Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

Scored twice.

Before Shadow could get up, he was slammed into the wall again.

Roar…

It let out a distorted roar, but the sound was completely drowned out by the sound of the gunfire.

A large amount of black mist overflowed from the bullet-hit location and evaporated quickly once it came into contact with the air.

Mitsui Tsubasa sighed inwardly, this power is really just a boast...it would be better to just draw the sword and chop it hard.

boom!

boom!

Four gunshots rang out in succession.

The shape of the shadow began to distort, and the edges became extremely blurred, like a punctured balloon that instantly exploded and scattered.

16 bullets could only kill 4 human-shaped shadows, and they made such a big noise.

Mitsui Tsubasa almost laughed out of anger. How could a shotgun be so weak? This must be a fake gun!

No...it's indeed a fake gun, that's fine.

Mitsui Tsubasa's gaze fell on the spotless ground, where not even a bullet shell was left, and his expression seemed thoughtful.

Although it can make sounds and shoot "bullets", details such as muzzle flame, smoke, and bullet casings are still missing, making it seem unrealistic. Perhaps this is why the simulation guns are not very powerful.

If you have a chance to try a real gun, the power may be improved.

But let's move on now.

Roar!

The roar of the shadows became clearer, and scattered figures appeared in the tunnel in the distance.

Mitsui Tsubasa glanced at the intersection of the three roads ahead and paused without taking a step.

There are only three human-shaped shadows in total. After all, this is a low-risk area close to the entrance.

It's worth a fight, which is a good opportunity to test the shotgun's efficiency in killing enemies.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. This was the first time that Mitsui Tsubasa faced three enemies at the same time.

He straightened the hilt of the sword with his right hand, adjusting it to the most suitable angle for drawing the sword, and looked calmly at the shadows running towards him.

"There are still 12 bullets left. If I shoot accurately, it will be enough to kill them."

He was a little nervous as he hadn't practiced shooting for a long time. It would be embarrassing if he missed the target.

After waiting for a moment, the shadow running in the front closed to a distance of 10 meters.

Mitsui Tsubasa held the gun with both hands to increase stability and fired fiercely.

boom!

Roar! !

Two completely different, piercing noises echoed through the tunnel.

After being hit by a shotgun blast, the shadow in the front suddenly paused and was knocked back a few steps by the powerful impact, his body shaking violently.

Mitsui Tsubasa was certain that he could do it!

Although not powerful enough, the shotgun has strong stopping power.

Bang bang bang…!

The trigger was pulled all the way, and with the loud bang of the gun, Shadow was defeated!

16 bullets, 4 shadows, every bullet hits the target.

Looking at the 20 experience points gained in a short period of time, Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but grin. This was too easy.

Defeat enemies with just a flick of your finger, which is much easier than slashing them with a sword.

I listened carefully and heard movement in the distance.

Very good, let’s continue like this. Mitsui Tsubasa blew the muzzle of the gun in a cool manner and watched me shoot all of you!

Roar!

Soon, several new shadows arrived.

Mitsui Tsubasa smiled disdainfully and pulled the trigger!

Kaka.

"what?"

Why are there no bullets?!

I was suddenly shocked. I remembered that it was not automatically loaded in the original game.

This model gun can't be manually reloaded!

While he was stunned, the leading shadow suddenly crossed a distance of several meters and rushed towards him.

Take a quick look at the number of enemies around you and you should be able to win by taking some damage.

Fight!

Mitsui Tsubasa dropped his gun and drew his sword, feeling a faint burning sensation in his heart as if his blood was boiling.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

In this crisis, his mind was more focused than ever before. He stared at the tip of the sword and put all distracting thoughts behind him.

A figure dancing with a sword flashed through my mind.

In a flash, he understood the true meaning of the sword.

Fantasy Shinto style——no thoughts, natural birth!

The mind enters a state of emptiness and clarity, and time seems to slow down.

The dark shadow that was originally fierce and aggressive slowly walked towards him. Mitsui Tsubasa looked at it intently and saw countless mysterious tracks emerging on it.

He swung the sword along a trajectory intuitively, and the boy's sword danced as lightly as a flying swallow. As he turned and shuttled back and forth, the sword's momentum not only did not decrease at all, but instead accumulated power as the trajectory extended, and finally condensed into a dazzling slash.

In an instant, it passed by Shadow's neck.

puff!

Shadow's head suddenly flew up.

Black mist gushed out violently, reaching several meters high.

Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes widened.

"I used it! The old man's swordsmanship!"

A feeling of ecstasy emerged in my heart. He has been practicing for 16 years, 16 years!

After being beaten so many times and going through countless hardships, I finally realized it today in this dangerous situation surrounded by crises!

One of the secret teachings of the Fantasy Shinto School, Musang Tiansheng.

Roar--!

Even if their own kind fell, the other shadows didn't care and continued to surge towards him like a tide.

Mitsui Tsubasa calmed his inner turmoil and calmly assumed a stance.

Again!

The sword flashed, cutting through the whistling wind.

Shadows fell one after another.

Mitsui Tsubasa's movements also became slower. Performing the same technique three times in a row put a huge strain on his wrists, and he could clearly feel his hands shaking uncontrollably.

This is obviously not a good sign.

For a swordsman, failure is imminent if he fails to hold the hilt of the sword firmly.

But he was not panicked at all.

"First Emperor!"

The proud king lowered his head slightly, and the imperial seal was shining with light. An invisible force surged like a huge wave, tearing into pieces those who dared to offend the emperor.

Suddenly, the scene in front of me was empty and the empty tunnel returned to silence.

The black flames on the ground burned silently, as if the fierce fighting scene just now was just a dream.

Mitsui Tsubasa took out a piece of white cloth and gently wiped the invisible blood on the sword.

My mind was filled with the wonderful feeling of swinging the sword, and my heart was surging for a moment.

He has made progress!

It's not relying on a personality mask, but relying entirely on his own efforts!

If he was just a kendo apprentice imitating his predecessors before, then after mastering the secret skills, he has become qualified to obtain the "free license" and can proudly announce to the world the name of the school he inherited.

Although I am still far from being qualified to be a 'king of all legends', at least I can breathe a sigh of relief the next time I face the old man.

As he got older, the way he was looked at became less and less respectful...

Looking back, his 'reincarnated' personality over the past 16 years did seem a little effeminate, quite inconsistent with his masculine and handsome appearance.

If it weren't for his father's insistence, he would never have been exposed to kendo as a child.

In his previous life, he was also mediocre in this regard. After all, he had lived in a peaceful country all his life and had hardly experienced any struggles, so his innate bloodiness had long been wiped out.

When the memories of the two lives merged, it may have had a negative impact on combat, so that he always seemed to be shrinking back.

With the continuous battles in recent days, the fighting instinct dormant deep in his consciousness was finally awakened, giving him the courage and strength to fight against adversity.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at the pale sword blade with mixed emotions. After a while, he swung the sword back into the sheath.

Let's go back to the entrance first and find a safe area to see what's going on with this shotgun.

The endurance is less than a minute, no man can endure it!

Chapter 24: 'Sword Saint' Yoshitaka Egami

Entrance to Impression Space.

Mitsui Tsubasa put his backpack next to the elevator and picked up the shotgun to examine it carefully.

I looked over and over again and didn't notice any changes, so I removed the magazine and checked.

Empty...

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it, as model guns don't have the function of loading bullets.

The reason why the "bullet" can be fired is entirely due to the impression space.

Because this is a world of cognition, as long as this gun is [real] in Shadow's cognition, then it is real.

But real guns can replace bullets, what about model guns?

Remove the magazine and put it back in front of Shadow?

Mitsui Tsubasa was puzzled and could only restore the magazine first.

He casually pulled the trigger at the wall beside him.

boom--!

The sharp sound of gunfire startled him.

"what?!"

There are bullets again...how come they appear and disappear?

Mitsui Tsubasa pulled the trigger in disbelief.