Mash-Up Anime World: Adopted by the Sawamura Family

Damn! That was such a badass line!

Everyone instinctively clenched their fists, feeling an overwhelming urge to punch Akira. Wasn't this the kind of problem people dreamt of having?

"No matter how skilled one is, even if they can dodge bullets, they can't dodge artillery."

"I practice martial arts and swordsmanship primarily for my health."

"It's not about proving who's the toughest."

"And certainly not to gain fame."

"I've always been a pacifist."

"I dislike unnecessary fighting."

"Otherwise, I would have joined the Nihon Kengokai long ago."

Akira's calm demeanor and refined presence captivated everyone's attention.

"In Longguo's Shuowen Jiezi, the definition of 'martial' is 'to stop violence.'"

"My second reason for practicing is to ensure that, when dealing with unreasonable idiots, I can make them sit down and listen to reason."

"After all, even the most hot-tempered individual will calmly listen when a gun is aimed at their head."

"The same principle applies to my sword."

"Of course, lunatics are an exception."

Akira's humorous tone lightened the mood, bringing chuckles from the crowd.

Pfft!

Laughter rippled through the banquet hall as everyone stole glances at Shimizu Masato, who was shifting uncomfortably, sweat forming on his brow.

No one had expected that this seemingly unremarkable young man, thought to be nothing more than a pretty-boy living off women, was actually a concealed predator—a young tiger just waiting to pounce.

"Akira, I'm curious—what exactly is this Kengokai?"

"It's a league of people who dedicate their lives to the sword."

"The public thinks the highest rank in kendo is the ninth dan."

"But beyond that, there's an elite, hidden level—the Kengou, the swordmasters."

"Reaching that level means transcending human limits, much like those monstrous Tougisha in underground fighting leagues."

"The test for becoming a Kengou is simple: using an ordinary iron sword, one must slice through steel as if it were paper."

"This is why a rogue Kengou is incredibly dangerous."

"A single strike is all it takes to kill."

"In a densely populated city, a swordmaster could take more lives in a shorter time than a bullet."

Upon hearing this, many unconsciously stepped back, putting distance between themselves and the renowned swordmaster, Todo Masamune.

Due to the authorities' strict control over information, even among the upper-class elites, few truly understood the terror of a Kengou.

Tonight, they finally grasped the gravity of it.

"As for my Tai'a," Akira continued, "when I first obtained it, I wanted to test its sharpness."

"The hardest material in nature is diamond."

"Would any of the ladies here be willing to lend me a diamond accessory?"

"I do!"

"Here, catch!"

A striking woman with long, crimson hair and red eyes, dressed in a flowing purple off-shoulder gown, swiftly removed her diamond necklace and tossed it toward Akira.

Swish!

A flash of dazzling white light streaked through the air.

The moment it passed, a crisp ringing sound echoed through the hall.

Crack!

The necklace's pigeon-egg-sized diamond split perfectly in half mid-air, both pieces free-falling toward the thick carpet below.

Gasp!

The entire hall fell into stunned silence, the sound of collective sharp intakes of breath filling the air.

The atmosphere became so tense that one could hear a pin drop.

Many guests, especially the men, looked at Akira with newfound fear and wariness.

Casually tossing his sword into the air, Akira spun it effortlessly, performing a graceful flourish before the blade slid perfectly back into its sheath.

This flawless display of skill left all the women—young and old—wide-eyed, admiration shimmering in their gazes.

"Akira, that was incredible!"

"I wish I had recorded it!"

"Seina, I'll show you again later."

"But I'll use an ordinary sword next time."

"Using Tai'a for tricks would be an insult to its legacy."

"Really?! I'll make sure to bring my best camera!"

Watching the warm exchange between Akira and Seina—his gentle smile, the effortless way he spoiled her—the other girls could barely contain their jealousy.

Meanwhile, across the room, Seina's father, the ever-dignified Takuma Kashiwazaki, nearly ground his teeth to dust.

Had he known this brat was hiding such power, he would never have let his daughter get close to him!

Regret filled his heart.

"Lord Shimizu, do you think your Tougisha can last more than a few strikes against me?"

Akira calmly held Tai'a in front of him, a serene smile on his lips.

But to Masato, that smile was the embodiment of pure intimidation.

Did he even need to answer?

Akira had just sliced through a diamond like it was tofu.

Even with all their genetic enhancements and training, no Tougisha could match the hardness of a diamond.

In the confined space of the ring, they would be slaughtered instantly.

Who would willingly sign up for a death match against Akira?

Getting rid of him would require something far beyond a mere underground fight.

As Akira himself had said—perhaps artillery would do the trick.

But this was Japan. Guns were illegal.

And on top of that, Akira had the backing of Longguo.

After weighing the odds, Masato quickly decided: There was no winning this.

Faced with a monster disguised as a young man, it wasn't cowardice to retreat—it was survival.

Besides, everyone would see Shimizu's retreat as a wise move.

Only a fool would challenge a man wielding the legendary Tai'a sword.

"This is a great honor for you, Akira."

"Grandmother, Tai'a is just a sword."

"Ultimately, it depends on the wielder."

"Besides, times have changed."

No longer were swords symbols of war.

But tonight, Akira had shown that even in a modern world, one blade—held in the right hands—could still silence an entire room.

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