“I’m…
dead?”
Shishio Makoto said in disbelief, his head lying on the ground.
If it were an ordinary person, having their head separated from their body would naturally mean being as dead as can be, but he was not human; he was the last monster born in this world.
“How is it possible?
How could I die just like this?
I haven’t had time to do anything yet, and…
and to die so casually!”
Endless rage turned Shishio Makoto’s eyes blood-red.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t allow himself to fail, but his pride did not allow him to be defeated so easily.
Thus, the Ghostly Aura that suddenly burst forth actually made his body move, groping its way toward his head in an attempt to resurrect once more.
Until Mitsuyuki, witnessing all this, hesitated not at all and pierced onikiri directly through his head.
“Enough, you can leave the stage now.”
Casual?
Indeed, after all, such a figure had been slain by Mitsuyuki’s blade before he could even do anything.
However, how could the truth of the matter be so simple?
“You can rest in peace.
After all, the time I prepared this strike for you was…
this entire life!”
That’s right, the time Mitsuyuki had spent preparing this strike for him was this entire lifetime.
The secret technique of the Shunkan was, in fact, prepared specifically for him.
To ensure nothing went wrong, Mitsuyuki had even become a half-demon and spent over a year nurturing the sword.
Therefore, this seemingly ordinary strike carried the demonic power of the black serpent Miss O Ryu, the demon-slaying power of Onikiri, and the sword momentum and Sword Intent that Mitsuyuki had hidden within the sword and released in that instant.
Thus, Shishio Makoto’s death was truly not unjustified! The source of this chapter is g.com.
“You…”
Shishio Makoto’s eyes widened, but he didn’t have time to finish his sentence.
The demon-slaying flames on onikiri began to burn, incinerating and purifying his head.
Amidst a piercing, unwilling roar, Shishio Makoto was completely decapitated.
In that instant, the headless corpse also collapsed, and the black demonic energy on its body scattered.
Quietly feeling the demonic energy dissipate, Mitsuyuki finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief.
It’s over.
Thinking this, Mitsuyuki subconsciously turned his head to look at Okita Souji nearby.
And Okita Souji was also looking at him.
Pale gold eyes met strange red eyes; no further words were needed.
Illuminated by the fires burning across Kyoto, they looked at each other and smiled.
Immediately, as Okita Souji stepped forward and gradually quickened her pace toward Mitsuyuki, she seemed to see an unbelievable sight.
Her expression changed abruptly.
Her eyes widened as she cried, “Mitsuyuki, look out…”
In fact, even before she spoke, Mitsuyuki—who had never let down his guard—had already turned around…
He wasn’t a battlefield novice; how could he be unprepared?
But what Mitsuyuki hadn’t expected was that the attacker wasn’t a demon following Shishio Makoto, nor was it one of the trembling corpse demons kneeling on the ground.
It was the demonic energy emerging from Shishio Makoto’s corpse, gathering in the air!
It lunged at Mitsuyuki, and the onikiri in his hand, though swinging with purifying flames, could not stop it at all.
Thus, Mitsuyuki could only watch helplessly as it burrowed into his body.
In the next second, Mitsuyuki lost consciousness.
When he regained his senses once more, he found himself on a battlefield where the fighting had just ended.
Under the setting sun, only vultures circled high in the sky, devouring the remains below.
“Is this…
a memory transmission?”
It was a very familiar scene, so Mitsuyuki reacted immediately.
After all, when he held the Heroic Spirit Training Manual, this was his daily routine.
Then the image faded bit by bit, and what appeared before Mitsuyuki again was a wilderness in the dark of night.
Exposed white bones were piled everywhere with no one to bury them; only the night wind blew through their remains, playing a symphony of weeping resentment.
Lying corpses with blood half-congealed, bleached bones scattered across the plains, the mournful wails of vengeful spirits with nowhere to go…
Like a slideshow, the most tragic side of this era of war was presented bloodily before Mitsuyuki’s eyes.
And not only that, the final destination of these memories was a place Mitsuyuki knew all too well…
It was a small town.
In that small town he knew so well.
And a person appeared before him.
A little girl.
When Mitsuyuki saw her appearance, his eyes widened uncontrollably.
Mitsuyuki recognized this little girl; she was the one from when he first slew a demon—the female ghost!
Even now, Mitsuyuki could not completely forget her final pair of hollow eyes, devoid of any spark of life…
“Didn’t you say you were willing to swing your sword for us?”
Then she spoke, a brilliant and innocent smile on her face, as she reached out her hands to embrace Mitsuyuki, saying, “In that case…”
“Then accept us.”
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!”