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

Bang! Bang! Snap.

After firing three shots, he ran out of bullets again.

"Could it be that this gun automatically replenishes its ammunition over time?"

With a guess in mind, Mitsui Tsubasa took out his mobile phone to count the time.

Set an alarm for 10 minutes.

He spread out a blanket, sat on the ground, and recalled the swordsmanship he had just learned.

Fantasy Shinto-ryu, this is the old guy... No, since the secret techniques he teaches are real, we should show him some respect.

This is the kendo style created by his kendo teacher Yoshitaka Egami.

When the teacher first started learning kendo, he studied under the famous Japanese "Tenshin Shinden Katori Shinto-ryu". Many well-known sword masters such as Tsukahara Bokuden, Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, and Morioka Kazuha all came from this school.

After he obtained the permission certificate of "Mengxu Kaiden", he traveled all over Japan. According to his own words, at that time he had "defeated all enemies and was invincible in the world."

Later he became arrogant... ahem, this was Mitsui Tsubasa's idea, and his original words were very tough.

Later, he became arrogant and ran back to the headquarters dojo, challenged all the famous predecessors, and defeated them one by one.

After his great victory, he declared himself to be a Sword Master and asked them to spread the word about him and write a book about him, listing him alongside other Sword Masters in their school.

This stirred up a hornet's nest. Mitsui Tsubasa could imagine the helpless and angry expressions on the faces of those kendo masters at that time.

Japanese Kendo is very "reverent" about the ancients, believing that the older the founder of a school or the sword master, the more advanced their skills.

And those 'legendary sword skills' that have been lost, leaving only names and sporadic legends, are regarded as the most powerful skills.

For example, the Musang Sword and Fushe Sword created by Ito Ittosai, and the Swallow Return, the unique skill of Sasaki Kojiro.

Anyway, even though it has been lost, no one has seen it, and no one knows how to use it, it is still powerful! Super powerful! It is more powerful than the current swordsmanship!

Jiang Shangyilong, you are a modern man, a descendant of the younger generation, but you actually claim to be on par with the ancient sword masters. This is extremely treasonous and shameless!

If he could have defeated the teacher, he would have probably fired the teacher right away.

But the right to speak was in the hands of those "authorities". Therefore, the teacher was expelled from the school and forced to leave.

Before leaving, the teacher caused a commotion and reportedly tore down the gates of the dojo and took away the plaques.

Then there is the epilogue version in which his father Shigeki Mitsui is beaming with joy.

Mitsui Tsubasa simplified it according to his own understanding:

When my young father was strolling near his ancestral home, he saw a fairy dancing with a sword alone. His swordsmanship was so extraordinary that he immediately impressed my father and he was amazed by his talent.

After a few more contacts, my father bowed down in worship.

Grandpa also spent a lot of money, giving money and mansions, and even arranged for a distant cousin of my father to marry the teacher. Only then did he keep the teacher.

But now that I think about it, the teacher was only in his early twenties at the time, but he was always practicing sword outside the ancestral home of the Mitsui Tsubasa family.

Who would believe it if I said this was all a coincidence?

However, it does not matter. Both the fisherman and the fish being caught feel that they have made a profit, so it can be considered a two-way effort.

Later, the teacher founded his own kendo school - [Fantasy Shinto-ryu].

He studies the lost sword techniques of ancient times in his family's dojo every day, with the goal of perfecting his skills so that he can one day challenge the Tenshin Shinto Katori Shinto-ryu and prove his own accomplishments in the way of the sword.

Mitsui Tsubasa also learned a few moves from this.

He originally thought that these exaggerated sword skills with a very middle school style were just the teacher's imagination, and were no different from those moves from other schools that did not live up to their names.

For example, the [Garuda King Sword] and [Unique Sword], which sound very powerful, are actually just a combination of some basic techniques.

I didn't expect that the secret teachings from the teacher were actually true...

The move Muxiang Tiansheng was created based on Ito Ittosai's Muxiang sword concept.

[Wuxiang] represents an extremely high state in martial arts. This concept also appears in the Buddhist classic "Diamond Sutra", expressing a Zen idea that transcends thinking and no thinking.

When it comes to martial arts moves specifically, [no thought] refers to achieving a state of selflessness and thoughtlessness in battle, allowing the body to react instinctively to the enemy's attacks.

The counterattack in this state is not a pre-set fixed action, but a perfect response that comes naturally according to the opponent's attack.

It emphasizes an intuitive reaction that transcends the limitations of thinking, and achieves a natural, perfect counterattack in battle by reaching a Zen state of unity with the universe.

Mitsui Tsubasa suffered a lot from this move when practicing kendo.

He thought it was ridiculous. The teacher just saw the flaw in his movements and stabbed him directly. Could this move be called a secret move? !

Until just now, he had successfully used this move and briefly entered a state of emptiness and clarity.

Now he finally understood the true power of this move.

At the same time, he also realized that the strength of this move was obviously closely related to one's personal sword skills.

If the master and the disciple used this move at the same time, Mitsui Tsubasa might be pierced by the teacher's sword during the accumulation phase.

Next time I go back to my hometown, I think I have to bring some gifts for my teacher.

He actually didn't really remember the moves his teacher taught him...

“Ding ding ding”

The memory ended, and Mitsui Tsubasa picked up the shotgun that was lying in front of him.

After removing the magazine and confirming, he fired towards an open area nearby.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Snap!

10 bullets in 4 minutes, what the hell is this!

I originally thought of combining the gun and sword, American style Iai.

Now it seems that I can only empty the magazine when fighting, then manually attack, and repeat this cycle over and over again.

I really want to get a Vulcan Gatling gun and set it up in a narrow tunnel to harvest wheat.

Chapter 25: Practice, never-ending

As the sun sets, its afterglow fills the earth.

There were crowds of people walking around under the Huiye Building, and the evening bells were gradually ringing.

This is the time when day and night change, and the carnival of urban people is about to begin.

Mitsui Tsubasa stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the distance, then slowly retracted his gaze.

He didn't know when it started, but he liked to look down on the world and observe the world from a high place. Perhaps it was because standing high up made him feel detached from the troubles of the world and his mind was at peace for a moment.

Sometimes, he would feel that he was getting further and further away from this world, as if he had become a bystander.

But at other times, he felt like a god, a high and mighty god.

With a light sigh, Mitsui Tsubasa turned and walked into the bathroom.

After taking off the tightly wrapped double-layer bulletproof vest, his skin finally felt a sense of relief and coolness.

He carefully wiped the sweat off his body, then took off half of his clothes and stood in front of the mirror to look at himself.

The muscles on the arms are slightly bulging, which is a normal phenomenon of congestion after strenuous exercise, indicating that the muscles are being fully exercised and recovered.

Despite Takemiya's opposition to his training plan, Mitsui Tsubasa has no intention of slowing down and he is even considering increasing the intensity of his training.

Accustomed to the extraordinary athletic ability in the impression space, he felt as if he had become weaker every time he returned to reality.

Worse still, the power disparity between the two worlds would only grow wider and more painful to him as time went on.

The power of the personality mask also has its flaws, which is that when you return to reality you will become an ordinary person again.

Not to mention a bullet, even if several burly men rushed over, they could knock him down directly.

Mitsui Tsubasa's face was grim; he couldn't accept this ironic result.

You must become stronger, stronger than anyone else, so that you can hold your destiny in your own hands!

He slapped himself in the mirror hard.

"You can't let your guard down! You have to do your best!"

After venting, he walked back to the bedroom and began to think about his next plan of action.

Just now in the impression space, he originally wanted to hold on for a little longer, preferably to fight for a few more hours. But he soon realized that this was not realistic.

After all, he had just exercised this morning and his physical condition was far from recovered.

My body has reached its limit and I feel aches all over. My mental strength, which I had finally recovered, has also been exhausted.

If he continued to fight, the possibility of accidents would greatly increase, so he had to return to reality.

But it's only 7 o'clock now, it's too early to go to bed.

I took out my cell phone, opened the address book and took a look...there didn't seem to be anyone I needed to contact.

For a moment, Mitsui Tsubasa felt a little at a loss as to what to do. He stood there in a daze.

These days, he has been racing against time every day. Now that he suddenly has some free time, he actually feels a little uncomfortable.

He turned on the TV with hesitation and began to switch between channels at random.

"Welcome to the evening news. Today, a malicious arson incident occurred in Kita-Ikebukuro, Tokyo. The police..."

"Emilia Tan, let's go together..."

"Hahaha, as expected of the famous detective Akechi..."

"Regarding the form of the South China Sea Islands, Mr. Yamamoto, what do you think..."

and many more…

Mitsui Tsubasa was stunned. The famous detective just now... He quickly turned back a few channels.

"When it comes to detective fiction genres, I preferred the 'honest' genre when I was a kid. The process of following the detective in pursuit of clues and solving the mystery bit by bit was really fascinating."

The boy being interviewed has brown hair, deep brown eyes, a handsome appearance and a somewhat androgynous charm.

At first glance, he looks more like a glamorous male idol under Johnny & Associates than a famous detective.

He has an elegant temperament and a sense of humor, which is exactly the type that Japanese women generally like.

Mitsui Tsubasa stared at the screen, his eyes gradually becoming serious: "Muffin...the person who attacked me in the subway, could it be you?"

He originally felt that the other party should be punished, and now this idea became even more resolute.

On the TV screen, Akechi Goro was still talking: "But now I prefer the 'deformed school'. Well, how should I put it? That kind of imaginative plot and lingering mysterious atmosphere, don't you think it's cool?"

The host added: "Haha, it seems that Mingzhi is at an age where he prefers this style. It's good to be young, full of infinite energy."

The audience burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was relaxed and joyful.

"Akechi-kun, Kakuichi."

"Look at me, look at me, Akechi-kun, I love you!"

"Wise, Supreme~"

The female fans at the scene were very excited and screamed one after another.

Mitsui Tsubasa barely endured the discomfort and watched for a while longer.

After confirming that this was just a boring idol talk show, he quickly turned off the TV.

too disgusting!

Seeing Mingzhi's face, his blood pressure rose.

It’s better not to watch this TV!

He stood up, thought for a moment, and walked towards the storage room.

“I remember it was here…”