"Hey, don't sleep here!"

Genichiro felt his feet being kicked twice.

The noisy voice sounded again: "This is next to the emperor's palace. Foreign ambassadors often pass by, and beggars are absolutely not allowed!"

【beggar?】

【Are you talking about me?】

[Wait, am I escaping from hell? 】

Apparently, Genichiro regarded the fact that he had to watch Ashina being destroyed hundreds of times as punishment from hell.

【Sure enough, this is the human world again!】

Genichiro opened his eyes and found that he was surrounded by a bunch of strange people.

Yes, the strange shape was Genichiro's first impression.

First, he has never seen so many people gathered together, with men and women huddled in a big circle, pointing at him. In terms of the number of people gathered near him, it has exceeded the permanent residents of Ashina Castle.

The sum total of samurai, ninjas and maids.

Secondly, the stature of these people is much taller than that of Genichiro's common Ashinas. Although their appearance is still Japanese, their hair and eye colors are various, and their eyes are very big (a characteristic of Demon Slayer World)

).

Third, some of these people are dressed in Japanese clothing that can be easily seen at a glance. The patterns are more complicated and exquisite. But some people are wearing narrow black suits, and some women are actually wearing men's clothes.

【This is definitely not Ashina.】

"What is this place?"

Genichiro spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, but it was the voice of a child.

【Wait, this voice——】

However, before Genichiro had time to think about it, the policeman who had been standing next to him leaned down.

"You don't even know where this is, how dare you come here!"

It turned out that when the owner of the calligraphy supplies store opened the door in the morning, he found Genichiro leaning against the wall outside his shop. Genichiro had no shirt, and his bottoms were tattered and dirty. In addition, it was late autumn, and it was freezing at night.

A dead person, but Genichiro's body didn't move at all...

The boss was afraid that he was dead and did not dare to do anything, so he called the police.

So there was this scene before us.

The police looked a little annoyed. After all, there were many foreigners in the crowd. If what happened today were seen by foreign reporters, who knows what stories they would make up to slander them - "Japanese Children Sleeping on the Streets Outside the Imperial Palace at Night"

Home can be returned, but the Reform is actually the advancement of the country and the retreat of the people?"?

If something like this really happens, and the higher ups are blamed, their whole police department will have nothing to gain!

We need to get rid of this brat quickly!

【Who is this guy?】

[Why is he holding a black stick? Is it a weapon? 】

"Hey, dirty little devil, get up quickly and get out of here!"

Seeing that Genichiro was stunned and unresponsive, the policeman pulled out the baton from his waist angrily, trying to scare Genichiro, "Kojimachi is where the Imperial Palace and the National Assembly are located, and it is not a place for a wild dog like you! If you want to beg,

, just go to Asakusa and find some pilgrims who are willing to give alms! If that doesn’t work, you can work in a shop in Yoshiwara and you can still eat!”

As he said that, he made a gesture to poke his baton towards Genichiro.

With so many foreigners watching, of course he wouldn't really poke him, but this guy looked like he was refusing to leave, so scaring him might work.

The eyes of Genichiro, who had experienced many battles, instantly changed from doubtful to vigilant.

【He wants to attack me?】

Genichiro quickly turned his head, thrust out one hand, grabbed the policeman's wrist and pulled him forward, trying to pull him down.

This is what Genichiro predicted. Although he is not good at swordsmanship, he can often defeat the enemy with his strength.

However, the reality is that nothing happened.

Didn't pull.

Both he and the police were stunned.

【My strength?】

[No, why are my arms so thin?]

Genichiro looked at his dirty arms in surprise. They were as thin and weak as a child's.

The most important thing is that the black scorch marks on the arms caused by years of practicing the lightning drawing technique [Ba Zhi Lei] have actually disappeared?

[Wait, shouldn’t I——]

【Become a child now!】

Genichiro was extremely shocked.

However, this time, the police officer was furious: "How dare you resist?"

This is the 42nd year of Meiji (1909, three years before Tanjiro's family was exterminated), not 2021 AD.

For these lower-class Japanese people, the police are still a superior existence (at that time, most of the Japanese police were served by descendants of the samurai class, and the ratio to civilian police was about 130:7, I remember). And adults who feel useful,

My heart is full of contempt for these children who are not yet useful.

"How dare you resist an adult? I will teach you a lesson for your parents right now!"

With this shout on his lips, the policeman suddenly pulled his wrist out of Genichiro's hand, then clenched his baton and slammed it down.

Obviously, police officers in this era have not received training in emotion management.

All they know is that they have been offended in public, no one will look down upon them in the future, and it will be very difficult to enforce the law.

"Stop!" someone in the crowd screamed. Unexpectedly, the police would attack such a young child, many of whom were foreigners.

However, how could Genichiro, who had been fighting with Wei Mingzhong and Naifu Chibei all the time, be hit by such a "slow and leisurely" upper and lower chop? Even the inferior "one-word slash" that Kuro occasionally used in practice,

It’s much faster than this!

Genichiro quickly stood up from where he was, dodged another blow, and fished behind him naturally, as if he already knew there was something there.

A curved and slender Nodachi appeared in his hand!

[It’s my “Golden Steel Summoning Thunder”! 】

[Why is it here! Why do I know it is here? Why is there no sheath? 】

【It’s really heavy!】

Several thoughts flashed past in an instant, but Genichiro's movements were not hindered by his thoughts.

Since the body was unable to lift the sword, Genichiro quickly held the sword in both hands and thrust the sword into the policeman's boot just like Ashina Isshin dealt with Lord Tamura!

According to the anchor, pedicure master Genichiro Ashina is online.

Ordinary leather boots will of course end up being penetrated completely when they meet the diamond-iron thunder-calling thunder boots!

"laugh!"

Blood spilled from it!

"Ah!!!!" The screams came not only from the police, but also from the onlookers!

How could they have imagined that this young boy lying on the roadside, looking like a beggar, would actually be carrying such a sharp nodachi!

The Golden Steel Summoning Thunder is a weapon custom-made for Genichiro Ashina, and is second only to his Golden Steel Wandering Dragon in treasure.

In order to adapt to Genichiro's height of nearly two meters as an adult, this nodachi is a full meter and a half long (only thirty centimeters shorter than the wolf), which is half a meter longer than an ordinary katana.

And the current Genichiro is only that tall.

A child holding a sharp weapon that is the same height as himself is really very visually impactful.

Genichiro pulled out the knife with cold eyes. The policeman fell to the ground, then propped himself on the ground with his heels and hurriedly backed away until his back was pressed against the wall.

He covered his feet with fear in his eyes.

The next moment, Genichiro raised the knife with both hands and aimed it at his throat.

The police officer just looked at Genichiro and knew that he was no ordinary child.

That determined and cold look was really too terrifying.

Are there any families today that raise children like samurai?!

"Why did you attack me?" Genichiro asked, his tone cold. He never showed mercy to his enemies.

However, the Iron Summons were too heavy for him. In order to prevent the knife from shaking and weakening his momentum, Genichiro poked the tip of the knife against the wall for support. The cold blade was less than half a centimeter away from the policeman's neck.

The cold light shining on it is daunting.

"I'm a policeman! It's my job to drive away beggars!"
To be continued...