The Devoted Fighter

But before leaving, there were still some matters to take care of. Aside from the swordsman Rota had dealt with, four swordsmen were still alive.

Just as Hakuji was about to turn and leave, Rota spoke leisurely. "Are you planning to leave just like that? Since these fellows dared to cause you trouble once, they'll probably be even more vicious next time."

"It's fine. I'll become stronger. No matter how many times they come, I won't be afraid." Hakuji intended to spare the remaining four swordsmen, following his principle of not bringing trouble to the Soryu Dojo.

Rota closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed. "Hakuji, you're still thinking too simply."

There was nothing wrong with considering things from the Soryu Dojo's perspective, but when it came to those harboring ill intent, showing them mercy was being cruel to oneself.

"Have you considered this... What if they realize they can't defeat you and turn their attention to the people around you instead?"

Hakuji had stumbled at precisely this most crucial point in the original story. Since Rota had intervened, he could not allow such a tragedy to happen again.

Keizou and Koiyuki's gentle smiles surfaced in Hakuji's mind, and his fists clenched unconsciously. He wanted to protect them. He would never allow them to suffer even the slightest harm.

Hakuji turned to look at the four swordsmen he had knocked to the ground, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Rota saw this change in his eyes. Seeing that Hakuji had made up his mind, Rota shifted slightly aside, leaving the space to him.

Hakuji walked up to one of the swordsmen, clenched his fist tightly, and smashed it down in fury. With only two punches, he took the swordsman's life.

Hakuji, his hands stained with blood, did not stop there.