And because his back was turned to Sakura Matou, she naturally didn’t notice the indifference that appeared in Mitsuyuki’s eyes at this very moment.
Just a moment ago, Mitsuyuki, who had taken in all of Sakura Matou’s reactions, had almost summoned the Heroic Spirit and slashed at Zouken Matou with a single strike.
But in the end, he held back.
Because he didn’t have the certainty of killing Zouken Matou instantly…
It was clear that at this moment, Zouken Matou could no longer pose a threat to Mitsuyuki.
After all, the Heroic Spirit Mitsuyuki projected was the Great Swordsman of the last of the demons, Watanabe Mitsuyuki!
But the problem was, Mitsuyuki hadn’t sensed the location of Zouken Matou’s true soul from the Zouken Matou who appeared before him…
which meant the insect that he had turned his life imprint into hadn’t appeared yet.
Moreover, although Mitsuyuki’s strength was high, to ensure he could truly kill Zouken Matou, he would undoubtedly need to use the power of a demon.
But his current Master’s body couldn’t provide magical energy.
He couldn’t afford the supply!
At the same time, there was another reason: the weapon that Mitsuyuki’s Heroic Spirit projection was currently carrying was an ordinary katana.
In the original simulation plot, after he slew Shishio Makoto, he had returned the Onikiri to the Watanabe family.
And if he failed to kill him in one strike and instead exposed himself…
Mitsuyuki worried that Zouken Matou would use Sakura Matou to threaten him.
Therefore, he could only sheath the sword that he had already drawn.
As for all this, Sakura Matou was naturally completely unaware.
Therefore, she stood there blankly, her beautiful purple eyes gazing at Mitsuyuki’s back, which was neither tall nor broad, and even a bit thin.
She watched for a long time,
I’ll wait a little longer.
Sakura Matou gently clenched her hands and bit her lip slightly.
…
Mitsuyuki arrived outside his bedroom door,
Now he could naturally and easily detect whether he was being watched by that old man.
Mitsuyuki, having not detected his gaze, was just about to push the door open and enter.
“Huh?” He suddenly felt the ground trembling slightly, and the source of the trembling was inside his room.
Not only that, but at this moment, Mitsuyuki seemed to hear the sound of a sharp sword trembling and felt a very familiar emotion of joy…
Mitsuyuki blinked.
Then, he pushed the door open.
His gaze swept across the room slightly, and he saw the source.
He saw that it was a long samurai sword lying casually in a corner of the room.
It was also the first Catalyst that Mitsuyuki had found in this world.
Onikiri!
That’s right, it was the very demon-slaying sword that should have been broken and covered in rust!
Mitsuyuki stood there stunned for a moment.
He looked at the spiritual sword trembling on the ground, conveying a feeling of joy to him, and for a moment, he couldn’t quite process it.
He blinked subconsciously.
Wait, could it be…
Then, as if realizing something, Mitsuyuki walked toward onikiri.
He picked it up from the ground.
Feeling the familiar weight coming from it, Mitsuyuki’s expression became even stranger. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
No, it couldn’t be.
Mitsuyuki swallowed.
And just at this moment, the seaweed-headed Matou Shinji arrived, looking very displeased.
“Hey, Mitsuyuki, where’s that Kashuu Kiyomitsu?
The antique samurai sword left behind by Okita Souji.
Why did I hear from Sakura that you didn’t bring it back for me!”
Matou Shinji, shouting loudly, saw Mitsuyuki holding onikiri again.
After a pause, he almost subconsciously mocked: “Why are you trying to draw it again?
Didn’t I tell you that this sword is strange and no one can draw it.
What, because the name is a bit similar, do you really think you are that thirteen-year-old Great Swordsman, Watanabe Mitsuyuki, from the end of the shogunate era…”
Before he finished speaking.
Only a soft “whoosh” was heard.
In Matou Shinji’s eyes, which looked as if he had seen a ghost, Mitsuyuki drew onikiri.
Even as onikiri was drawn, the sound of the sharp blade leaving its scabbard was mixed with deep joy.
It was as if it had been abandoned for many years and had finally found its master again!
“Th-this…
This is impossible!”
Witnessing this scene before him, Matou Shinji, his mouth hanging open subconsciously, finally couldn’t hold it in and shouted out loud!
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!”