Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Meanwhile, Kuroki Keisaki seemed to have turned into a wet, salty fish again, holed up in her little house, occasionally jumping around on the sofa.

"It's so cold..."

She lay on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, watching a soap opera on TV, feeling utterly bored.

Recently, Yangping seems to have started to get busy with final exams. Those bald boys are really determined to prove themselves in this final exam and give a good slap to the faces of those teachers and classmates who look down on them. As a result, they study one after another. If you didn't know better, you would think that they lost all their hair because they studied too hard.

With the task assigned by their master completed, the little bald boys had nothing else to do, and now, besides watching soap operas, Kuroki Keisaki had nothing else to do.

As she was thinking this and drifting off to sleep, she suddenly sensed a resentful aura emanating from not far from her apartment.

She suddenly came to her senses and suppressed her breathing.

Recently, there has been a sudden increase in evil spirits in Tokyo. Even in her own home, she can sense evil spirits passing by on the street from time to time.

Her perception is stronger than that of ordinary evil spirits, so she usually conceals her aura after sensing those evil spirits to avoid being discovered.

But this time, she couldn't fool that resentment; instead, it rushed straight towards where Kuroki Keisaki was.

It was discovered!

Kuroki Keisaki immediately jumped up from the sofa, looking tense. If some unknown evil spirit were to come after her... what would be the first thing to do?

She looked down and cried out in despair.

I'm still wearing my pajamas!

She rushed to the wardrobe in a hurry, quickly changed her clothes, and a moment later, she had simply put on a dress.

Wait a minute... isn't it a bit strange to wear a dress in the middle of winter?

She glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window, paused for a moment, and then picked up a sun hat.

Tall and slender with a graceful figure, her reflection in the full-length mirror makes her look like the girl next door every boy dreams of. Coupled with her radiant smile, she's simply a heartthrob.

Why am I dressed like this?

This...doesn't this look just like an eight-foot-tall woman?

She had just turned around in front of the mirror when she felt the resentment had already reached the door.

They were even... already outside the door.

That's terrifying speed, and it's broad daylight! Doesn't this guy worry about attracting a crowd?

She looked warily toward the door, her hands clenched into fists nervously.

The resentment outside the door stopped, as if it had sensed her, and then the door was gently knocked on.

"Da da da."

The knocking was extremely restrained and spaced out, giving the impression that the person was very polite.

Kuroki Keisaki did not lower her guard because of the mere knocking. Her long black hair emerged from under her straw hat, forming a black cloth that blocked her view.

She walked slowly to the door, her hair extending from the black shield and transforming into a rope, which she gently pulled open.

"Click..."

The door slowly opened, and behind it appeared a hunched old man dressed in a kimono.

The old man had a full head of white hair and looked extremely old. He was spotless and very clean, and he was leaning on a cane. But when Kuroki Keizaki looked closely, he was shocked to find that it was a long sword.

The old man opened his eyes a crack, and seeing how wary Kuroki Keisaki was, he chuckled, his voice hoarse and aged: "So you're so wary of this old man?"

"Isn't that a given?" Kuroki Keisaki answered instinctively.

The old man paused, his right hand resting on the end of the hilt of his long sword, and said, "Nice to meet you, unknown evil spirit. I am Zatoichi."

"Zatoichi?" Kuroki Keizaki asked in surprise, scrutinizing the old man before her. "Don't lie to me, I've seen the movie about Zatoichi!"

"You don't seem like Takeshi Kitano at all!"

Zatoichi chuckled, revealing a few withered, yellowed teeth: "Oh dear, even such a lovely girl has heard of this old man? This old man is quite a celebrity!"

"However, don't I look just like Shintaro Katsu?"

Kuroki Keisaki frowned and shook her head: "No, no, not at all like that."

She continued, "Hey, whether you're Zatoichi or not, what exactly do you want? State your purpose!"

Zatoichi rubbed his chin and chuckled, "Well, to be honest, I'm actually here seeking refuge."

"This young lady..." He tilted his head and looked into the house, "She seems to be doing quite well in Tokyo. I wonder if she has the kind heart to take in a poor old man?"

Kuroki Keisaki looked disgusted: "Sorry, but even when I'm still working, I hate old men the most."

"Now, could you please leave my doorstep?" Kuroki Keisaki gently placed her hand on the shoe cabinet beside her. Her long black hair was wrapped around her arm, transforming into a sharp, slender blade, hidden behind the door where Zatoichi could not see it.

Zatoichi sighed upon hearing this, then asked, "Well, young lady, since you're a native of Tokyo, do you know anything about the legend of Fall Guys?"

He slightly opened his eyes, and a faint killing intent seemed to emanate from his grayish-white eyes.

Upon hearing this, Kuroki Keisaki narrowed her eyes and glared fiercely at Zatoichi in front of her.

"You old man... do you want to fight?"

Chapter 272 Kuroki Keisaki's Ultimate Sharp Tongue

Zatoichi's sharp killing intent was released in an instant, completely enveloping Kuroki Keisaki.

All Zatoichi did was open his eyes.

In those dark eyes, the killing intent seemed to solidify instantly, transforming into a swift blade that any samurai would fear, instantly piercing towards Kuroki Keisaki like a net from heaven.

This killing intent was as sharp as a needle tip, and it erupted with a single glance from Zatoichi, instantly putting Kuroki Keisaki into a state of heightened arousal. Her black hair danced like thin snakes behind her, transforming into countless jet-black swords that pointed at Zatoichi in front of her.

The sheer amount of hair was terrifying, completely blocking the doorway in front of Zatoichi. The woman in the white dress vanished entirely before him; all that could be seen behind the door was a wall made of black spikes.

"Oh...oh oh oh!" Zatoichi's eyes widened instantly, and she exclaimed as if she had seen a rare and magnificent sight. "Such a powerful ability! Girl, this is amazing!"

He quickly raised his hand and waved it to indicate that he meant no harm: "Hahaha... Please put it away, young lady, I don't want to be pricked like a hedgehog!"

The black spiky hair slowly wriggled, revealing Kuroki Keisaki's cool and aloof eyes.

"After displaying such obvious hostility, do you still want to beg for mercy, you damn old man?"

Zatoichi, with his shoulders hunched and back stooped, looked like an ordinary, pitiful old man. He rubbed his...

With a sorrowful look in his eyes, he said, "Oh dear... who can blame me for getting old? These eyes are becoming more and more disobedient. Sometimes they will involuntarily stare at others, which is really distressing."

Kuroki Keisaki's eyes twitched, unsure of what to say.

I find this guy in front of me really annoying... Should I just kill him?

No, the master isn't here; I can't cause him trouble...

Kuroki Keisaki took a deep breath and said, "I don't care what your purpose is in coming to Tokyo, or what Fall Guys wants to do, there's only one answer I can give you."

"I know nothing, and I won't tell you anything. Leave my house, right now, immediately!"

"Alright, alright..." Zatoichi quickly waved his hands and begged for mercy: "What a hot-tempered little girl, I didn't do anything at all."

"However, little girl, you should also know about that crown thing, right?" Zatoichi seemed unwilling to give up, tilting his head.

Spikes formed from long black hair slowly emerged from the threshold, gradually approaching Zatoichi.

Zatoichi quickly retreated, a helpless, bitter smile on his face: "Alas, this old man will not ask anymore, will not ask anymore..."

"Well... goodbye, unknown girl." He seemed to have finally given up, taking two steps back towards the stairs at the end of the corridor, but his eyes were still fixed on Kuroki Keisaki.

"As for me... I would never break into someone's house and commit violence." He gently twirled the hilt of his knife, his smile sinister and full of murderous intent. "However, if I were to encounter you on the street, at night... I would still like to learn from your skills."

"That's disgusting." Kuroki Keisaki's disgust was undisguised: "Do you want to hear what you're saying? Don't you feel ashamed harassing a single woman like this, you old man?"

"Or is it because you're completely incapable that you resort to violence against girls? You're the worst of the worst..."

"If you don't leave, I'm going to call the police! Whether you're an evil spirit or a normal person, I'll tell the police, 'Oh, there's a perverted old man saying filthy things at my doorstep!'"

Zatoichi's wicked smile suddenly froze, replaced by utter bewilderment.

Call the police to arrest... to catch evil spirits?

You're saying that evil spirits are harassing you?

“I will say the same thing to any other evil spirits I encounter in the future…” Kuroki Keisaki continued to ramble on: “Tell them that there is an evil spirit called Zatoichi. Although he is an evil spirit and has the name Zatoichi, he is actually an old pervert who preys on young girls!”

"By then, all the evil spirits in Tokyo will know that you, who are called Zatoichi, are actually a shameless scoundrel who harasses single women and is disrespectful to the elderly."

Zatoichi seemed about to offer some explanation, but Kuroki Keizaki continued, "Hey, what else do you want to say? Are you trying to say that you just want to spar with others because you're a martial arts fanatic who's only obsessed with fighting, so saying that kind of thing is in line with your persona?"

In the corridor, the already hunched old man looked even more listless, as if he were about to collapse, as fragile as a duckweed in the wind.

Kuroki Keisaki continued, "Shouldn't someone who is truly passionate about martial arts also know to be mindful of their behavior? Do you think you can use your obsession with martial arts as an excuse to cover up the fact that you are harassing girls?"

"Stop...stop! Shut up!"

Zatoichi finally couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his long sword down, his dark eyes snapped open, and boundless killing intent and sword energy were released instantly. The corridor even echoed with "thud" sounds, and countless shallow knife marks suddenly appeared on the floor and walls.

"Shut up!" he roared, his voice hoarse and filled with rage.

It has to be said that seeing through a man's true nature is an inherent skill of Kuroki Keisaki.

Having worked as a hostess, she had seen countless types of men, so manipulating a man was really not a big problem for her.

She's just lazy most of the time.

Hearing Zatoichi's roar, she knew that if Zatoichi didn't make a move at this point, then he was just bluffing.

So she laughed sarcastically, "Oh dear, you're angry now? What, you want to chop someone up? You want to chase a girl to her doorstep and then chop her up? Are you really that tasteless?"

"Shut your mouth!" Zatoichi roared, his gray-white eyes fixed on Kuroki Keisaki's eyes, as if trying to memorize them.

At the same time, he said viciously, "I'll let you off the hook for now, woman, just you wait..."

"The next time we meet, I will kill you! I will gouge out your eyes and stuff them into your filthy mouth!"

Kuroki Keisaki laughed in anger upon hearing this, and said, "What, you're resorting to death threats when you can't win an argument? Even among men, you're probably the lowest of the low, aren't you?"

Zatoichi didn't linger. He snorted coldly, turned around, and left. The hunched and unsteady old man walked as if carrying the wind, and in a flash, he went downstairs and disappeared.

Once she was completely safe, Kuroki Keisaki closed the door and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She wrapped herself in her long hair, which gave her a sense of security, then took a deep breath and began to worry about the current situation in Tokyo.

Tokyo seems to be getting more and more chaotic while Dou Tang is away... What should I do?

Chapter 273 Kashima Yonzō

After leaving Kuroki Keisaki's house, Zatoichi continued his journey.

He walked onto the street, glanced back at the floor where Kuroki Keizaki was, and there was no smile on his sinister face.

This was his first time dealing with Tokyo's monsters, and he hadn't expected them to be so troublesome, and so... disappointing.

He had originally thought that the Tokyo monster would fight him after his excessive provocation, but he didn't expect it to only threaten and mock him. Those vicious words made Zatoichi feel that he was being looked down upon.

Are the monsters in Tokyo really this arrogant?

He walked into a small parking lot in the alley. These small parking lots are common in Tokyo, usually found in the gaps between residential buildings, with only enough space to park a few cars.

Zatoichi walked up to the only car in the parking lot, opened the door and got in. In the driver's seat was a man in a black suit.

"Lord Zatoichi." The man in the black suit nodded slightly, glancing at Zatoichi through the rearview mirror. "How is the situation?"

"Oh dear... she's a pretty girl who doesn't like fighting." Zatoichi let out a strange, whining laugh. "It's just that her mouth stinks. Oh well, I'll make a note of it for now."

The man in the black suit nodded, took out his phone from his inner pocket, wrote something down, and then said, "Lord Zatoichi, Kashima Inzo has sent new intelligence. Would you like to take a look?"

Zatoichi rubbed his eyes: "What are you talking about? I'm blind. Just read it out."

A blind man... I doubt anyone who has ever been in contact with Zatoichi would believe him. Those grayish-white eyes may be blind in a physiological sense, but his eerie perception as a malevolent spirit is enough to make him superior to most beings with eyes.

The man in the black suit looked down at his phone and said, "According to information from headquarters, the association's greatest asset, the great demon known as Bone Tengu, has already been deployed."

"The association's remaining influence in Tokyo, along with the exorcists under Suiten Keisaburo's command, has begun preparing to purge the evil spirits from Tokyo under official pressure."

"As for the influence of Emperor Sutoku Sankiin, it seems that he is still trying to infiltrate Nikko City."

Zatoichi nodded.

The so-called Kashima Inzo is not Kashima City in Ibaraki Prefecture, but a cult belonging to Zato City.

Back then, Emperor Sutoku sent a Shiba Inu spirit to make contact with Taira no Masakado, and Kashima no Yorizo ​​also did not miss this opportunity. The long sword with the Kashima no Yorizo ​​crest that Taira no Masakado held was a gift from Kashima.

After Taira no Masakado's defeat, Kashima no Yorizo ​​slowly began to prepare for his plan to enter Tokyo. The Tamamo-no-Mae incident was backed by Emperor Sutoku, and Kashima no Yorizo ​​chose to guard against the vulnerable Tokyo.

Kashima Shrine, which enshrines Takemikazuchi, is their headquarters.