I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

"Okay, so big..."

　　 Hearing Qingliu said that it was big, Kazuma glanced at her chest subconsciously.

　　 Of course he knew what Qingliu was talking about, but he would subconsciously look at Qingliu's steel plate.

　　 "I don't think it's too big anymore, it's just like..." Kurosaki muttered.

　　 Kazuma: "It feels like moving the Parthenon?"

　　 Not only Haruriu and Kurosaki were stunned, even Kazuma was also a little dazed.

The lobby of 　　Kuuki Office has a huge dome supported by twelve sturdy pillars, and its internal space is large enough to squeeze a standard baseball field and an auditorium together.

　　 As for why it is the Parthenon in Greece, it lies in the twelve Roman wind stone pillars supporting the dome.

　　Speaking of which, it’s impossible to put the Parthenon-like spacious space in the small four-story building of the island country of Japan in terms of physical common sense.

　　 At the same time when everyone felt strong doubts about their own space, a melodious harmony song suddenly sounded.

　　 With the sound of harmony singing echoing in the empty hall, a group of dancers wearing Noh masks turned out from behind the huge pillars and danced with the harmony singing in front of the crowd.

　　 After half a shot of the dancing figurines, another group of armored warriors wearing phantom ghosts turned out, holding the swords to cooperate with the dancing figurines. The wonderful singing and dancing of the Noh-faced dancers and the ghost-faced warriors, coupled with the background of the Western-style stone pillar dome, constituted a strange and dreamlike scene in front of everyone.

　　 "Oh, this is not like a temporary rehearsal level."

　　 Haruyuri blinked, looking at the Japanese singing and dancing in front of her in surprise. These remarks were made by the former rock girl and a high-profile student, and it proved that the singing and dancing were not the product of fooling people casually.

　　 "How can I say it, it feels so unreal from the very beginning." Kurosaki frowned and looked at the surroundings, subconsciously squeezing the short stick.

　　 "Hey, is it often dark?" Kazuma couldn't help but slap his tongue.

　　 Whether it is the office’s structure that goes beyond the laws of space, or the classical figurines dancing leisurely in front of him, they are all out of the existing common sense of the world, and they remind him of the Changan Lake occupied by catfish spirits.

　　 Judging from the situation in front of him, there is a high probability that the nine ghosts office has become a similarly dark place, but this is also in his and Yuzao's assumptions.

　　 "Be careful, the rule of ever dark ruling is different from the present world."

　　 Kazuma reminded them with a deep voice, reaching out and pulling out the authentic.

　　 When the authenticity was unsheathed, it made a "hissing bell" sound. Almost at the same time, the sound of music in the hall suddenly changed, switching from the melodious Japanese song to the fierce violent piano sound like the samaya line.

　　 Almost at the same time, the Noh-face dancers dancing in front and the Ghost-face samurai changed their postures and killed everyone.

　　 "Qing Liu, don't be distracted!"

　　 The rapid switching of the piano made Qingluo briefly lost. The well-prepared Kazuma dragged Qingluo away and slashed at the ghost-faced samurai who was leaping forward.

　　 The samurai's etheric sword blocked the authenticity, but he was kicked off by Kazuma.

　　 The kicked samurai suffered a combo of teeth before landing, and then turned into black smoke and dissipated in a low howl.

"is fake?"

"not real!"

　　 Kurosaki who replied was blocking the dancer's spear with a short stick. The spear stabbed by the dancers is extremely sharp, and its strength is not lost to that of a strong warrior.

　　 Kurosaki felt the impact on his shoulders, and recalled the scene of the former facing Shigehiro Motoji in the Fukuji Building.

　　 "These guys look like fakes, but they get hurt when they get a knife! Don't be soft!"

　　 Kurosaki flew his spear, waved and shot several spears. The spear smashed the Noh mask of the dancer, and the dancer immediately turned into black smoke like the previous samurai and disappeared without a trace.

　　 "Cut! A **** who pretends to be a fool!"

　　 Qingluo is afraid of ghosts, but has no resistance to opponents who can use swords. In a low voice, he pulled out the rainy days of the time, stepped into the enemy's formation under the thunder light, and released a slash with the lower limit almost close to the ground, instantly causing the three shadow warriors to be wiped out in ashes.

　　 "Don't be too entangled with you, rush forward!" Catch the thief first, catch the king first, the most important thing is to balance Shigehiro Motoji!

　　 Kazuma said in a deep voice, and immediately swung forward with authenticity. When Qinglu saw the situation, Qingyu also followed closely with Shishi Qingyu.

　　The authentic swordsmanship and the sorrowful Shunshi Qingyu, along the way, two Japanese swords afforded the team's main output, and the weapon expert Kurosaki swept the array from the back, seizing the opportunity from time to time to make a wonderful auxiliary attack.

　　 The three people who should have cooperated for the first time cooperated very well. Along the way, the masked dancers and the shadow warriors continued to emerge from behind the pillars, but they were immediately cut off as if they were cutting melons and vegetables.

　　 When the three of them finally rushed through the twelve pillars to reach the other end of the hall, it is roughly estimated that they had killed the three-digit shadow puppets.

　　 This amount can be said to be far more than the ordinary Jidao fighting, even Kazuma has cut his arms sore, and Qing Liu, who is weaker, leaned against the wall and panted.

　　 Haru's movements become hard when she is exhausted, leaving minor bruises on her left arm and shoulder. At this time, Kurosaki is bandaging her with skillful techniques.

　　Kazuma glanced at Kurosaki and thought that besides being a top-notch player, this product could actually be a milkman by the way. He is indeed an all-around player and a treasure for teaming up monsters.

　　 "It seems that the opponent wants to fight a war of attrition, the police department makes up for it."

　　 Kurosaki who noticed the line of sight of Kazuma looked up and said.

　　 "Ah, after all, we have all entered his lair, so it is only natural that we will resist desperately."

　　 Kazuma shrugged and looked at the empty hall over there. Anyway, Shigehiro Motoji was also an old demon who could talk to Tamamo, and the arrangement in front of him should be in his expectation.

　　 Although they don't know what arrangements will be made next, they can only see tricks. Seeing Qingliu's breathing recovering over there, Kazuma immediately moved his gaze to the back of the hall.

"gone."

　　**

　　 Kazuma thought that going through the hall would usher in another round of war of attrition, but unexpectedly it was an exceptionally peaceful journey.

　　 The three people marched forward along the corridor, and when they noticed that the borders of the corridors on both sides had disappeared, and a fairly open plain appeared in front of them.

　　 The original corridor turned into a loess road extending towards the plain. Kurosaki looked down at the grass and flowers swaying in the wind on the edge of the dirt road, and couldn't help taking a breath.

　　 "I have never seen such an outrageous thing in my life. If I hadn't cut it in with the police department, the officer would definitely wonder if he was mad at this moment."

　　 "Well, there is nothing wrong with a bigger layout. After all, the world outside of our common sense does exist." Kazuma shrugged.

　　 These remarks sound fine, but Kazuma knows that it feels a little bit tough.

　　 Shigehiro Motoji's Chang Andi and the big lake occupied by the catfish spirit is obviously not a matter of the same level? What kind of future development will be unpredictable.

　　 "I think that thing has exceeded the level of pattern and pattern, right?"

　　 At this time, Qing Liu, who looked up and looked into the distance, suddenly said in an almost ethereal tone, and raised her finger to the front.

　　 Everyone looked at the square horn she pointed at, and then their eyes rounded, and their faces showed incredible and damned expressions at the same time—

　　 I saw a huge castle towering like a mountain in front of the dirt road.

　　 The bottom of the castle is made of hard bluestone, and the upper part is a castle with white walls. The shape of the porch is similar to the Osaka Castle built by Toyotomi Hideyoshi, but the scale is much larger.

　　 The majestic volume like the Empire State Building makes people wonder whether such things can exist in reality?

　　 "Hey, what the **** is that?"

　　 "It's Osaka Castle...No, it's much larger in scale!?"

　　 "Kazuma, shouldn't we be dreaming?"

　　 The sight beyond common sense in front of him has had an unspeakable impact on the spirits of Haru and Kurosaki, and even Kazuma can't help but look pale. He really didn't expect the other party to build a castle! ? If those who could face the dancing figurines and the shadow warriors were still at a level that they could handle, then the magnificent castle in front of them had completely broken through that level. To use a metaphor, it's almost like throwing a strategic nuclear bomb to clear the field when fighting with Jidao gang.

"damn it."

　　 Kazuma gritted his teeth and rattled his teeth, feeling very upset in my heart.

　　 Shimengmo is a monster who is good at dreaming, and is also an ancient monster who is contemporary with Yuzao.

Although he knew this before he came in, the formation of the opponent still surpassed his expectations-the appearance of the towering castle is enough to prove that the nine ghosts office has indeed become an ever-animous land, as the source of dreams. The owner, Shigehiro Motoji has what he wants here, his strength is almost endless.

　　 So now it’s not a question of how to fight, but whether this kind of cross-level confrontation is still possible?

　　 Kazuma looking up, UU reading www. uukānshu. Com's extraordinary vision allowed him to easily see the details of the towering castle.

　　 I saw heavy soldiers armed with long swords and firecrackers guarding everywhere in the castle, and at the top of the castle, Shigehiro Motoji, dressed in costume, was leaning on the railing and looking over here.

　　 There is also a little girl in a kimono on the castle tower. Motoji Shigehiro would lower her head and say something to her from time to time. Motoji Shigehiro accidentally met Kazuma when he pointed his finger, smiled, and raised his hand slightly.

　　 Following Shigehiro Motoji's actions, deafening drums sounded from the castle, and the awakened towering castle trembled the earth like a roaring giant.

　　 In the eyes of the shocked people, the castle gate opened suddenly, and then tens of thousands of troops turned into a wave of dark tides to gush out from the castle gate.

　　The army rushing out of the castle gathered on the plain in front of them. Among them, there were foot soldiers with spears and generals with horses straddling war horses. The army was heavily armed, almost covering the plains in sight.

　　 "Hello..."

　　 Everyone was shocked to speak.

　　 At the top of the castle, Shigehiro Motoji bowed graciously like a host of hospitality, and then turned back to the castle tower.

　　 The little girl beside him was also dragged back by the maid, but she looked at the figure far below with some reluctance.

　　 In the girl's field of vision, the army covered with plains is changing its array with the sound of war drums, slowly spreading out to the sides, and arrogantly posing for annihilation and encirclement.

　　Masha mumbled: "Is this the big monster?"