In the eyes of others, after the tattered scabbard fell to the ground like something lubricated, Araki Sosuke was holding only a bare handle.

This unsheathed July rain is like a prop for the whole person. Above the handle of the knife, there is no such thing as a blade at all.

In the green cabin, Ken Funamura wearing a lace suit, Sousuke Araki holding a flashlight-shaped handle...

Obviously it was a life-and-death battle, but it unexpectedly revealed a bit of comicality.

"July... July rain... unsheathed..."

Seeing this delicate scene, Little Bird Yumayumi covered her mouth excitedly.

Even though she tried her best to endure it, pearl-like tears still uncontrollably poured out of her big eyes.

"This... is dangerous..."

Looking at the somewhat comical hilt in Sosuke Araki's hand, Abeji's pupils shrank, and a word was squeezed out of his throat hoarsely.

"The July rain described in "Akagi Ancient Story" is a demon sword that automatically chooses its owner, changes its form and characteristics according to the user, and cannot even be seen by those with inspiration. Because it is like the drizzle of July Changes are invisible, hence the name July rain."

Seeing Abeji's worried eyes, Yuma Tori explained to him in a low voice.

"According to records, the July rain hasn't unsheathed for seven hundred years..."

In the center of the cabin, Sousuke Araki was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the broken knife in his hand.

"Eh? This knife...isn't it rusted?"

In his sight, what he is holding in his hand is just an unremarkable, standard-style knife that can be seen everywhere.

Qiyueyu, it turns out that it is just this kind of popular goods that rely solely on the name...

Japanese swords are mainly divided into Taidao, Dadao, Wakizashi, short sword, and Naginata, among which the number of swords is the largest, and Taidao is the most famous.

There is no obvious difference between the two in terms of standard, except that the Taidao is worn with the blade down on the waist, while the sword is inserted into the belt upwards. .

Therefore, the tachi is more suitable for horse fighting, while the sword is more suitable for foot warfare.

Seeing the July rain unsheathed by Sosuke Araki, Ken Funamura, whose eyes turned white, froze...

As if the chess match was an opponent, he slightly raised the scarlet sword in his hand, and put on a posture that looked like a stab rather than a slash, and a slash rather than a slash.

The chrysanthemum character Zezong in his hand, at this time the entire blade has turned red, as if wrapped in a layer of viscous blood plasma.

"Mr. Araki... Be careful, that knife is very powerful..."

Little Bird Yumayumi reminded.

In the eyes of Kotori Yumayumi and Abeji, the resentment on the sword devoured the surrounding air like a raging flame.

"Oh...don't worry, my swordsmanship is free to pass on, but I haven't spent a penny..."

Araki Sousuke's eyes narrowed slightly, holding the handle of Qiyueyu's sword, his spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated.

"Huh..."

I saw him taking a deep breath, holding the knife in both hands, slowly raising it above his head, the blade hanging straight behind him.

As Araki Sosuke held his breath, a violent aura slowly condensed, as if all the darkness in the cabin was concentrated on him.

He once again entered the mysterious state of "transparent swordsmanship".

Seeing Sousuke Araki's actions, Abeji squeezed the corner of his clothes with excitement.

Mingming just turned his back to himself and held up a bare knife handle, but the escaping energy made him feel pain when he touched his body.

It was as if the opponent could use a sword to kill him at any time.

Beichen slashed.

In the kendo competition the year before, he was defeated by Sosuke Araki's sword.

At that time, Sousuke Araki didn't have such a calm and mysterious aura.

After two years, this guy has actually reached this level.

As expected of the man after reading the class!

It seems that my little cultivation is not enough at all...

Seeing Sousuke Araki's movements and feeling his energy, the originally quiet Kikuichimon Nozomi in Ken Funamura's hands felt like he was feeling it, and shook violently.

……

Nine hundred years ago.

"That's right, Zezong Yiwen personally forged it, and it really is a famous sword..."

The graceful and luxurious man took the delicate and elegant short sword from the hand of a man dressed as a craftsman, and played it with satisfaction.

"I am the Emperor Toba, from today onwards, you are my accessory..."

In the time when it was hanging on that person's waist, Ju Yiwen Zezong was just an accessory, showing the majesty of the emperor in front of people.

until……

"Concubine Yuzao Ai, you said, what should I give you?"

"Hee hee, Your Majesty might as well give the saber around your waist to the slave family to relieve the pain of not seeing you every day."

"Is it the chrysanthemum one character Zezong? If you like it, just use it and play with it."

The woman with the winking eyes and the alluring smile took over the exquisite tachi and unsheathed it with her slender hands.

"Your name is Juichi Nozong? Is it so short and slender that it can kill people?"

At the Battle of Nasuno, a 500,000-strong army besieged the city.

In the cage composed of three hundred and sixty scripture chains laid down by thousands of monks, masters, and onmyoji, Yuzao is no longer as charming as before.

She is holding a delicate short sword, and the nine fox tails behind her are full of resentment, covering the sky and the sun.

Under her feet, corpses were already scattered all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed...

Until a dharma arrow shining with Buddha's light penetrated her body, and the blood flowing from her heart soaked the great sword in her hand.

In this battle, Miura Jie's army used 200,000 people as sacrifices, and all the demon conquerors exhausted their cultivation, and launched Master Jianzhen's magic arrow to kill the chaotic fox demon Yuzao, whose corpse was turned into a killing stone.

Chrysanthemum Ichimonori, who tasted the taste of blood for the first time, was full.

Seven hundred years later.

"Okita-kun, it is rare to have the opportunity to choose the royal family's collection. Why did you choose this short thin-edged sword? Not to mention the actual combat losses, maybe it will be broken after a few times, it is not practical at all. In contrast, Kaga Kiyomizu this Isn't it better to have a knife..."

"Well, you don't have to worry about it, Chief. This sword is not as fragile as it looks, and it has its own unique sword skills."

The pale-faced and beautiful young man smiled mysteriously with his eyes bent.

A few years later, on a rainy night, a beautiful boy holding a sword and a gentle warrior were stalemate in the forest.

"Chief Shannan, leaving the Shinsengumi without authorization is a capital offense, please go back with the next one..."

"Sorry, Okita-kun, I can't go back..."

The conversation was still between the two of them back then.

However, he could only face each other with blades~lightnovelpub.net~ Having said that, the man named Keisuke Shannan pulled out the tachi in his hand with a gentle expression.

It seems that this is just a normal competition in the Shinsengumi group, not a battle of life and death.

"Zheng."

Seeing him draw the sword, Chief Director Okita also drew out the exquisite chrysanthemum patterned sword in his hand, and made a gesture of stabbing rather than slashing.

"I, Beichen, have a knife, and I always only take one knife... If I can stop my knife, I will go back with you."

Jingsuke Shannan slowly raised the long sword over his head and hung it behind him.

His whole body sank, and he was as weak and invisible as water, making people feel no killing intent.

However, Mr. Okita knows that the calmer the sea, the more turbulent the undercurrent is...

And beneath that undercurrent, there is a hidden monster that chooses and devours people.

In the memory of Ju Yiwen Zezong, Shannan Jingsuke's figure with both hands over the top, ready to go, spanned nearly two hundred years of time and space, and gradually overlapped with the blond man on the opposite side.

Waking up from a deep sleep for many years, it once again encountered the familiar genre of Beichen Yidaoliu.

However, time turns, but things are already different.

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