Seeing that things had come to this, a bitter-smiling Kondo Isami stopped hiding it and said, “Didn’t I say they have no intention of hiding?
They are heading straight for the Watanabe estate!
I think the target must be that legendary demon-slaying Divine Blade, Onikiri!”
Before Kondo Isami could finish his sentence, Okita Souji had already turned and left.
The two watched Okita Souji’s back, and after exchanging a glance, Kondo Isami couldn’t help but say to Hijikata Toshizo, “I say, why didn’t you stop her?
With Souji alone, she’s no match for that monster, right?”
“Then what about you?
Why didn’t you stop Souji?” Hijikata Toshizo said indifferently.
Hearing this, the corners of Kondo Isami’s mouth curled up into a smile.
“I didn’t stop her because I know someone else will stand up at a time like this…
Hey, tell me, that guy has been waiting all this time for this exact moment, hasn’t he?”
Without waiting for Hijikata Toshizo’s reply, Kondo Isami continued to himself, “Sigh, if it weren’t for how sudden this was, I’d really want to follow them and see.
To see that sword of his, the one he’s kept hidden until now…”
…
…
In front of the Watanabe estate, accompanied by the sword burning with demonic fire that had scorched its way here, Shishio Makoto, dressed in deep green and black robes, arrived.
Behind him were the crimson-eyed corpse-ghouls under his power.
At this moment, he looked up, the demon horn on his head appearing exceptionally prominent.
His strange red eyes watched the petite woman who had appeared to block his path.
He sneered, “The Shinsengumi?
Why is it just you, and a woman at that…
Oh, I remember you.
You’re that rumored genius swordsman, Okita Souji, aren’t you?”
“Hmm, you’re quite good.
Why not consider joining my side?”
Okita Souji did not speak.
She looked at Shishio Makoto before her.
Even though she had expected this, her expression was still indescribably solemn when actually facing him.
Because her Intuition told her that she was likely no match for the man before her!
But even so, she still drew her sword, the Kikuichimonji Norimune.
She immediately took the stance for her thrusting technique that would later become a Noble Phantasm—the Mumyo Sandan-zuki, a swordsmanship capable of conceptually piercing any defense!
Seeing Souji like this, Shishio Makoto withdrew the smile from his face and, feeling bored, raised the blade burning with demonic fire in his hand.
He prepared to take Okita Souji’s move head-on…
because even if he were hit and her sword pierced his body, it wouldn’t matter at all.
Okita Souji simply didn’t possess the power to slay this demon!
“That’s enough, Souji.”
The soft voice that suddenly rang out caused Okita Souji’s body to stop.
And the corpse-ghouls that had been following Shishio Makoto, howling and letting out piercing cries, suddenly fell silent in unison. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
They even began to tremble, as if they had seen some terrifying existence, retreating backward despite the pressure from Shishio Makoto.
At the same time, Shishio Makoto frowned, and for the first time, a slightly serious look appeared in his eyes as he looked toward the gate of the Watanabe estate in the distance.
Then, his strange red eyes met the equally strange eyes before him.
Shishio Makoto looked at the black-clad youth slowly walking out.
Especially after seeing the onikiri on him, he laughed with a flash of realization in his eyes.
His laughter grew louder and more unrestrained: “Yes, it’s you, you!
Of course, how could you not come?
How could you not appear!
The thirteen-year-old genius swordmaster, the one born with a Sword Heart who would even reach the summit as a Sword Saint, the master of onikiri in this era—how could you not appear here!
However…”
After he finished laughing, Shishio Makoto’s expression turned cold bit by bit.
He said, “Why have you chosen to appear before me, and why have you taken up that Divine Blade again…
Look, Mitsuyuki!”
As Shishio Makoto spoke, he suddenly pointed behind him at the burning Kyoto, filled with fear and being wantonly destroyed by corpse-ghouls and demons.
“The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons…
Mitsuyuki, do you see it?
The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons!
Since you have already awakened and chosen to become one of us, then what are you waiting for?
Join us.
Once more, let the night of this world become our era!”
“The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, is it…”
Mitsuyuki spoke softly, a faint smile appearing on his face.
At this moment, he looked like a completely ordinary person.
There was not a single trace of sword intent on his entire body.
Mitsuyuki then came to the side of Okita Souji, who was sheathing her sword.
Without waiting for the hesitant Souji to speak, he reached out and patted her head, leaving behind a very soft “Wait for me” before walking toward Shishio Makoto.
Thus, Okita Souji stood quietly in place, her pale gold eyes watching Mitsuyuki’s back.
Soon, Mitsuyuki arrived in front of Shishio Makoto.
As he arrived before the opponent, the corpse-ghouls and even the Yokai who were originally behind Shishio Makoto all retreated.
They cleared a wide enough space for the two of them.
All the surrounding corpse-ghouls stopped their movements, shivering in place.
“Join me,” Shishio Makoto said with a smile.
“After all, you have already betrayed humanity; you are no longer human.
Now, the only ones who can tolerate you are us!”
“Hmm…
if I remember correctly, you’ve actually looked after me for quite a long time, right?”
Mitsuyuki thought for a moment and suddenly said, “You were the one who arranged for people to hunt me down for several years, right?”
“Correct.” Shishio Makoto didn’t hide it, nodding.
“Because you are the master of onikiri in this generation, one of our greatest enemies…
However, the moment you choose to join us, I will immediately call off the hunt for you.”
Come, join me!”
Shishio Makoto extended his hand toward Mitsuyuki.
Mitsuyuki’s response was a faint smile.
“Join you?
Sorry, I’m afraid that won’t do.
You see, I have a bit of a temper.
If there is a grudge, it must be repaid.”
“And whether it was in this life, or the last…”
Speaking to this point, Mitsuyuki’s gaze toward Shishio Makoto became incredibly cold as he said, “You must die!”
As the words fell, this world instantly became silent.
No one dared to make a sound.
A long time passed…
“Oh?” Shishio Makoto responded faintly, the smile on his face not only disappearing bit by bit but gradually turning into a hideous grimace.
“So, you want to kill me?”
“Do you think you…
can kill me?!”
The moment he finished speaking, the Ghostly Aura on Shishio Makoto’s body—the aura of the last evil of this world—instantly erupted.
It not only forced all the surrounding corpse demons and monsters to their knees but even Okita Souji, not far away, found herself unable to breathe at this moment.
“Can I kill you?”
In front of him, Mitsuyuki—who lacked any trace of pressure and even looked like an ordinary person—laughed.
His strange red eyes looked faintly at the furious Shishio Makoto as he said, “Wrong.”
“It’s not a matter of whether I can kill you, but…”
“At the very moment I stood before you.”
“You were already dead.”
Swoosh—
A soft sound rang out.
One sword,
Shunkan.
In this instant, there was only white light before Shishio Makoto’s eyes.
Then, when he regained his senses, he found himself seemingly flying through the air.
After flying for a while, he landed on the ground.
The jumbled perspective made his head spin.
When he could finally see clearly, he saw Mitsuyuki, who hadn’t even spared him a glance.
And not far away, his own headless corpse…
I…
Was beheaded?
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”