My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 581: Chapter 187: Aoto’s Promotion to Arson and Theft Magistrate?

[Ding! Talent detected]

[Successfully copied talent: ”Bear’s Waist”]

[Talent description: The explosive power of the waist exceeds that of ordinary people]

The system notification sound suddenly echoed in Aoto’s mind.

Successfully copied the talent from the Scythe Weasel.

It seems that only now did the system finally determine that the battle between Aoto and Scythe Weasel was over.

As for what the system was suddenly saying, Aoto was not listening at all.

His entire focus was on the battle ahead, on the knife strike that Mr. Kiryu used to finish off the Scythe Weasel in one blow.

Mr. Kiryu seemed to hold back.

His strike just now could have easily split the Scythe Weasel’s entire body in half diagonally.

But he didn’t do that.

From the right thigh to the left shoulder... the huge gash looked horrifying, but it wasn’t deep; it only cut through the flesh without harming the bones or internal organs.

After incapacitating the Scythe Weasel with one blow, Mr. Kiryu suddenly released his left hand that was holding the scabbard and reached toward the Scythe Weasel’s mouth with thunderous speed.

With his right arm severed and half of his body split open... the pain was indescribable, rendering the Scythe Weasel unable to even scream, and his consciousness was incomplete.

However, upon seeing Mr. Kiryu’s left hand reaching for his mouth, the Scythe Weasel’s fragmented consciousness quickly reassembled at this critical moment.

A flash of ferocity appeared in his eyes, and then his mouth and throat moved.

Pff...! Mr. Kiryu thrust most of his left hand directly into the Scythe Weasel’s mouth in a rough manner, and with a dull thud as his mouth and teeth were struck, the forcefully inserted hand tore both corners of the Scythe Weasel’s mouth, making it physically larger.

It seemed Mr. Kiryu wanted to find something in the Scythe Weasel’s mouth.

After inserting most of his left hand into the Scythe Weasel’s mouth, his fingers moved around, probing every corner of the oral cavity.

Judging from Mr. Kiryu’s subsequent displeased expression... he probably didn’t find what he was looking for in the Scythe Weasel’s mouth.

”Scythe Weasel, you Law Punishment Faction officers are really quick to commit suicide...”

”...” The Scythe Weasel remained silent, only slightly lifting his torn mouth corners, with a trace of mockery in his eyes as he stared at Mr. Kiryu.

Then...

”Cough! Cough, cough! Pwaa!! Pff cough cough cough cough—!”

It was as if the Scythe Weasel’s eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets; his eyes were full of dense red blood vessels, and he emitted urgent coughs as if trying to cough out his lungs, spraying large amounts of blood from his throat, staining Mr. Kiryu’s left arm red.

When the Scythe Weasel finally stopped coughing... he also ceased to breathe.

In less than 10 seconds, all life had left the Scythe Weasel’s body.

His eyes rolled upwards, losing focus and brightness, and his limp body slumped to the ground due to the loss of strength.

Mr. Kiryu did not attempt to catch the falling Scythe Weasel.

He smoothly withdrew his left hand from the Scythe Weasel’s mouth, and with a pensive expression, gazed at the Scythe Weasel lying in a pool of blood.

A moment later, he forcefully flung the blood off his left hand and the knife held in his right hand, and with a flourish, switched the grip to reverse and slowly sheathed the blade shimmering with a purple hue.

Then, he retrieved the Ghost-Slaying Knife still embedded in the Scythe Weasel’s body, turned, and walked gracefully towards Aoto and Mukiwa with it in hand.

”Mr. Tachibana, here’s your knife.”

Aoto mechanically reached out to take the Ghost-Slaying Knife handed over by Mr. Kiryu.

Staring at Mr. Kiryu’s elderly face, so close and with a faint smile, Aoto gradually felt his correct perception of the world returning; everything around was becoming clear and near again.

However, even though his perception was back, Aoto’s mind was still frighteningly chaotic.

From the moment Mr. Kiryu appeared, a flood of questions had overwhelmed Aoto’s mind.

Even now, his brain remained a whirlpool of confusion, with various thoughts spinning wildly like a washing machine, making it impossible to grasp the current situation accurately.

There were so many things Aoto wanted to say to Mr. Kiryu, so many questions to ask that he didn’t know where to start.

Mukiwa next to Aoto was the same—wearing a confused expression, overwhelmed by countless questions.

No one spoke... the atmosphere was so quiet it felt like time had frozen.

It wasn’t until Mr. Kiryu came right up to them that Mukiwa finally managed to break the frozen time first.

”Mr. Kiryu... why are you here?”

Mr. Kiryu didn’t respond to Mukiwa’s question immediately.

Instead, he first smiled faintly, then shifted his gaze, glancing at Mukiwa, and then at Aoto... his gaze lingered a bit longer on Aoto.

”Young Master, Mr. Tachibana, I will explain everything to you later.”

”This isn’t a good time or place to talk.”

Mr. Kiryu turned his head, looking at the western road entrance.

”The Officials from the Arson and Theft Magistrate are coming; if I linger here any longer and get discovered, it might be hard to explain.”

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

As soon as Mr. Kiryu’s words fell, numerous footsteps and the clanging of matchlock guns were heard from the western road entrance.