Kimura suddenly stepped back and shook killer's body hard. The young samurai's left hand, which was too much injured, was thrown away.

Kimura first checked his clothes, but found that the clothes he had just changed after the war were dirty. The buttons were all pulled apart, and the marks engraved on his right elbow were also revealed, and his smile slowly solidified.

"host……"

Killer twisted his body again, and supported his left arm and raised his body forward and begged to his lord in fear.

"Stop me—!"

The pleading sound stopped.

There was still a ray of fear in his pupils. Killer stood still like a wooden carving, swaying backwards to the ground and swayed. His eyes swayed in the night sky with his body shaking for a few times, and then stopped.

Half-opening his mouth, he kept the mouth shape that emitted syllables, and continued to stretch back with his left hand that supported his body, lifting his back slightly off the ground, and his frozen pupils faced the sky blankly.

His chest, which was still gasping just now, no longer fluctuated.

"Do you know what I hate the most?"

Kimura's smile calmed down, and he held half of his sword again and looked down at his servant.

On his right hand holding the broken sword, the engraving made of three doomed marks seemed to shine in the darkness.

"The clothes I just changed into, and finally made me look at you with such a perfect demeanor, but you made me like this."

Kimura pulled her shirt to show the dirty area to the young samurai on the ground with an unpredictable smile.

"You don't thank me for my care and care for you, nor do you care about how perfect my demeanor is. You didn't even ask me how I survived this battle and what plans I have in the future. You will cry and keep your arms. Don't you know I can change you to a newer and stronger body?"

Kimura accused his servant of his words, but his servant fell to the ground, motionless, and even his breathing still.

"Also, none of the above is what makes me angry the most. My killer, I never dreamed that you would show this way in front of me."

Kimura angrily waved half of the sword, and a strange smile could not be stopped on her face.

"I actually made such a disgusting expression of begging for mercy. My Hiramura Kenshin would never show up."

Kimura bowed his head and approached the young samurai, looked at the killer's expression, shook his head with regret, and then waved his sword.

"I can only say that you - not perfect enough!"

Killer's left arm was removed from his body, and he fell to the ground with the original gesture, and blood slowly flowed out of the broken mouth.

Kicking away the falling arm, Kimura looked down at the young samurai who was still like a statue with regret. There was an unpredictable light in his eyes. After a while, he finally sighed.

"Oh, it seems that my ability is still insufficient, which makes your soul mixed with inferior factors. Unfortunately, I really don't have time to make a comprehensive transformation of you to fix these mistakes."

He squatted down, stretched out his right finger and tapped Killer's cheek. His skin, which had lost its light, had no original soft touch at all, and made a crisp sound under Kimura's knock.

Kimura finally felt a little bored to the killer who had no response. He fiddled with half of his body that was motionless on the ground and said slowly.

"Don't let me speak alone, at least you have to respond. Come on, relax first, relax."

With Kimura's voice, killer's skin relaxed and returned to his normal touch. Kimura no longer knocked on the puppet when he knocked on it.

"Exhale slowly... and then breathe... and then breathe... and do what I said."

Killer's chest slowly sank, and as Kimura's voice bulged, he finally returned to his breathing again.

As the body relaxed, the killer began to tremble and exhale, and then inhale, just like an athlete who had passed a marathon with his heart beating like thunder and breathing rapidly, but he had to force his breathing to slow down.

Blood suddenly spurted out from the wound on his left arm, and a force spurted out one after another, wetting the ground, as if all the blood would not stop until it dries.

Kimura had foreseeable letting go of the blood that gushed out and continued to order his servant.

"Move it, move it, look at me..."

The frozen pupils began to turn, and their eyes fell from the sky back to the master in front of them. The light of fear and pain flowed in their eyes. Killer wanted to say something, and suddenly blood spurted out from his mouth. The boy was choked by the gushing blood. The body of the trunk was lifted involuntarily. His chest tightened violently, and he tried to cough and wanted to cough out the blood, but he was disobedient and could only exhale slowly and could not cough out. Killer twisted his body and was in pain. Blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his eyes, nose, and ears.

"Okay, okay, are you very uncomfortable? I will treat you when I go back, Oh... what to do, the materials seem to be used almost all today, so killer please wait a little longer."

Unlocking the temporary hilt, Kimura threw the killer's love sword aside, spread her coat and spread it on the ground next to the killer.

Then he ignored killer's fear and begging eyes, grabbed the boy's long hair covered with dust and stains, unable to tell the color, dragged it and put it on his coat to pack it.

After the end, Kimura looked at the killer who was wrapped in a ball with only his face and long hair, and carried the young warrior with his long hair in one hand and walked leisurely toward a certain part of the forest.

The roar of ferocious beasts came from a distance, and Kimura listened happily, like a hunter returning from his body full of prey. He hummed a song and took out his cell phone from his body and called a phone number.

"Hello, this is Galan Hall."

After the phone was connected, a clear and cold woman's voice came from the opposite side.

At the sound, Kimura grinned and showed a sunny smile.

"Harrow, long time no see, I miss you so much, Miss Two Rituals."
Chapter completed!