Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Stella, who usually couldn't take her eyes off of Haramura Makoto, was replying to him in a seemingly indifferent manner for perhaps the first time.

The old Japanese-style sliding door emitted a creaking sound as Haramura Makoto forcefully pulled it open.

Inside, Kurashiki Kurato was sitting cross-legged on the floor, just as one would imagine.

His underlings were sprawled around him in various poses, encircling Kurashiki Kurato.

"So, you didn't make me wait for nothing. It seems this rotten woman finally has some value."

The moment he saw Haramura Makoto and Kurogane Ikki, Kurashiki Kurato raised his head, a smirk forming on his lips, revealing the sharp, somewhat ferocious shark teeth within.

"Is the only thing you're good at running your mouth?"

"Why don't you show me with your strength, you piece of trash."

Stepping forward, shielding the oppressive aura emanating from Kurashiki Kurato, Haramura Makoto flashed a disdainful smile.

"Or what?"

"You, who love to intimidate with power and force others with violence, have now become a useless bum who only knows how to talk tough?"

From the moment he entered the room, with just a few words, the air inside instantly turned cold, enveloped in a heavy atmosphere.

"Hahaha..."

"Good, that's the spirit! That's exactly how it should be."

Kurashiki Kurato, instead of getting angry, laughed heartily, his voice so loud it could be heard outside the room.

He supported himself on his knees, slowly standing up.

"I have been talking a bit too much today. You're right, I only like to oppress others with violence."

"Then let's start now."

"I've been waiting impatiently for this."

Haramura Makoto's Rainy Moon, resting on his shoulder, naturally dropped to his waist as he assumed the stance he had been honing during this time.

"Sorry, Ikki!"

"Originally, it wouldn't have mattered if I left today's matter to you."

"But I've already made a promise, and reaping the benefits goes against my creed, it's not my style."

"So, I'll have to ask you to wait on the sidelines for a bit."

Kurogane Ikki gave a hearty laugh, standing in the corner with Stella, Kurogane Shizuku, and Ayatsuji Ayase.

"Promises are important. If you fail, I'll take over."

"Ikki, you're starting to crack some boring jokes now."

Kurashiki Kurato's underlings quickly cleared the trash in the dojo, leaving a space that was barely suitable for a match.

Haramura Makoto noticed Kurashiki Kurato's underlings taking out student handbooks, seemingly preparing to record the fight.

"Although you were confident when you spoke yesterday, it seems you were warned."

"You're being so formal today."

"Just dealing with that old man."

Kurashiki Kurato stopped about twenty meters away from Haramura Makoto, then turned around.

"Anyway, he can't do anything to punish me, can he?"

That's pretty much it.

The reason why Kurashiki Kurato dared to be so arrogant outside the academy, yet never feared punishment from within the school, was because although he was only a C-rank Knight, he was indeed the strongest student in the Tanro Academy's current class.

Last year, Tanro Academy managed to secure eighth place in the Seven Star Sword Art Festival thanks to Kurashiki Kurato.

Without Kurashiki Kurato, Tanro Academy would basically be finished.

"—Enemy Pursuit, Orochimaru!"

Kurashiki Kurato cracked open his mouth, revealing his ferocious shark teeth, lifted his left hand with a grim expression, and a large white bone katana instantly appeared in his hand.

It was a white bone blade with distinct joints, resembling real bones, with bone spurs protruding from each joint's gap. Just by its appearance, it was an extremely ferocious weapon.

"Now, let's begin the slaughter."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Kurashiki Kurato swung the white bone blade with his left hand, slashing towards Haramura Makoto with an unexpected speed.

This was not an illusion, but an attack that materialized the spirit armaments.

(However, it's a bit like Renji's Zabimaru from Bleach.)

Haramura Makoto's movements were not slow either.

As the sound of the blade cutting through the air approached, and the white bone blade aimed for his neck, Haramura Makoto's wrist was already flipping upwards.

"Clang—"

Haramura Makoto's Rainy Moon accurately caught the bone katana at the joint between the snake's head and the first bone segment.

Rendering Kurashiki Kurato's fierce attack futile.

(Which means.)

His attack was blocked, but the delighted smile on Kurashiki Kurato's face grew even wider.

"Drink—"

Kurashiki Kurato shouted loudly, shaking his wrist forcefully. The bone sword directly transformed its shape, and the snake's head embedded at the front end now vividly stretched out like a real snake, extending a distance and continuing to bite towards Haramura Makoto's neck.

"Bang—"

The black muzzle bloomed with azure flames, and the bullet accurately hit the snake's head.

The momentum of the surging attack, which could have been fatal in one strike, came to an abrupt end.

"Tch—"

Kurashiki Kurato clicked his tongue, shifted his feet, and retreated several meters, his white bone katana returning to its original appearance.

(As expected, it's a spirit armanent that can freely extend and contract.)

From yesterday until now, Haramura Makoto hadn't particularly searched for Kurashiki Kurato's videos, so he really didn't know that Kurashiki Kurato's spirit armanent could transform its shape.

If he hadn't been careful, this kind of attack pattern would have been quite effective for a first encounter kill.

"Again, after all, close combat with swordsmen is the most pleasant thing."

Kurashiki Kurato didn't say much, his expression crazed and delighted as he charged forward again.

To him, the previous attack was just a routine.

For those who didn't know him, it was indeed effective, and even if it wasn't fatal, it could leave injuries.

But since he won eighth place in the Seven Star Sword Art Festival last time, this trick has rarely been effective.

He forcefully swung the hilt of his sword, causing the blade and tip to directly meander in the air, like a python hunting, enveloping Haramura Makoto entirely.

"I'm going to attack continuously. If you don't counterattack, you're finished."

Normally, swinging such a weapon should be very difficult.

After all, it's uneven in length, making it difficult to control perfectly.

But Kurashiki Kurato used this weapon as if it were an extension of his own arm, as if his arm had completely merged with his inherent spirit armanent, like a real giant snake ready to hunt at any time.

"Clang—"

The snake's body, formed from white bones, moved irregularly, while bone spurs constantly stabbed towards Haramura Makoto.

The speed at which Haramura Makoto's hand moved was also getting faster and faster.

To the point that even the afterimage of his arm could no longer be seen, only a blood-colored sword net and sparks constantly scattering from the air.

"Clang clang—"

"Hmph—"

Haramura Makoto snorted coldly, and the upward-swinging arm suddenly accelerated, the inertia from the sudden acceleration directly sending the huge bone sword flying.

The moment the encirclement was broken through, Haramura Makoto's lips moved, and his body leaned forward, assuming a stance for drawing his sword.

"Superspeed · Flash!"

"Zheng—"

Deep blue magical light directly surged from Haramura Makoto's body, instantly enhancing his body.

"Boom—"

The sound of an explosion followed closely.

In the blink of an eye, Haramura Makoto was already in front of Kurashiki Kurato, and the blood light that instantly appeared devoured Kurashiki Kurato's vision.

"Clang—"

This almost supersonic sword draw was actually blocked by Kurashiki Kurato in this situation.

"That's really fast. Even for me, blocking this sword was barely possible."

"Also, so heavy."

Kurashiki Kurato looked at Haramura Makoto with scorching eyes, as if he had seen a treasure that hadn't been seen in ten thousand years.

However, his block was indeed, as he said, very勉强.

It could only be said that he forcibly raised the last joint of the bone sword, using that part to block Haramura Makoto's attack.

The next moment, the extended snake god suddenly contracted back, and in a short moment, it swung towards Haramura Makoto's waist through the retracted angle.

"Acrobatic tricks."

Haramura Makoto jumped up as if soaring into the air, maintaining a backflip posture, and used his gun-holding left hand to fiercely knock the stock of the gun onto the bone sword.

The battle that took place within two seconds, another round ended like this.

This time, it was Haramura Makoto who created the distance.

"Your reflexes are indeed very outstanding."

Normally, the nerve reflexes of an average person are around 0.3 seconds, which can be shortened through training, but no matter what, it won't be shortened to the range of 0.1 seconds.

This is already the limit of humans, a fixed shackle.

Only someone with innate talent like Haramura Makoto can compress it to within 0.1 seconds.

But even for someone like Haramura Makoto, it's only about 0.05 seconds.

But this guy Kurashiki Kurato's reaction speed is definitely within 0.05 seconds.

For example, Haramura Makoto's sword just now, from the time he posed to the time he drew the sword, the entire process was compressed within one second.

So, Kurashiki Kurato can only explain this phenomenon if he himself is faster.

Such a swift reaction is Kurashiki Kurato's greatest asset to being a swordsman killer.

He can easily block the swords swung with force by other swordsmen, and the swords he swings can, through his inherent spirit armanent and reflexes, make his sword moves even more unpredictable.

"So, are you afraid?"

At this moment, Kurashiki Kurato was like a great white shark devouring people, revealing a fierce and violent gaze. At the same time, he once again fiercely flung the Orochimaru in his hand, and under the strong gale, it immediately turned into four ferocious snake shadows, rapidly shooting towards Haramura Makoto.

"Are you dreaming? Trash!"

Chapter 078 Swallow Return

In fact, the so-called swift reaction is not only about being able to react to the supply faster when facing an attack.

The effect on the attack is also the same.

After all, it's all about transmitting electrical signals from the brain to one's limbs. Every刀is 0.01 seconds faster than others, and four刀are 0.04 seconds faster. The more the accumulated quantity, the more terrifying the effect shown.

Human dynamic vision has a limit.

When it exceeds the limit of visual capture ability, these four sword princesses are like directly arriving in front of Haramura Makoto in an instant.

Normally, it is difficult to resist this kind of rapid sword.