Rust - Chapter 177



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RUST -177

Old man. Shinta Kadama aimed his sword.

“You… What are you doing?”

Srrrrrrrr

Maru also slowly drew his sword. As the black blade was revealed, the murderous aura that was already emanating from him became more intense.

‘This guy?!’

Kadama Shinta himself lived a life in which he did not hesitate to get blood on his sword, but this guy was not the type to get blood on his sword.

I could tell because I had experienced various killing intents. This was not the kind of killing intent that a person could exude. How much blood was on that black blade?

“It’s a demon wearing a mask.”

A voice that sounded like it was ridiculous came out from behind the mask.

“Oni is a piece of shit. There’s nothing he can’t say to a sane person. Old man. What kind of relationship do you have with those Chinese kids? You’re looking for an appointment and all?”

“What are you? Why do you have that!”

Maru shrugged his shoulders at the old man’s seizure. It seemed like he was talking about Chinese hiding equipment.

“By the way, let’s not change the subject. I think the old man knows why there are so many Chinese kids here. Why don’t you tell him that story?”

The pitch-black blade shook violently.

The tip of the sword moved as if to say, “Come in.” “Are you scared?” “No. Come in.”

The old man’s eyes sank deeply.

You could tell just by looking at that reckless blade tip. That guy was a groundless guy. Even if the purpose of swordsmanship was to kill, there had to be at least a minimum of courtesy.

This was especially true for one-on-one encounters like now. Since we are enemies risking our lives and sharing swords, wouldn’t it be more appropriate to show courtesy? That is, if the person watching the end is the other person.

But he didn’t have any of that. Not a shred of hesitation, not a shred of respect, not a shred of seriousness about risking his life. He had the air of a butcher. He had the gesture of slaughtering the next animal to be slaughtered.

The old man was offended by every single one of the bastard’s actions.

“You baseless bastard. You are nothing more than a murderer. You are not a swordsman.”

“···Grandpa. Do you have dementia? You said you were coming a little while ago? Why aren’t you answering my questions and are you talking nonsense? Why are there so many Chinese kids?”

It was an old man who took a pause in response to Maru’s question.

“grandfather!”

The children who had been hiding to one side shouted for their grandfather as they saw the old man getting into a fighting stance. The children, who looked to be middle school students at best, were looking at him with bated breath.

“Grandpa. I’ll tell you this in advance. I’m not very good at being gentle, so I don’t want to tear you to pieces in front of the kids.”

“······.”

It was an old man who glared at Maru with sunken eyes despite his warning.

“Grandpa just pulled out a knife and that’s why, I was a little upset so I was going to tell you a story about Chinese kids. But come to think of it, it’s not something I really need to know. If Grandpa has too much power, why don’t you save it and use it on cockroaches?”

I don’t know if it’s because there’s only a grandfather, but it seems like the peace and comfort of the elderly is not there when they’re watching the kids.

“Your sword smells like blood.”

“······.”

Maru was dumbfounded by the old man’s response. Isn’t it natural for a knife that cuts all sorts of things to smell like blood? Does the old man’s knife smell like flowers?

An old man who hints at his intention to attack Maru regardless.

“For the sake of the children. We cannot allow a murderer like you to wander around in the chaotic times ahead.”

“No… fuck. Make sense. I said I’d cut the wheels for the sake of the kids.”

Maru was starting to get annoyed. So, Director Choi was in a similar situation. He was looking for the root cause and something, and then he left.

This is what happens when you meet someone who has been practicing kendo for a long time. Why is this old man acting like this when he hasn’t even seen me use my sword?

“For the children! For the future! Now. I will kill you here and now!”

“This is driving me crazy. Seriously.”

He suddenly drew his sword first, and then suddenly started saying things like “I’m going to kill you”, and now he’s going to kill you for the sake of the children’s future? Maru seriously wondered if the old man had dementia.

“Hey kids. Does your grandfather have dementia?”

“······.”

“······.”

The children were looking at Maru like a demon king. The children were cheering on their heroic grandfather with solemn eyes.

Wasn’t a middle school student old enough to be able to distinguish right from wrong? No, would you just watch your grandfather suddenly call a normal person a sly monster and kill them? Are you all crazy?

“What are you guys doing? Are you guys going crazy as a group? Or is there a family history of intelligence problems? Grandpa, don’t you stop me?”

“······.”

“······.”

The old man responded to Maru’s absurdity.

“Yamatsuki-ryu 9th Dan, Shintada Kadama. You! Show your face proudly!”

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‘They’re kids and a crazy old man. I can’t understand them.’

Okay. Get out.

A thick murderous aura began to flow out of Maru’s body.

The first thing that came to the old man’s mind when he came into contact with that life was death.

Die.

That’s what the old man felt.

There was no need for evaluation or interpretation. There was no need for understanding. The bastard’s will to live was simply death itself.

Kendo 9th degree. It’s been 65 years since I first held a sword. The feeling of the wooden sword in my hands when I was 5 years old led to the memory of winning the elementary school kendo competition when I was 10.

The memory of him, who was the strongest in the province and the strongest in the country, swallowing the brunt of three years by winning second place in the middle school individual event flashed through my mind.

After winning the high school individual event and defeating his 3-year rival, he has lived as the strongest swordsman in the Kanto region since college.

In the shadows, it was Kidama Shinta who was in charge of the family’s sword and military power. In order to expand the family’s influence to Guangdong, China, Taiwan, and Southeast Asia, he took a Chinese woman as his wife.

He was even preparing to marry off his granddaughter to join hands with the Southern Chinese military. For the sake of the Kidama family’s emergency. For its continuation. And in the end, to achieve revenge for the family.

But… before he could avenge his family, death came first. Death in human form stood before him.

Originally, I had planned to counter his attacks. However, I wasn’t sure how long I could endure such a thick murderous intent.

‘Should I make a first move?’

I was aiming for a latecomer, but should I change it?

In that brief moment of choice, the bastard’s murderous intent began to spread in all directions. Children exposed to the murderous intent collapsed, urinating themselves. Children passed out, foaming at the mouth. The children were in danger.

“You! Stop!”

A shout to shake off the fear of death!

Kiyooo …

The old man dragged out his entire life and threw every blow at the scorpion.

Creepy!

Over 60 years of accumulated experience have warned us like crazy.

Die. The old man ignored the warning that he would die no matter how fast he went.

For the kids!

Donggwijin.

Don’t let go of the sword. Even if my body gets cut off or my arm falls off, I will go with you!

In that desperate blow, Maru scattered his swords with one hand.

Whoosh- a black solid line is drawn

Lid-

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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

!!!!!

One severed sword… and then two… spun around in the air before falling.

Pok- pok-

The old man’s sword, cleanly cut.

A woman holding a long, truncated sword next to an old man.

The old man shouted in surprise at the sight of a woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“Kiriko! Take the kids and run away!”

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When I told him to stop bothering me and get lost, the old man started to get even more upset.

Kiyooo …

The old man rushed in with a mad scream.

It was a blow that made you feel like you were skilled at cutting rice for a long time.

But it wasn’t just a single blow, it was a double blow.

‘Donggwijin?’

Why on earth are you doing this?

Ah, I don’t know, fuck. Either die or not.

It was a roughly cut floor.

Whoosh-

A sensation felt at the same time as the swordsman’s swing. A woman who approached very quickly got in the way of the swordsman’s swing. The pitch-black blade, ignoring the pressure to slightly dodge and slicing straight through, cut through the two obstacles blocking the way.

‘Huh?’

The woman who just barged in. She was pretty quick.

Is it drugs? Berserker pole or crystal?

‘The eyes···.’

It wasn’t the typical red pupil of a drug addict. Then what is this girl? Is she strange? She says she swung the sword roughly, but did she change the trajectory of the swing? Is she like Director Yoo?

“Kiriko! Take the kids and run away!”

The woman who heard the old man’s words pretended not to hear and spoke while keeping a wary look on Maru.

“Miyako. Take care of your grandfather.”

“What about your sister?”

“I’ll catch up with you shortly. Take care of Grandpa.”

“Okay. Come quickly.”

‘Let go. Miyako. Your sister. Your sister is in danger. Oniya. I mean Oniya!’

‘That’s not a human, it’s a monster in human skin!’

‘Rather, it should be me. I should stop it. Let go!’

‘Now is the time. We have to cut it now. We have to cut it before it’s too late! Now is the time!’

The old man shouted desperately, but it was no use. As the unconscious children and the younger sister who was taking care of the old man moved away, the woman called Kiriko lowered the severed sword she was aiming at and lowered her head.

“My name is Kiriko Kadama. I’m sorry. I’ve been in a lot of trouble.”

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Maru laughed in vain.

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The commander looked at John Smith with a puzzled expression.

“Is that true now?”

“Why would you lie in this situation?”

You have to tell a story that makes sense scientifically. World PMC Director Yoo got younger. Is he crazy because he’s obsessed with oriental fantasy novels?

“My story is true. Look at this here.”

John Smith put down the transmitter. He fiddled with the screen, not paying attention to the blood-splattered spots here and there, and a picture appeared. The face of a woman who looked to be in her late 30s. The commander also recognized her.

“So? Is that the face that says the secret to aging, or eternal life, or something like that? You know that Asians look young, right? Even if they look like they’re in their late 30s, they might actually be in their 40s or 50s.”

“Look at the following.”

The face on the screen changed. Anyone can see it. It looks younger. The vitality in the face was completely different from the previous photo. It was as if the season had changed from fall to summer.

“What the…?”

“Please keep watching.”

The seasons have changed. From fall to late summer, late summer to midsummer, and now it feels like the freshness of early spring. How can this happen? How? Is it computer graphics? Retouching?

John Smith watched the confused commander with admiration. He took out his cell phone and started the recording file.

[···Cool··· Yes. You’re right. Some of the refugees did surprisingly well···.]

The voice of Lieutenant Colonel Gilbert Brown flowed out.

“What is this?”

“This is a recording of my conversation with Lieutenant Colonel Gilbert Brown. Listen carefully.”

[Is there anyone who has become younger like Director Yoo?]

[···There was no such person.]

[I see. So you mean that they did a great job? Does that mean that they became strong and showed superhuman strength?]

[···Cough···Cough. Yeah. I wouldn’t have survived without them. Didn’t you see them too? The mutants and those monster cats···.]

Even though there was still quite a bit left, John Smith quickly stopped the phone.

“So things get a little complicated.”

“······.”

“As you can see from the documents, there are circumstances in which Japan cooperated with China. And it has been revealed that there are traitors in our military as well.”

“······.”

“The information I have found so far is that among those who survived the hellish Japan after the great disaster, there were people who changed in some way, whether through mutation or evolution. And unfortunately, it is highly likely that China, which had ties to Japan, knew about this information first and sent in special forces.”

“It must be to capture those kinds of people.”

Behind John Smith’s glasses, his mad blue eyes glowed.

“Will they only target the evolved ones? They will try to recruit important scientists, engineers, and even their families. They have already taken quite a few people to China.”

“What do you want to say?”

“I also spoke to Colonel Greenfield at the forward base.”

“······.”

“Others can be missed. But never. Never. Director Yu must not be missed. Not a single hair. Not a single drop of blood. Everything. Our United States must have it.”

No matter what they plan or what they do, it must be our United States that wins.