"It really hurts... You are really an overbearing person."
The desolate life dissipated, and the shadow of the big snake disappeared. Zuocun gasped and opened his eyes again.
Such a battle——
Can it really be called a battle?
Zuocun's body suddenly jumped up, and he knelt on one knee on the ground. He used He He to support his body so as not to fall completely.
The power of the bird... the cost to one's spiritual foundation is indeed... too high.
but......
So what?
I have already won.
"This is pretty good..."
Shuten Doji's mouth was stained with blood as he smiled miserably and murmured to himself.
"The story of the devil's victory, I guess... not many people are willing to listen to it, right?"
"Ah, it hurts so much... I haven't felt such pain for a long time..."
Shuten Doji rubbed his hands on his chest.
There - it's all blood.
Samura's sword left an indelible wound there - and she was too lazy to let herself heal it.
A huge hole, where there should have been a heart, or a spiritual core, but now... there is nothing.
Her life has also entered the countdown, and she doesn't know why she is still here.
——She is still struggling.
I don’t know why I’m still struggling though.
"ah......"
She is still smiling.
"Have you tried your best?"
Wow...
After all, there is a limit to struggle.
The evil ghost's body fell backwards, turning into golden particles and scattering as he fell.
"Shuten Doji...Miss..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka watched Shuten Doji disappear, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.
Although...a few hours ago, Shuten Doji had stirred his paws in her stomach.
By the way, Shuten Doji-san did something to my magic circuit at that time?
On the other side——
"Incomprehensible."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu's face showed numbness and surprise.
"The knife that was supposed to be blocked now actually causes me such pain."
"Myojin Kiri Muramasa's power... no, is it still your own power?"
"Miyamoto Musashi."
Her eyes were locked on Musashi, as if asking - or something else.
"...Well, although Your Excellency Yishun didn't understand it at that time, you are different."
"I can clear away the accumulation of old karma even if I don't practice it well. If I can't do this without practice, then I might as well stop being a swordsman."
"Although I still can't reach the level of Mr. Samura - but I want to thank you, Black Rope Hell."
"Thanks to you - I found the feeling of cutting off old karma."
"Uh-uh-"
Blood flowed out from the corner of Minamoto norimitsu's mouth.
But even though he had been fatally injured——
Minamoto Yorimitsu was still laughing.
"This thank you...is really ironic."
"Actually, it's just that you're good at opening your own eyes, so you learned it, right?"
"Ah, but, why? Why would I, as a servant, lose to you, a mortal person?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu sighed.
"Because you're a general, right? In a one-on-one duel - no."
"Perhaps it's because I have already met a swordsman who surpasses you."
"You are stronger than me, but I know what kind of person is stronger than you."
Musashi glanced at the Myojin Kiri Muramasa in his hand and smiled.
"In this case, I have no room to lose to you, because the existence that I should surpass is still further ahead."
"Ha-how arrogant."
Minamoto Yorimitsu shook his head slightly.
"Because there are beings more hateful than me, do I not count as an enemy?"
"Ah, but... isn't that what a samurai is like? You, like a man, really refuse to admit defeat."
"I'm really envious...For me, there was no strong rival that could make me yearn for me so much."
"The swordsmen of this era are really interesting. Each one of them is as strong as a monster."
As she said that, she looked at Musashi and then at Zuomura.
"And - you."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked behind Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Um?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted her head.
"Your name is Fujimaru Ritsuka, right?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu asked.
As she spoke, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
Like Shuten Doji, she was also struggling and holding on.
"The Master who drifted here from a foreign country called Chaldea."
"I am, what do you want to say?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't feel even a little bit from Minamoto Yorimitsu's body.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu suddenly smiled.
"Those children are in the ancestral hall over there."
"Please, send them to their mother."
"Zhonghe Hell - Shuten Douji brags like that, but in fact the children are not injured at all. I... can't possibly do such a thing to kill the children...
..”
"I must be... broken?"
There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and her eyes were no longer focused. She just looked ahead blankly, her body trembling slightly.
"From the very beginning—long before I became the Heroic Swordsman, I must have been broken as a human being...So, I can't act normally no matter what."
"Since the Heroic Swordsman is a being who sneers at all righteousness, and since the Heroic Swordsman is a being who commits all evil deeds, then I am already broken and cannot function normally, but..."
"But, luckily I broke it."
"It is precisely because I am such a hopeless woman that I... did not kill those children."
As he said this, Minamoto Noraimitsu actually showed a happy expression on his face.
"Miss Laiguang..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's face looked a little unbearable.
"I said, Lixiang."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu's voice became gentle, and he looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka smiling and wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"The child who lives in that thatched hermitage is called Xiu."
"They are children who lost their parents in this turmoil, right?"
"yes."
The person who answered the first question was Grandpa Muramasa.
"Then can you help me and bring a message to the child?"
"Just say... I'm sorry, I'm sorry for scaring her. She is obviously so cute and so... pitiful, but I still want to kill her shamelessly...
...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"...I will convey it to you, but whether the child will listen to it or not depends on your image in the child's mind."
"......Um."
Minamoto Noraimitsu pursed his lips and nodded, finally with a look of relief on his face.
"Then, be sure, be sure...thank you, thank you..."
"Also, Fujimaru Ritsuka, please be sure to defeat all the evil spirits that are corroding this world, that is, all the Seven Heroic Spirit Swordsmen, and prevent the birth of the disgusting soil-"