"What's the meaning of this?"
One ear, Matsushita Ichijirou, his fierce eyes, now seemed much clearer.
His eyes, heavy with intensity, watched Brian, who was casually handling the tachi.
That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?
Even unarmed, he wouldn't dare say he could kill Koyanagi Inuburou, who held a sword, within seconds, yet this pretty boy's speed was so fast!
Brian tore open the somewhat bothersome shirt, revealing a well-proportioned, eye-catching upper body: "What I mean is, there's no need to waste time on trash."
"Bastard!"
A Female Ninja, glaring angrily at Brian: "Koyanagi Inuburou is not trash, you bastard!"
Brian exerted force with his palm, snapping the excessively sharp but insufficiently tough tachi, throwing it before the Japanese ninjas: "You misunderstand. I didn't mean Koyanagi Inuburou is trash. What I meant was, every one of you, in front of me, is trash!"
