Chapter 270: Fantasy Sakura! Thousand-Blade Flower. Kill all the crows in the three thousand worlds! (Part 2)

Chiyoda Ward, outside the street police station.

A little blond girl stopped and glanced carefully at the brightly lit police station. With a serious and childish voice on her face, she said to the two confused and scared little boys following her:

"Remember what Big Brother said, when you see the police, tell us that we are lost. Don't say anything about what just happened, otherwise it will bring bad experiences to us."

After hearing the words of the blond girl Nova, a little boy nodded quickly.

The other one muttered hesitantly, "But...but the eldest brother killed someone, just in case he is a bad person."

"nonsense!"

The blond girl Nova interrupted the little boy angrily, "Didn't you hear what that woman said? Those guys. Those want to eat our brains!"

As soon as he heard this, the little boy thought of that scene, and his face turned pale and he couldn't say a word.

The little blond girl Nova still had something to say: Even if Higashinohara is really a bad person.

But for them tonight,

For her,

He couldn't be a better person.

Three 11-year-old children walked up to the glass door of the street police station. Before they could knock on the door, an old policeman who was on duty at night discovered them inside.

The old policeman kindly opened the door and let them in. He also got candy and poured some hot drinks for everyone.

"Are you separated from your parents?" the old policeman asked in a gentle tone.

"Uh-huh."

The two little boys nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

The little blond girl Nova opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but when she turned her head and accidentally caught a glimpse of the NHK news broadcast on the wall of the reception room, she couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

In the TV picture, most of the huge Prime Minister's residence on the lawn has collapsed into ruins. Flames are burning on the ruins. There are signs of burning, explosions and battles everywhere.

Some men wearing navy blue windbreakers were busy bending down to remove the collapsed concrete stones and chandeliers and other building materials on the periphery, trying to save those survivors who were still alive.

It's a pity that most of the time, what they brought out were charred corpses stained with black blood, which may have been just one step away from death. This scene looked inexplicably desolate and sad under the long lens of live TV.

"Damn old bastard."

The old policeman may have lived long enough, and his cloudy eyes have seen too many things and experienced too many changes of prime ministers, so it is difficult to be blinded by the appearance of some things.

He only believed what he saw.

Tonight, in the prime minister's official residence on the green lawn that the old policeman has never set foot in in his life, and is not qualified to set foot in, the prime minister invites a distinguished guest from Beijing - the so-called kind-hearted person who is willing to help Wano.

The old man who made his voice heard at the "World Conference".

Just now, he unleashed his power unscrupulously and without regard for everyone's lives, destroying the mansion where the highest power of Wano Country gathered.

And the masked man who the Prime Minister said betrayed this country.

Even at the last moment of facing the enemy, he still used his sword to cut through countless falling steel and stone blocks and burning beams for the low-level waiters at dinner parties that no one cared about, and opened a difficult way to survive.

The old policeman muttered something to himself, sighed, turned his head and looked at the little blond girl at the end with a kind smile on his face, and asked gently:

"Little girl, where is your home?"

"I don't have a home."

"Ah? Where do you live then?"

"I live in a shelter."

"Oh! The Edogawa shelter in the next district seems to have reported a missing little girl a few days ago. You are not from there, are you? Don't worry, we will arrange for someone to send a car to take you back soon."

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Hearing the old policeman's kind and reassuring words, the two little boys breathed a sigh of relief. The little blond girl Nova at the side was not too relieved. Her delicate little face was nervously staring at the tragic live broadcast on the TV.

That big brother. Is he okay?

In Chiyoda District, a fire is burning on a very vast lawn tonight.

In the area outside the Prime Minister's residence that had not yet collapsed, Tsukada Masaru, the captain of the First Division of the Third Investigation Team, waited until the terrifying cutting sound in his ears that almost tore his eardrums gradually subsided before he slowly put down the ears he had just covered.

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He looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and realized something clearly in his mind.

The prime minister is dead

The ninth-level heavenly being who went to Beijing.

Also dead.

All because of that masked man standing with two swords in hand,

And the ninja lying on the ground in a pool of blood not far away is Fuma Kotaro, the current leader of Fuma Ichido.

At this time, the solemn Prime Minister's Residence, which once symbolized the center of power in the country of Wano, was under the sudden and sharp impact of everything tonight. Except for the crumbling outer walls in the crackling firelight, the interior was already a shattered mess.

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"Ahem. Poof!"

On the ground not far away, Fuma Kotaro, who was pierced through the chest by a sword and had two fingers shattered by the old man Walker, was slumped against the wall and coughing out blood from the corner of his mouth.

At the moment when his heart was pierced by Old Man Walker's [Ten Forms of Holy Judgment. Sword of Direct Death], if it hadn't been for his unfolding of the fifteenth chapter [Reconstruction of Cause and Effect] that forcibly changed the position of his heart,

I'm afraid he has already met the same fate as that old man now.

And at that moment, why did he choose to trust the man who was wearing a mask and didn't even know who his true identity was? Throwing the Fuma clan's great sword [Mikazuki Munechika] to the other party?

Think about it carefully afterwards.

Fuma Kotaro himself didn't know why he made that decision at that moment.

Perhaps, he saw the shadow of a familiar man in the serious energy in the other party.

At this moment, Fuma Kotaro looked indifferently at the body of the old man Walker who fell under Higashinohara's sword in the firelight, and then looked at the headless body of Prime Minister Higashikata Higashi not far away.

He couldn't help but slowly closed his eyes, but the generous figure who always walked in front of him appeared in his mind.

Somewhere in his mind, Fuma Kotaro seemed to see the other person turning around and scratching his head, smiling cheerfully at him like he was a child, reaching out to pull him up.

"Sitting there can't change anything, Che! Come on! Let's change this country together in our own way."

Listening to the words in his ears, there was something that Fuma Kotaro had been hiding in his heart for all these years but had not spoken out.

Stupid brother.

In fact, I have been chasing your shadow.

we can

Let’s go together to change this country.

But now that the politician who betrayed your loyalty is dead, you can finally feel at ease.

Tsk-!

Without any warning, the burning beam above Fuma Kotaro suddenly spurted out a long stream of blue flames, began to break and loosen rapidly, and then suddenly fell straight down towards Fuma Kotaro who was slumped below.

, he was about to be engulfed in flames in the next second.

At this moment, Fuma Kotaro was still sitting quietly against the wall.

Being immersed in memories, he seemed not to notice the danger of falling from the sky above his head, and it seemed that the remaining strength in his body was no longer enough to support him to avoid it.

Feeling the strong burning sensation in his chest, Fuma Kotaro used his last remaining strength to take out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his windbreaker with slightly trembling hands.

Shaking slightly, he lowered his head and put a cigarette close to the cigarette case with bright purple lips full of blood. He then raised his head and leaned back, squinting slightly and looking at the beam of burning flames falling above his head.

A rolling heat wave is coming!

At the moment when the fire was about to devour him, his vision was suddenly filled with sharp and clear sword light!

Three lightning-fast sword lights instantly hit the burning beams. In an instant, a gorgeous scene like trees and silver flowers exploded above his head!

After the fire light dispersed, a tall man wearing a black guard uniform stood up with a knife, the blade of the knife was clinging to the flames of the broken wood when he chopped the beams.

Higashinohara stared at the man slumped on the ground in front of him, and in his mind was the man wearing a motorcycle suit who he killed in the alley in front of the shelter last time.

Even though one of their faces is kind and the other is cold, there is indeed a resemblance between their eyebrows that is hard to erase.

"You don't need to be in such a hurry to light the fire. Do you want help?" Higashinohara suddenly said.

Fuma Kotaro raised his head and glanced at Higashinohara who was wearing a mask, and his eyes fell on the bright sharp knife stained with broken wood and sparks in his hand.

He didn't say anything, there was no unnecessary expression on his face, his eyes were calm as usual, and he put his head under Higashinohara's blade so naturally.

The people of the Third Investigation Team who were on alert to surround this place, as well as the countless people watching this scene on live television across the country, couldn't help but have a flash of astonishment in their eyes, staring at this "killing at the neck" scene in front of them in great surprise.

Higashinohara laughed silently. In his hand, the blade of the [Big Chidori Jumonji], which was comparable to the length of an Odachi, was stained with flames and suddenly turned into a stream of fire. It slashed through the air towards Fuma Kotaro with a fierce and fierce slash.

The cigarette hanging sideways from his lips.

The sword flashed!
To be continued...