Chapter 65: The Hunt begins

–In a certain School of Swordsmanship–

Clank! Break! Drop.

"Urrgh..!!!"

An old man who seems to be the Master of the house has one of his hands cleanly cut off.

The perpetrator is a towering man with a build well enough to send someone flying with just a single punch. He is wearing a Daimyo Mask and wields a modified longsword.

"This school has gone weak. Your disciples didn't even manage to last for a few seconds. And now, you, as their master, have gone past its prime and have become an old man who can't withstand the effects of his techniques. You're no more than just a shadow of your former glory."

"What do you want…you're not just here to mock an old bone are you…Goumon."

Goumon grinned behind the mask. He then raises his sword, ready to finish the old man off as his beaten up students watch.

The old man then narrowed his eyes down.

"You wouldn't dare…"

"Huh? And why wouldn't I?"