The red light was floating in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes, and the aura emanating from his body made even Shuten Doji involuntarily tremble for a moment.
"But I said it now, so it's no problem, right?"
"Move your claws away from me, or I will chop off your head."
Lai Guang's tone was extremely calm from beginning to end, but perhaps because of this - it was even more terrifying.
"...Really, compared to the madness that was exerted on my concubine, the mental pollution you suffered is obviously more serious, right?"
"What's going on with Rider? Wasn't your horse killed by yourself in an instant? Are you seriously saying that you can never allow karma to be implanted?"
"But even under such circumstances, you still call yourself Rider. Isn't this a little too strange?"
Very strange indeed.
He is clearly a Rider, but he does not have a mount that he can control. This is a strange thing in itself.
Saying that, Shuten Doji reluctantly put away his claws.
"Okay, okay, look, the claws have been put away?"
He was unable to eat the child, and Shuten Doji looked quite regretful.
The child was trembling in his sleep. Perhaps he also knew that he had just been almost eaten by an evil ghost that had gone crazy. Fear made his body uncontrollable, but——
So what.
After all, he has no control over his situation.
"I will not kill the child... nor will I watch the child die in front of me..."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at Shuten Doji and said slowly.
There was an unreasonable firmness in his tone.
"Children are the most beautiful things in the world. I will never let any child be harmed..."
——Having said that.
But when you slaughtered Sagami before, didn't you also kill so many invisible children?
Shuten Doji stood to one side with a smile and looked at the motherly Minamoto Yorimitsu.
I don’t know what I recalled, but Minamoto no Yorimitsu sat next to the child and sobbed softly. Shuten Doji could feel that Minamoto Yorimitsu’s attention was always focused on him, for fear that she would come close to her again.
children.
——If you insist on eating it, you will definitely be killed, right?
Shuten Doji thought so.
"We're all broken."
Minamoto Yorimitsu sobbed and cried, grabbing himself with uncontrollable grief, and his fingernails were deeply embedded in his shoulders, as if he was experiencing the pain of hell.
"We - it was broken a long time ago..."
"I'm sorry, I won't ask for your forgiveness... But from the moment we were implanted with all the karma of murder, we have..."
"It's no different than death."
Blood flowed from Minamoto no Yorimitsu's shoulder.
——She truly felt that everything that was happening now was extremely sad.
Why does this happen...
"Our spiritual base was shattered, and then reorganized after being shattered, just to achieve the current status quo, a terrifying device called the Heroic Swordsman."
"We are broken, hopelessly broken."
"That's why... I occasionally do things like this that go against my preamble..."
Looking at Minamoto Yorimitsu talking to himself, Shuten Doji's expression suddenly turned a little ferocious as he listened to those words that were simply unacceptable.
"You guy, do you really think so?"
"Sad devil's son, sad warrior, you guy - you were obviously broken as a human a long time ago, don't you know?"
"You want to blame everything on the so-called karma of all the murders - Minamoto no Yorimitsu!!!"
Full of blood, Shuten Doji seemed to be in a considerable degree of anger, looking at Minamoto Yorimitsu with hatred.
"I will never agree to such a thing."
——The atmosphere was tense.
But there is no doubt that there is no possibility of a fight between the two.
.......
Senko Muramasa's forge.
Everyone is standing here.
"I said - why did you start forging the sword even though you just finished speaking so powerfully?"
"Calm down!"
Looking at Senko Muramasa who had devoted all his body and mind to forging swords, Miyamoto Musashi looked a little anxious.
The one who clearly showed the most anxiety and anger was Senko Muramasa - but why didn't he set off to the back mountain immediately and start forging the sword instead!?
Ping!
Ping!
Ping!
Chiko Muramasa ignored Miyamoto Musashi at all and continued to forge the sword wholeheartedly without any distracting thoughts in his eyes.
Fujimaru Ritsuka also looked a little anxious.
"Mr. Muramasa, please stop first?"
She also tried to persuade.
Zuo Cun stood behind with his chest in his arms and narrowed his eyes.
There's something not right about Muramasa's aura...
And, this spiritual feeling...
Zuo Cun felt that he had an impression.
It seems that I have seen a scene similar to this somewhere.
It's at...
Nagoya.
The third generation Shui Xinzi Zhengxiu.
It was obviously a human being, and it was obviously just forging a sword - but it carried a terrifying aura that seemed to be made of gold and iron, as if it were a King Kong's angry glare.
There is something different about Senko Muramasa.
Compared with the third generation Shui Xinzi Zhengxiu, his aura has a little more other aura.
A little more...
Ghostly.
“It’s so noisy!!!”
Faced with everyone's persuasion, Qianzi Muramasa raised the hammer again and slammed it down.
The aura of magic power was so surging that everyone's movements stopped for a moment.
"Instead of disturbing me here, why not go and pack your things quickly! I am not an old fool, nor am I insane! I know what I am doing!"
"It's just because I want to keep my mind calm that I do this!"
Ping!
The hammer falls.
"I told you to go clean it up quickly, do you want me to tell you a third time?"
There was some anger in his tone.
"We will leave as soon as you finish cleaning up, do you understand?"
Everyone nodded subconsciously when facing the menacing Qianzi Muramasa.
"Ming, I understand!"
"It takes about an hour to climb from here to the back mountain. Again, we have to fight those two."
Musashi said seriously.
"I have no problem with Mr. Zuocun, and you... don't have any problem either, right?"
She glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka and Fuma Kotaro.
"The villagers have the right to continue to live in this world, and they must not let it go."
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and looked around seriously.
"Is this so?"
Musashi smiled, looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a hint of relaxation in his eyes.
"Then - do you want to listen to me for a moment?"
"Maybe it can only be used as comfort or something, but it is indeed how I feel all the way here."