure suddenly moved.

The longsword in his hand was like a lightning strike!

Swish!

The speed of Kawasaki Heishiro and Kuchiki Senya was fast to the extreme; the naked eye seemed unable to capture their figures!

The two longswords collided! The clanging sounds were incessant, and intense sparks splattered and danced all over the sky!

The figures of these two people intertwined into afterimages, making it impossible for anyone to see them clearly!

Moreover, this fierce battle lasted less than half a minute before Kawasaki Heishiro was forced to retreat several meters, only then stabilizing his body!

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Kuchiki Senya, is this your true strength? You really have hidden it very deep."

"Haven't you just experienced what my strength is like?"

Kuchiki Senya sneered: "Kawasaki Heishiro, if you can leave my Kuchiki family’s old residence safely this time, that would be a miracle."

"I hope for that as well." Kawasaki Heishiro’s face was filled with gravity.

"I don't like fighting battles I'm not sure of. I’ll give you ten minutes to prepare. After ten minutes, we shall decide the victor," Kuchiki Senya said.

He paused for a moment, then added: "If you lose, you must remain in Japan forever."

"If you lose, the Kuchiki family will be annihilated from this day on," Kawasaki Heishiro said.

"I don't believe I will lose." Kuchiki Senya shook his head, "In this life, no one can beat me."

After speaking, he returned his longsword to its scabbard and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

"Kawasaki Heishiro, you are not worthy of being a Japanese person!" Kuchiki Senya’s voice drifted through the night.

After Kuchiki Senya disappeared, this Kawasaki Heishiro still stood in place, quietly pondering what Kuchiki Senya’s words meant.

Kawasaki Heishiro did not choose to run away.

Although his opponent was strong, he had confidence in winning.

His goal had actually always been that box.

That was where the most valuable treasure was kept, and that box was inside Kuchiki Senya’s room!

As long as he seized this box, even if he died, it would be enough to make a name for himself!

Kawasaki Heishiro looked at the tightly closed door and suddenly felt his heart pounding wildly!

His breathing also became increasingly rapid!

In his mind, he already envisioned the scenes described by those Japanese swordsmen, each one majestic and brimming with murderous intent!

This Kawasaki Heishiro knew that in the eyes of those Japanese swordsmen, he and they were like mere rabble!

At this moment, Kawasaki Heishiro was already feeling his blood boil...

He knew that he had finally taken the most important step.

"I cannot miss this opportunity," Kawasaki Heishiro said: "However, even if I seize those weapons, I might not be able to take the box away."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at a patch of woods; in the darkness, two figures seemed to be faintly flickering, as if they were watching Kawasaki Heishiro.

Kawasaki Heishiro frowned slightly.

In Japan, besides Kuchiki Senya and Kawasaki Heishiro, there was another group of people lurking. As for the specific origins of these people, Kawasaki Heishiro did not know, but he knew that the existence of this group would seriously threaten his life!

The number of these people was not small, and every one of them was a martial artist-level expert, perhaps even... stronger than Kawasaki Heishiro!

"It seems that this Japan still has secrets I don't understand."

— Author's Notes —

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