My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 556: Chapter 182: Mukiwa Arrives! The Swordsman and Female Ninja’s Cooperation!

Aoto and Mukiwa simultaneously withdrew their gaze from each other, focusing on the enemies surging around them.

”Miss Kinoshita.”

Aoto quietly positioned his Ghost-Slaying in the Kasumi Stance before him.

”Could I trouble you to protect my back?”

Mukiwa did not verbally respond to Aoto’s request.

She merely raised her gaze, gave Aoto a charming smile, then turned her body and stood behind Aoto in a ”back-to-back with Aoto” stance, spreading her feet apart, her right hand forming a fist in front, her left hand forming a palm behind, ready for battle.

Because their backs were pressed closely together... Aoto could clearly feel the elasticity of Mukiwa’s skin and the warmth of her body.

The warmth emanating from Mukiwa’s back spread throughout Aoto’s body, giving him an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

No.

It should be said... just now, when his vision was filled with the sight of a bright red kimono fluttering from a high kick, Aoto felt a strange sense of reassurance.

Along with this sense of reassurance came a... tingling sensation in his chest.

Under the influence of these strange sensations, Aoto felt as if the fatigue in his body had lessened slightly.

”Haaaaa!”

Shinno’s blade came, approaching from the upper left path.

In a split second, Aoto wiped the smile that had been lingering on his face since Mukiwa arrived, swung his sword upward, and deflected Shinno’s slash with a ”clang”.

The corner of his left eye caught a glimpse of someone approaching from the left... Aoto freed his left hand, drew the scabbard of the Ghost-Slaying from his left waist, and fiercely pushed the base of the scabbard into that person’s face.

Though he used only one arm... aiming for the face, any attack was enough to inflict significant damage.

The bottom of the scabbard struck the middle of the person’s lips precisely, shattering both their upper and lower front teeth, a total of six teeth, sending fragments mixed with blood flying outward.

After breaking through the teeth, the momentum continued, pushing deep into their throat, using it as a lever to send the whole person flying backward.

As Aoto’s left hand was slick with the enemy’s blood, his palm slipped, and he couldn’t hold onto the smooth scabbard... so Aoto simply let it go, allowing the scabbard to fly out from his palm.

Thus, this unfortunate guy, with a scabbard impaled in his mouth, was sent crashing into someone behind him, the two of them collapsing onto the ground together.

Shinno’s slash came again... but Aoto swiftly dodged it.

A gunman with a short spear appeared.

The gunman this time wielded a short spear with a wooden shaft.

The spear tip aimed at Aoto’s side abdomen had precision, but lacked strength and speed.

Aoto sidestepped half a step to avoid the thrust, while simultaneously raising both hands—grabbing the spear shaft below the spearhead with his left hand and cutting the spear neatly in half with his right hand.

Immediately after, Aoto swung the broken spear high overhead, holding it with his left hand.

The sharp spear tip drew an arc in midair, slicing across someone’s shoulder, and in the next instant, the spear blade swept across another arc from the opposite direction, plunging into another person’s chest, Aoto leaving the broken spear embedded in the body.

Aoto’s offensive remained fierce and swift... and Mukiwa, who was protecting his back, was equally relentless.

Mukiwa shouted shrilly, using all her strength in her slender waist, swung her right leg in a half-arc kick at the enemy standing in front of her.

Her fair calves entwined with power, stirring the air into a howling stream.

Mukiwa’s feet were exquisite.

Their pale skin had a rosy hue, the petite shape flawless, with ten light pink toenails resembling ten pink sakura petals.

Even those not inclined towards girls’ feet would want to hold Mukiwa’s feet, playing with them intensely.

But such a beautiful pair of feet contained immense power and a strong aura of danger.

Mukiwa’s chosen opponent couldn’t react in time; their left knee was precisely struck by the whip-like foot.

With a crisp crack... the person’s left kneecap was shattered, bending their entire leg backward.

Mukiwa did not glance at the wailing man falling to the ground; she moved on to attack the next enemy.

She spread her feet apart, scraping out a shallow trench in the mud with her right foot stepping sideways, adjusting her center of gravity as she assumed a fist stance, then suddenly charged forward! Her punching fist striking at a fat man’s face on her left!

The fat man sensed the overwhelming momentum of her attack, his expression turned grave.

He tried to sidestep, but Mukiwa’s punch was too fast, leaving no time for retreat.

Helplessly, he could only crouch, raising his left arm to block, preparing to take Mukiwa’s punch head-on.

From his defensive posture, it’s apparent that the man had some training in Hand-to-Hand Combat Skills.

Attempting to take Mukiwa’s punch head-on... was a clever idea, but he underestimated the power in Mukiwa’s fist.

Pa!

The collision of fist and arm sounded with a loud impact.

”Ugh...!”

A pained cry followed immediately.

The one who cried out in pain was the fat man.