The eagle is still singing.
The so-called Jinfeng Mountain.
The so-called Lingyan Cave.
Open your eyes as always.
Still alive?
It seems so.
Although it's a bit reluctant - but after all, he is still alive, breathing, and his heart is still beating.
However, this feeling is not that wonderful...
Every time I fall asleep, I have the awareness that I will never wake up again, but after I really wake up again——
But not so lucky either.
...Well, at least it's a bit of a chuckle.
But I'm still scared.
Fear of death is instinctive, isn't it?
Afraid that if you close your eyes you will never open them again. No matter who you are, you must have had this fear at least a few times.
A little naive, but...it's also really instinctive.
What’s ridiculous is not the instinct, but the fact that someone like me actually has such an instinct...
——After all, I am Musashi.
The new Musashi guard Fujiwara Genshin, the great Miyamoto Musashi, a terrifying sword demon who is rumored to have started killing others since he was eleven years old, whether in competitions between samurai or on the battlefield——
Killed a lot of people.
At least he killed a lot of people.
I don't know the exact number of people.
Because I can’t come over.
After killing ten people, I didn't bother to count anymore, because at that moment, I knew that my future killings would never be measured purely by quantity.
Well--
"Kaka-cough cough-"
A dry and weak cough sounded.
This body is so damned!
How dare he make such a disgusting sound——
This is really - not funny at all.
Although... the irony is just right.
After all, a mere human life is indeed the most meaningless thing to me.
My swordsmanship was created for killing people, how could I be shaken by my own life!
Absolutely impossible!
Killing requires no mercy.
There is no need to be depressed even if you kill someone.
so.
There is no need to have mercy on yourself.
There is no need to be depressed about yourself.
No need for anger.
No need to be sad.
This is me.
This is Shinmon Musashi and Fujiwara Genshin, the first-class swordsman in the world who has created a world-class swordsman.
He has been killing since he was young, and he is still killing non-stop when he reaches old age. From the beginning to the end, his mood has hardly ever had the slightest wave of emotion.
The so-called...swordsman.
Can I still hold the sword tightly now?
Can I still hold the hilt of the sword with my hands?
Um......
I think there should be a chance.
But the fact is that I don’t know it either.
If there is an opportunity to die calmly with a sword firmly in hand, if you think about it carefully, maybe it can only be Shimabara, right? But since the opportunity has been missed, it can never be found again - besides, I
You can never accept the fact that you lose on your own initiative.
So now, is it finally coming to an end with the attitude of being unable to hold the sword tightly...?
But it's still a pity, a pity...
At this time, I still feel flustered because of the arrival of night, and I still have to wait so impatiently for my fate to be pronounced...
Tsk.
He should have taken his own life as soon as possible.
.......
No.
"no way."
"impossible."
Miyamoto Musashi said to himself.
"I'm not that enthusiastic."
"There is not even a trace of debris in my swordsmanship."
Love is a useless thing, thoughts are a useless thing, resentment is a useless thing.
Cutting, abandoning, killing, the combination of these things is what is contained in my sword.
so--
As expected, I can only continue to wait here.
Come on though.
He still retains his freedom and ease.
The one that symbolizes my death.
My final destiny.
--but!
Why so slow!
too slow!
If this continues—
Even I will die with my eyes open!
At this point, even if you go to hell alone, it doesn’t matter!
Ah, wait.
Also a possibility......
——This world is hell.
To be continued...