Chapter 153 - 48: The Daimyo’s Fury
"Iai Slash!"
Chikugo Tajima drew his sword from its sheath with lightning speed, slicing horizontally. A sharp blade aura swiftly cut through four or five bandits in front of him, instantly severing them in two.
He then moved swiftly among the group of henchmen, sometimes slashing horizontally, sometimes cutting diagonally, and sometimes chopping vertically. No one was his match wherever the blade light flashed, and for a moment, the sand bandits were thrown into chaos.
"All of you, stop!"
Kawashima Tsunemi shouted loudly, and the sand bandit henchmen immediately made a small clearing. Chikugo Tajima sheathed his sword with a cold expression, looking around, realizing that apart from himself, there were no other standing samurai, and he was in a situation of certain death.
"Samurai, your swordsmanship is impressive. No need to die in vain. How about joining me? I'll make you the fourth chair of the Black Wind Fortress."
Kawashima Tsunemi said arrogantly.
"Hmph!"
Chikugo Tajima seemed disdainful to speak with bandits, merely snorting through his nose. He then lowered his center of gravity, with the sword hilt facing outward, his right hand resting loosely, ready to fight to the death.
"Heh, seems like you're a tough one. Fine! If you want to die, I'll grant you that. No one else should intervene; I'll personally send him off."
"Boss! No need..."