Type-Moon Assassination Fist 25
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 25
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 25 Probing for Messages
Kuzuki, after leaving the Yihong Courtyard (as depicted in “The Red Chamber”), immediately changed into a more ancient style of attire.
He donned a black samurai outfit adorned with armor for easier mobility and wore a hat to conceal his short hairstyle.
This was the Qing Dynasty, and people in society were all wearing long strides, but unlike Kuzuki’s perception, he only had long hair on the front part of his head, not shaved or tied back. This was different from historical accuracy as well.
Due to the delayed nature of ancient information dissemination, Kuzuki had no choice but to spend a considerable amount of time gathering intelligence.
The bustling tea houses, vibrant restaurants, and even the noisy gambling dens were constantly filled with people from all sorts of places, each carrying valuable tidbits of news that Kuzuki was determined to collect.
Additionally, he drained a significant amount of his resources by obtaining information from street-level informants.
Among the most crucial pieces of information were two: First, that the Band of beggars had gathered numerous skilled individuals in Guanzhong (a city near Canton), seemingly preparing to confront someone. Second, that the Qing Dynasty’s forces had successfully quashed the Long-haired Bandits’ rebellion and was returning to Beijing.
Drawing from Kuzuki’s memory of the plot, it is not difficult to deduce that subsequently, Zhao Wuji would be involved in an affair with Senggelinqin (the Manchu-Mongol prince and general of the Qing Dynasty) in Canton. The Beggar Sect was preparing for his assassination.
By nightfall,
Kuzuki was silently following a beggar from a distance, his movements resembling that of a ghost.
The beggar was highly vigilant and kept turning around to check behind him for any stalking parties. After wandering through several neighborhoods, he eventually stopped outside the walls of a City God Temple (Taoist temple) in the West District.
This City God Temple had been neglected for many years, its walls collapsing halfway and overgrown with weeds.
Despite its decay, a faint light could be seen filtering through the temple’s doors, casting shadows of people on the walls.
The temple guard allowed visitors only if they were recognized individuals.
Hidden behind a wall that had long been patched up, Kuzuki observed the beggar entering the City God Temple after a moment’s hesitation and raised an eyebrow.
Flashing in the dark, Kuzuki approached from a blind alley while remaining undetected.
As a shadowy figure, he observed each guard’s area of alertness before making his move. He realized that no matter how he moved, there would always be someone nearby to watch him.
Creating an opening where none existed was the key strategy here.
Kuzuki used a technique mentioned countless times in scripts.
He pulled out one thousand two hundred silver coins, his arm quivering slightly as the coins floated to a visible spot on the ground.
After a moment or so, one of the guards accidentally looked over where the coins had landed and raised an eyebrow before glancing around suspiciously.
A quiet environment surrounded by silence; even crickets could not be heard.
One thousand two hundred taels of silver coins lay motionless far from the center.
“If discovered, these one thousand two hundred taels might have to split them evenly; even a single coin might be lost.”
The guard struggled internally for three seconds before making a decision.
“You scum! I’ve never seen so much money in my life! Upon seeing the silver coins, I immediately called someone; don’t worry about any plot!”
He moved with an air of indifference as if he were doing nothing.
With a foot planted firmly on the location of the silver coins, he suddenly bent down and began to pick them up while the guards weren’t paying attention.
His fingers touched the silver coins momentarily before his mind relaxed slightly.
One thousand two hundred taels in hand!
However, as he was about to wrap the coins into his waistband and yell for help, consciousness faded suddenly.
This method is indeed foolproof.
A single strike knocked him out instantly; Kuzuki reached down to grab him as he fell, preventing others from hearing his noise. He then tucked the silver coins into his waistband and quietly dragged the fallen guard away to a dark corner.
In less than a dozen seconds, he was ready for battle, low to the ground as he emerged from behind the wall.
The time passed so quickly that no other guards noticed his absence, and with the dim light, they couldn’t even realize their own companion had been betrayed.
There were six guards in total.
Two were talking casually; the remaining three were positioned to the east, south, and north respectively. After calculating silently, they realized it was impossible to hide from everyone without alerting those inside the temple.
They had no choice but to use a different plan.
Disguised as a guard, Kuzuki moved with ease and grace, acting as if he were wandering around casually. When passing by the City God Temple (Taoist temple), he quickly darted upward like a bird of heaven, using his agility to land on the roof from below without drawing anyone’s attention.
“How much can you hear is up to you; it depends on when they realize we’re missing a guard.” Kuzuki pressed firmly against the wall with his fingers, exerting all his body strength to hold onto the surface. At the same time, he moved every inch of his body on the walls below, as if crawling.
The window was cracked and rotten; it couldn’t block out light or keep rain in. Moreover, it blocked Kuzuki’s sight entirely now.
Since he was upside down, his vision was also inverted.
People can see a group hanging from the ceiling, with one old man seated nearby and two beautiful women wearing long swords.
“Zhao Wuji is the person who killed our leader and even took out several generals of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, bringing dishonor to us, Beggars Sect, and making everyone in The Martial Arts World look down on us. We must avenge this!” The old man, with sparse beard and a white robe, spoke aloud, drawing cheers from everyone around him.
“That’s right! We must kill Zhao Wuji!”
“Not killing him won’t show our Beggars Sect’s sincerity.”
“Elder Mo, just tell us what to do, and we’ll listen.”
The crowd was filled with anger and excitement, focusing intently on Elder Mo.
“Senggelinqin (Manchu-Mongol prince and general of the Qing Dynasty) is a greedy and promiscuous man who would definitely engage in flings with prostitutes when he comes to Guangzhou City. Zhao Wuji, however, has become close to Senggelinqin, so he might also join him. Ru Shuang, this could be an opportunity for you.” Elder Mo touched his beard and glanced at Ru Shuang, holding back a comment.
“Uncle Mo, Zhao Wuji killed my parents, and I have no choice but to kill him!” Ru Shuang opened her mouth.
“You’re brave enough for us. Zhao Wuji’s Innate True Qi is formidable; even all of us together might not be able to overcome him. We should also take some precautions.” Elder Mo sighed and continued, “To kill Zhao Wuji, we shouldn’t care about The Martial Arts World’s rules at all this time. I’ve brought Heartbreak Poison with me. Once I drop it on his food, he’ll lose a lot of strength even if he doesn’t die.”
“With someone like Zhao Wuji, we don’t need to worry about The Martial Arts World’s rules at all. As long as we kill him, we can use whatever means necessary!” A Beggars Sect disciple said.
Elder Mo nodded and said, “Brother Arq strong, lead a group of brothers to wait there on the road where Zhao Wuji is leaving. If we fail, our men can help us out.”
“Yes.” Brother Arq nodded seriously.
Elder Mo was about to say more when a shout came from outside.
“Enemies are approaching! Everyone stay alert!”
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