In 1638, Kyushu, Shimabara Peninsula.

The meandering white sandy beach was dripping with weeping rain, and after the waves faded, blood-colored foam remained.

The samurai, whose body was covered in sticky blood and whose appearance was unrecognizable, walked on the beach barefoot with a blank expression.

The two knives in his hands turned into silver lights, cutting through the raindrops falling in the air.

...and cut open the body of the enemy in front of him.

With every swing of his sword, someone's head, limbs, and body must be cut off cleanly.

When he came, the long and winding beach had been dyed red by the dilapidated corpses along the road.

Even the waves that washed up on the beach, the red color that could not be washed away no matter what.

On the road in front of him, men holding long knives, scythes, hoes, brooms and other weapons, and looking at death with their eyes, rushed towards him one after another while shouting the name of a certain "Lord".

And all he needs to do is to wipe off the blood that obscures his vision, and then use the sword, the sword, and the sword...

As long as he draws his sword, these people will fall like "weeds".

Kill, kill, kill until you run out of energy and get killed.

This is his life.

"... Your Excellency, have you noticed what the crow in the sky is saying?"

At the end of the "weeds", a young and handsome young man stood in front of him.

Standing in front of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the young man's whole body was exuding a delicate and holy temperament, as if the disgusting blood around him had nothing to do with him.

Matsumoto Ginji raised his eyelids numbly, but responded with his sword.

He didn't have the habit of chatting with "weed".

For the first time, his sword was blocked.

"They are saying, hurry up and die, do you hear... Ten thousand people will kill silver times."

The sword in the boy's hand intersected with him, but his eyes remained on the crows hovering in the sky.

"……Who are you?"

The man spoke hoarsely.

A person who can take his own sword is entitled to be known by name...

Then, go to die.

"Amakusa Shiro Tokisada... Probably, it's the master, guide the way."

There was a golden light burning in the boy's eyes.

"...And this one is my partner, the Great Luyuan Snake God."

Behind the young man, a large snake rose from the waves of blood and stood more than ten meters high, with a crimson light that was completely different from the young man's eyes.

...

In the dark warehouse, Sosuke Araki and Ginji Matsumoto stood with swords.

"Beichen is a slasher, an unknown pawn, see the reference!"

After the "stage name" was reported, Sousuke Araki, who was wearing stockings on his head, was slightly sweaty while holding the sword.

The aura of the man holding the sword on the opposite side was as smooth and flawless as a rock that had been impacted by a waterfall for thousands of years.

The indifferent killing intent in the opponent's eyes was far more invisible than that of the Azure Dragon Sabre Squadron, and it had reached the point where killing people was as natural as breathing and drinking.

Also holding a pair of knives, claiming to be "the first-class in two days", but he has completely exploded the little white face of Abe Temple a hundred times.

**

"Ahhh!!!"

Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward.

Kneeling in front of the TV, someone who was doing "daily practice" sneezed fiercely, only to notice that there were many more dazed stars in his line of sight.

"Hey... Could it be that you have overtrained recently and caught a cold?"

Wiping his nose with a tissue, someone turned his attention back to the TV screen.

"Then adjust your schedule and watch only eight hours a day."

**

In the darkness, without any extra words, Matsumoto Ginji moved first.

The concise, bright, soft light like water pierced through the dark warehouse and went straight to Sousuke Araki's neck.

As soon as he made a move, he was about to kill people.

Impressively, it was the one who decapitated Higashino Yukihei with one sword, Ertian First-Class, Five Wheels, Water Volume.

Araki Sosuke, who held the knife over the top, seemed to be cooperating well with him, turned slightly to the side, and avoided the knife by the slightest margin.

The Azure Dragon Sword in his hand is not long enough, and the two swords in the opponent's hand are of an "extra-spec" size. Before closing the distance, he could not counterattack.

The **** killing intent radiating from the opponent constantly stimulated Sousuke Araki's keen intuition.

He seemed to have seen countless mourning lives that had passed away under that sword.

Is this really the kendo that existed in the age of peace?

Before I could think about it, a blood flower bloomed on Sousuke Araki's left arm.

Drops of blood slowly flowed down his arm, staining the Azure Dragon Blade in his hand red.

Even with a clear mind, he still couldn't completely escape the mysterious sword of the opponent.

"What a nameless guy..."

In the darkness, Matsumoto Ginji smiled grimly, as if he no longer intends to continue the test.

"Your Excellency is qualified, look at my strongest sword!"

Before he could finish speaking, he folded his hands together, and in his hands Bo Yakuni An Tsuna and Izumi Shou Fujiwara Kensada were close together, as if they had turned into a giant sword.

With a tyrannical wave of his arm, the giant swords that these two knives turned into disappeared in his hands.

It seems that an invisible thing has broken the surrounding air, forming a long and narrow vacuum channel, and attacking Sousuke Araki.

Two days first class, five rounds, empty scroll.

"what?!"

Watching this scene, an extremely strong sense of crisis gripped Sousuke Araki's heart like an invisible big hand in the dark, making him unable to breathe.

The speed of the opponent's slash has exceeded the limit of human vision's ability to capture.

Under the strong atmosphere of crisis and death, the world in Sousuke Araki's eyes seemed to freeze, and Chiba Ibuki's old teachings also sounded in his ears.

"Sousuke, look, the North Star on that day is clearly standing still, but it seems to be directing the stars in the sky, pointing in the right direction..."

The pores on his body were like open doors after lubrication, madly sensing every ray of incoming breath in the air.

In the darkness, Sousuke Araki narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on the corners of his tight mouth.

"...Like the North Star, the essence of being everything is to calm your heart."

White straight lines and shining light spots gradually evolved into two simple constellation diagrams in his sight.

"Only in this way will your limbs, head, and eyes respond freely according to their own instincts."

Beichen Yidao Liu·Xingyan·【Eye of the Void Friendship Enhanced Edition】.

The intersection of the two constellation maps ~lightnovelpub.net~ is the flaw in the trajectory of the opponent's sword!

"...Bastard, my uncle's eyes, these years have seen quite terrifying (38F) indescribable things and finally tempered them!!!"

Without any thought, Sousuke Araki's body moved instinctively.

His arms were bulging, and the dark red Qinglong sword in his hand, with the aura of crushing everything, started to swing from top to bottom.

"Impossible... Can you actually see through my sword? Unfortunately, it's still too short..."

Looking at the opponent's actions, Matsumoto Ginji, who was a rival, had a trace of regret.

The other party seemed to have seen through his ethereal sword, but because of the too short Azure Dragon Saber in his hand, he could not fully exert his full strength and stopped his sword.

The sword that has been tempered and tempered by himself will definitely be able to take off the opponent's head before the Azure Dragon Saber can slash it.

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