No woman in this world wants to be called "auntie" by others, even if that woman is over two hundred years old.
Senjumaru Shutara's face was ashen, and her slender fingers cracked as she clenched them.
Where did this killer come from? Why is he so cheap? Do I look like an auntie? I look no older than twenty!
Outside the door, Shijima Chigiri was still knocking persistently: "Please open the door, that way I can save myself the trouble of breaking in. Hello? Is anyone inside? Auntie, I can see you embroidering in there!"
"I'm embroidering a cactus!!!" Senjumaru Shutara roared in anger, waving both hands. Dozens of steel needles with threads shot through the door panel towards the enemy behind the door.
Shijima Chigiri felt the opponent's violent spiritual pressure before seeing the attack. Holding a steel spike in his hand, he flicked it sharply, and the spike pierced through the wooden door.
The two had a duel through the door!
Senjumaru Shutara's fighting style was extremely strange. Even though Shijima Chigiri had encountered many strange opponents in his life, he had never met anyone who used needle and thread as weapons.
Senjumaru Shutara controlled these needles and threads with spiritual pressure, like snakes, wrapping around Shijima Chigiri from all directions.
"Little brat, haven't you been weaned yet? Do you want your big sister to knit you a pair of split pants?" Senjumaru Shutara said with a sneer, holding dozens of threads in her hands.
"I hate trouble the most, and women are the most troublesome things in this world…" Shijima Chigiri seemed to be completely at a disadvantage, yet he showed no panic. He kept taunting, looking leisurely, with a mischievous smile on his face, giving off a sly and sneaky feeling.
Senjumaru Shutara exerted force with both hands simultaneously, and the threads wrapped around Shijima Chigiri instantly dug into his flesh.
"Auntie, didn't you just say you wouldn't knit me a pair of split pants? It doesn't look like it to me. You clearly want to tear me into a thousand pieces."
"You guessed right!"
Senjumaru Shutara controlled the threads to continuously contract, wishing she could directly cut this killer into pieces.
Just as Shijima Chigiri's body was about to reach its limit, a silver light flashed, and the threads wrapped around him were instantly cut to pieces. Senjumaru Shutara stumbled back several steps, looking at the broken threads in her hand, her expression even uglier.
Shijima Chigiri had a blade in his hand at some unknown point.
This sword was completely different from a traditional katana. Its blade was thin and light, specifically designed for assassination. There was a blood groove on the blade, specifically for draining blood.
This is what an assassin should have, right, Suì-Fēng.
"Bang!"
The wooden door finally collapsed under the destruction of the two. Shijima Chigiri held his blade, approaching step by step, while his spiritual pressure erupted. Senjumaru Shutara's face turned ugly as she retreated a few steps; the opponent's spiritual pressure was clearly above hers.
"So, can you move aside now? I really don't want to engage in unnecessary combat," Shijima Chigiri said with a melancholic and gloomy expression.
Although Senjumaru Shutara was unwilling, knowing that she couldn't beat the opponent and still forcing the fight would only increase casualties, she could only move aside two steps, yielding the door to the bedroom.
"That's right. If you had done this from the beginning, it wouldn't have been so troublesome. Oh, and I'll pay for this broken door later," Shijima Chigiri said indifferently.
Senjumaru Shutara said with a forced smile, "You're really polite!"
Shijima Chigiri went directly into the bedroom. A young girl was lying on the bed, her hair spread out, curled up in the quilt, sleeping soundly!
Shijima Chigiri waved his hand, and two steel spikes instantly pierced through the quilt.
"Got him." Shijima Chigiri gently lifted the quilt with his blade, confirming that the person on the bed was indeed dead.
But the moment the quilt was moved, a huge force struck him head-on. The quilt was torn to shreds by this immense force. Shijima Chigiri's pupils instantly constricted. Someone had ambushed him, and this person's strength was much greater than the auntie at the door!
It was too late to retreat now. In desperation, Shijima Chigiri quickly raised the blade in his hand and clashed with the opponent head-on!
"Bang!!!"
Shijima Chigiri was directly sent flying by the opponent's single strike, crashing through a pile of furniture before finally stopping.
"I waited for you all night. If you hadn't come, I would have truly fallen asleep!" Saitō Furōfushi walked out of the bedroom, carrying his Zanpakutō.
Ever since Yamabuki learned that the killer would arrive in three days, he quickly devised this plan: have Saitō Furōfushi pretend to be Yamatake Chiyo, lie in the quilt to rest, and then deliver a fatal blow when the killer arrived.
"Why did I have to impersonate Chiyo-chan? Batsu'unsai Katori is also a girl! Unohana is also a girl! Why did it have to be me? Don't you know it's dangerous?" Saitō Furōfushi didn't understand why Yamabuki insisted on her playing Chiyo-chan.
Yamabuki said with a serious face: "Because only you can handle this job. Neither of them can, because their chests are simply too big. It would be obvious at a glance that they aren't lolis. Only you can pretend to be a loli without arousing suspicion!"
"Go to hell!!!!!"
And so, Saitō Furōfushi disguised herself as Chiyo-chan, waiting for the killer to arrive.
She originally thought one strike would solve the enemy, but unexpectedly, after one strike, the opponent was still alive, just temporarily knocked back!
"I didn't realize you had some skill!" Saitō Furōfushi sneered, then slashed with her Zanpakutō.
Shijima Chigiri realized that Saitō was not his target and turned to run. He didn't want to get into any strange trouble.
Speaking of which, has he been having bad luck with women recently? The women he's encountered are one more formidable than the last. First, he met the Sword of Death outside Seireitei, and now a Captain of the Gotei 13 has appeared. Time to run, time to run.
However, as soon as Shijima Chigiri turned around, a naginata came slashing down at his head. Shijima Chigiri quickly blocked with his blade, but was sent flying by the single strike, his back slamming against the wall.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Shijima Chigiri felt all his bones creak. He looked up and saw a girl wearing glasses pointing a naginata at him.
"So big!!!" Shijima Chigiri was shocked. This completely defied the principles of human mechanics. How could a person grow so large? Everyone eats pretty much the same things… He looked back at Saitō Furōfushi; that was normal.
"I'm not even sure I can win one-on-one, and I'm definitely going to lose two-on-one, plus that auntie over there… It seems I've provoked someone formidable!" Shijima Chigiri sighed, "But, don't let my gloomy appearance fool you. If it really comes down to a fight… I won't lose to anyone!"
Instantly, his hands flew, and countless hidden weapons shot out, filling the entire space!
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