This is also the first time Murakami Tetsuya has encountered this situation.

In the process of acting, I was completely overwhelmed by other people's momentum.

Especially in a scene with an opponent like the one just now, when you fall into the same state as before, the result can only prove one thing: the acting skills of the opponent are far superior to your own.

"Murakami-san."

Because he had to play the dead man later, Honda, wearing a bloody suit, walked straight up and stood with Tetsuya Murakami. The two of them looked at Shinta Himura in the distance.

"I also know where the supervisor found the monster. Such acting skills are indeed a bit too scary. The moment I looked at him just now, I almost thought I was really going to die."

"Honda-senpai also feels this way?"

"Hahaha, when I acted opposite some veteran actors, I often felt like I was being forced into the role."

Having said this, Honda paused for a moment, then looked at Murakami and warned: "But this is a rare and good opportunity, especially for you, Murakami, remember, you must get out of the other person's aura.

Come out, this will greatly improve your acting skills."

Murakami Tetsuya knew that the other party was instructing him as a senior, so he nodded sharply with an extremely serious expression.

"Next time, I will never lose!"

Honda smiled slightly when he heard this.

The current relationship between the two is just like Shigekura and Kiyosato in the story.

On the other side, a pair of master and apprentice also began to talk privately.

"Xintai, since you have been forcing yourself to take on the role of Kenshin, in reality, you should understand the purpose of the sword you wield. Your performance just now was very good."

"Thank you, Master."

"Also, remember to get up early tomorrow. Swordsmanship, even if you slack off for one day, will produce different results. Don't imitate your senior brother. Look at what he is like now. His swordsmanship is sparse and ordinary, and his whole person's

Most of my energy and energy have been lost, and there is no hope of recovery."

"..."

Himura Shinta lowered his head and dared not say a word.

His master and senior brother are both people he respects very much now, and he doesn't want to say anything bad about anyone.

Yukidaiba stood beside the two of them, looking at Xintai's embarrassed look, and covered his mouth with a smile.

On the upper right side of the master-disciple group.

Saito Saichi leaned against the wall, recalling the scene just now.

Outsiders watch the fun, while insiders watch the door.

The same goes for kendo.

Although the fight scene just now was set up in advance, Himura Shinta's performance was undoubtedly that of an expert. He was able to achieve the effect of drawing a sword by himself without using any auxiliary props.

"Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu? I wonder who is more powerful than Yadu?"

Saito Saichi looked at Himura Shinta, his brown pupils gleaming with excitement.

After a ten-minute break, the shooting started again.

However, compared to before, the progress this time was not as smooth.

"Props team, lay out the camellias and get ready to start shooting."

"Supervisor, the camellias are almost used up. We can almost use them for the last time."

"Just once."

After reshooting three times, Emiya decided to give it one last try.

If it doesn't work, just call it a day and come back to shoot tomorrow when the condition is better.

Murakami Tetsuya didn't speak, but silently looked at the young man in front of him who sheathed his sword.

One chance is enough!

Unlike those actors who are already famous, the lower class people are, the less they want to give up after seizing the opportunity.

Only by turning this endless pressure into motivation and constantly tempering yourself can you find a way out for yourself.

Tetsuya Murakami wants to prove himself.

He can still continue on his path as an actor.

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In the alley, the fighting continued.

Some people wield swords to protect the morality of the common people, while others simply want to survive.

My wish is nothing more than this!

Kiyosato quickly stood up, but the flying sword style was famous for its speed. After all, his speed was much slower than the sword's heart, and he could only block the first sword passively.

"I don't want to die!"

Faced with the second sword that swung at him, Qingli didn't hesitate and directly chose to avoid it.

The blade of the knife sliced ​​through the wooden window guardrail.

Qingli's eyes were full of fear.

If he had not avoided the knife just now, the blade would have cut off not the guardrail, but his own head.

Qingli gasped for air, only the desire to survive was left in her mind.

"I can't die! I don't want to die either!"

The executioner, who looked like he had come out of hell, turned around and held the knife in front of him. The cold light of the knife reflected his indifferent eyes that had lost their luster.

"give up."

"Delusional!"

Kiyosato suddenly came back to his senses from the look in Himura Kenshin's eyes. Unable to retreat, he rushed forward with a knife.

Fight for life! Fight for happiness!

Himura Kenshin just stared at this scene with cold eyes, his expression not changing at all.

Since the implementation of "Tenchu", there have been countless resisters, and this kind of thing has become commonplace.

If behind my blood-stained knife and the life I became a victim, a new era can be born where everyone can live with peace of mind, I will uphold justice and kill people righteously!

And, never hesitate!

"Can't die! I absolutely can't die now!"

After a brief fight, Qingli's abdomen and shoulders were already covered in blood.

Blood the color of red camellias continued to overflow from the wound.

"I don't want to die! I can't die either!"

Obsession made Qingli stand up from the pool of blood again and again.

This man is almost dead...

Himura Kenshin looked at this man who should have been dead, his crazy eyes full of obsession with life.

"I won't die, absolutely!"

Kiyori once again raised his sword and charged at Himura Kenshin.

At the same time, Kenshin decided to make the last move.

The moment the two sides fight.

A blood-red camellia smashed to the ground with the heroic force of a strong man breaking his arm.

The moment the figures were separated, a wound from bottom to top opened on Kenshin's cheek, and blood splattered everywhere.

Himura Kenshin's eyes were full of astonishment.

The man's swordsmanship was not superb, and he had completely seen through the sword strike just now.

What exactly is that...

"...die...don't want to die..." "I...now...still..."

The man behind him was only one step away from death, but he still said things like "I don't want to die."

Himura Kenshin stretched out his finger and wiped it on his face. Looking at the blood between his fingers, he gradually calmed down.

It seems that obsession made the man wield a knife that surpassed himself.

Obsession...

Himura Kenshin slowly turned around and walked behind the man.

Kiyosato was gradually speechless at this time. He could no longer hold the knife in his hand, so he could only slowly extend his right hand towards the camellia in front of him, as if he wanted to catch the camellia.

Just a little bit...just a little bit...
To be continued...