Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 454 - 263: Kill

Brian bore the obsessions of six Ninja from Japan.

Among them, the strongest obsession belonged to a fellow named Yagyuu Ittou.

The gift from his obsession was almost equivalent to that of his great-uncle Billy, and the content of the obsession was rather simple: patricide!

The man longed to kill his father, Yagyuu Kojirou.

The remaining five Ninja had initially accompanied Yagyuu Ittou to Los Angeles to challenge Brian’s younger brother.

Their obsessions were also straightforward: kill their master!

All five of them shared the same master, a man named Yamamoto Taku.

This meant that Brian only needed to kill these two men to fulfill all six obsessions at once.

These Ninja from Japan had a very high drop rate.

Previously, Brian had unexpectedly encountered Shinnozuke, the leading Ninja of the Dark Sect that had killed Yagyuu Ittou’s group. After killing him, Brian not only obtained various master-level fighting skills but also learned about something called the Mad Blood Plan from them.

Yagyuu Ittou’s group of young Ninja were victims of this plan.

The Mad Blood Plan was similar to the phenomenon Brian had encountered previously in the White Elephant Country, intertwining Mutants and Enhancers. However, one was gathered through religious faith, while the other was forced together through threats of violence, displaying some differences between them.

But they shared one thing in common: a high drop rate.

Coming all the way across the ocean just to kill two seemed somewhat inappropriate.

Brian wanted to test his limits.

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Brian had investigated Yagyuu Kojirou and Yamamoto Taku a long time ago.

Both men were very famous in Japan.

Yagyuu Kojirou was the head of the Yagyuu family, controlling Japan’s largest organized crime group, the Yamaguchi Group, essentially the leader of the underworld.

However, this organized crime group was relatively more formal; not only were full members required to wear suits, but they also had their operational logic and companies involving in adult film production, community property management, high-interest loans, nightclubs, dining, etc., and during festivals and holidays, they would even give gifts to the community or sponsor poor students to attend good universities.

Many people even felt that joining the organized crime group was a job, and a promising one at that.

Of course, this refers to the larger syndicates, which owned many businesses. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Otherwise, joining a small group, a middle-aged, down-and-out boss might take you to secretly fish at sea to sustain livelihoods through selling octopus balls or seafood ramen.

As for Yamamoto Taku.

He was also very famous, acclaimed as a modern Sword Saint in Japan, fond of appearing on shows performing feats like slicing tennis balls and blank bullets with a wooden sword.

These two had a close personal relationship and had established a Kendo Headquarters at the foot of Mount Fuji, identifying talented young individuals for training. Many police inspectors were also members of the Kendo association.

This group formed a complex network of connections.

From Brian’s memories, although he could recognize the appearances of Yagyuu Kojirou and Yamamoto Tako through the obsession readings, he could not pinpoint their locations. Therefore, his destination was that very Kendo Headquarters - the Organized Crime Sword Training Center.

The place was well-known, surrounded by numerous cherry trees, often attracting tourists who came to camp and take photos, and it even had a dedicated bus route.

While riding the railcar, Brian encountered a group of well-dressed, lively Japanese middle school students.

They were discussing their upcoming visit to the sword training center in their sportswear.

Some also talked about planning to sign up for karate class during the summer vacation.

One person’s name suddenly caught Brian’s attention.

A girl sitting in the front row said enviously to her companion, "I heard that Matsushita Yamaichi has great talent and has become an official disciple of the Organized Crime Sword Training Center, joining the school’s Kendo club. With this experience, his university life will be much easier."

Her companion nodded enviously, "I really hope to be Yamaichi’s girlfriend. That would certainly be prestigious."

Their conversation resonated with the group of students.

In their eyes, their classmate Matsushita Yamaichi was a natural Kendo prodigy, not only proficient in various sports, outshining these ordinary folks, but also incredibly lucky, always the envy of others.

Listening to the students’ idle gossip.

Brian realized that Japan’s official organizations were deliberately steering the public towards a martial spirit, inciting the inherent aggression in the new generation’s genes.

This might also be a part of the Mad Blood Plan.

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Got off the railcar.

The stop was located at River Mouth Lake.

Across the lake, one could see a mountain peak resembling a cone without a tip, its summit white, its base a dark green, crowned with rolling white clouds, giving off a desolate feeling under the sunshine’s reflection.

Brian took a deep breath.

The air here was indeed nice.

The soil around Mount Fuji was nutrient-rich, leading to lush vegetation in the area.

At this time, it was the tail end of the autumn foliage season; everywhere was drenched in hues of yellow and red. Standing by the lakeside path, walking on fallen leaves, being there indeed felt somewhat like a scene out of a manga.

But looking further wasn’t as good.

It felt somewhat petty.

The Extreme Sword Dojo was located across River Mouth Lake, at the foot of Mount Fuji.

There was a ferry nearby.

Brian followed the group of students and boarded the ferry.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old blonde saw Brian, who had been following them since the earlier tram ride, and struck up a conversation, "Mister, are you going to the Extreme Sword Dojo too?"

Usually, those climbing the mountain would start from the trails in Yamanshi Prefecture or Shizuoka Prefecture, and for lake tours, there were specific cruises and ferry points, so the other’s purpose probably aligned with theirs.

Brian nodded, "Yes."

Seeing him engage, the blonde’s friend said with a smile, "Mister, you came in vain. Visiting the Extreme Sword Dojo is only available once a week, not usually open. We also came because a classmate invited us; his name is Matsushita Yamaichi, the kendo talent of our school."

A girl also nodded, "Thanks to classmate Yamaichi, we’re here representing our school to cheer for his first battle, which earned us the invitation. Mister, you might as well go back directly later; getting chased away would be quite embarrassing."

Brian shook his head, "I’m not a tourist."

Saying this.

He suddenly stood up, walked to the deck, looked into the distance, then announced to the crowd, "Today isn’t suitable for a visit. Your classmate Yamaichi probably won’t have the chance for any first battle either. Better head back soon; you might still have a chance to enjoy the rice balls your mothers rolled for you."

The crowd looked puzzled.

The next moment.

Brian leaped down, plunging into the lake.

Everyone on the boat gasped and rushed to the deck.

Little did they know, a figure moved across the water like a furious speedboat, pushing white spray to each side, approaching a raised platform on the opposite shore at an exaggerated speed.

On that platform, an old man with a topknot had a sense of something.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his gaze piercing as he looked toward the sprinting Brian.

Before his arrival, an unmistakable aura of slaughter enveloped the area.

The old man’s expression changed slightly as he slowly stood up, making a sword-drawing gesture towards Brian, who was still a hundred meters away, "Who are you!"

"Dark Sect!"

"Shinnozuke!"

"Your killer!"

As his words fell, Brian instantly crossed the hundred-meter span of the lake, his right hand transforming into a blade, surging up with killing intent, thrusting forward from five meters away in a direct stab!

Boom~

The sound of a sonic boom burst forth.

A mass of water, driven by the air blast, formed a gigantic water blade lunging toward the old man.

"Is this.."

On the cruise, everyone was dumbstruck.

Were they watching a movie now?