"To bury the existence that is enough to reanimate the Servant into the body of a human being?"
"You can even maintain your human appearance under such circumstances... Mr. Yagyu, is it possible that you have come back from the dead?"
"No."
Yagyu and Mamoru still denied it and stood there with unchanged expression.
"I said, I am who I am."
"They are not dead souls, nor evil spirits. They are normal human beings with life and flesh and blood."
"It's just that... I fell into the devil's fate a little bit."
When he said this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Haha, and I don't have any karma to speak of. If we talk about sinful karma, I already have more than 180, too many to count."
The sword intent on his body was soaring to the sky, and he obviously had a kind-looking smile on his face, but - at this moment, he looked extremely terrifying.
"I thought you were a guy who was admirable for slaying demons, but I didn't expect you were the same guy." Muramasa snorted coldly, "Your body is full of stench, full of the stench of blood and internal organs. Before you
What method was used to cover up this stink?"
"Since we are working with monsters, it must be like this. Is there anyone who is finally willing to scold me for this?"
Yagyu Taimamomo's eyes were quite surprised, and then he laughed twice.
"Hehehehe... He obviously came from Edo to protect the common people, Yagyu-sama, but his true face is actually like this."
"Humph, I put in a lot of effort to perform this play. After all, it's just a poor performance by a layman."
"What should I do when I lead the warriors to reach Xiazong...I want to build a mountain of corpses and a river of blood here."
His thumb rubbed restlessly on the handle of the knife, with a somewhat excited look on his face.
"From that time on - I began to suppress the boiling in my heart. And among you, there is only one Samura who is aware of it. Now it seems that leaving Kato Danzo's broken doll next to you is not a good idea.
It’s really not a failed decision, after all... If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t be here and get to where you are now.”
"Musashi, new Musashi."
He looked at Miyamoto Musashi with a kind smile that was a little creepy.
"...!"
The moment Musashi and Yagyu Tajimamomo looked at each other, they subconsciously tightened their grip on the handle of Myojin Kiri Muramasa's sword.
This momentum...!
"I want to thank you."
"It was you who tore off my skin."
"Half years ago, you and I met by chance and had a confrontation. Although it was only a brief moment, you... you succeeded in ruthlessly tearing off the skin of me as a man."
Even though he said this - there was no doubt that there was a smile called "happiness" on Yagyu Taimamomo's face.
"Loyalty to Lord Iemitsu. The life I planned to dedicate to Yagyu Shinin-ryu from the very beginning—these things completely disappeared from that moment on."
"My whole life as a man has completely disappeared."
"And what happened after that - it couldn't be clearer."
He nodded.
"Now that the human skin has disappeared, all that remains in the world is a sword ghost."
"I?"
"You mean...me?"
Musashi pointed to himself somewhat unknowingly.
"In other words...if I hadn't tempted you to draw the sword, none of this...would have happened?"
She subconsciously looked outside from the balcony of the high-rise building.
The blood moon hangs high in the sky.
The deserted city of death.
The evil and ferocious city.
A world about to be destroyed.
"...I actually made you so crazy?"
Her eyes returned to Yagyu Tajima Mamoru.
"No, it's not crazy."
"I said, what you did - you just tore off a layer of skin, that's all."
"I'm really... grateful. In return - I'll let you see my swordsmanship."
As he spoke, he put both hands on the handle of the knife, and Fujimaru Ritsuka and others immediately became alert.
"It was you who made me realize that I have never felt any pleasure in swordsmanship in the past. It is precisely because of who I am that my father allowed me to inherit the ancient Shinyin-ryu. From the Shinyin-ryu
Derived from it, Yagyu Shininryu."
"——That's good."
"No matter how high-sounding it is, the way of swordsmanship is ultimately the way to kill people."
"It is impure to think that it is to seek special meaning from it - to seek the value of life."
As he spoke, he glanced at Zuo Cun, the disdain in his eyes clearly evident.
Zuo Cun frowned.
He didn't mind others looking down on his swordsmanship...but that look made him very unhappy.
"Hahaha... It wasn't until this age, after fighting with you, that I learned one thing."
"Be taught - the secret of confrontation."
"The so-called life and death merge into one moment, the hearts of oneself and the opponent become one - such a state."
"Hehehe... the so-called way of the swordsman is really interesting."
Musashi and Yagyu Tajimamomo looked at each other, and both of them realized something.
"Everything I did was to fight you again, Shinmon Musashi!"
"The sorcerer who came out of the darkness told me this. The woman named Musashi will eventually visit this world again. In this case..."
"Musashi, I can only fight with you again."
Musashi looked at Yagyu Tajima Mamoru, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pressing Samura, Kojiro, and everyone else back together.
"It's easy for me to wait - it's true! It's easy for me to wait! Shinmon Musashi!"
Yagyu Tajima Mamoru's face finally showed such an impatient expression, he smiled and looked at Shinmon Musashi.
"Even if I am known as the unparalleled swordsman and the greatest swordsman in Edo - after all, I am just the strongest in the peaceful world. Even if I am criticized in secret, it is just a joke!"
"The Yagyu Shinin-ryu has long since become the Goryu-ryu. It is an existence that can only be passed down to the world. I have never paid attention to my own life."
"but."
"After fighting with you again, I became very interested in Shinzo Musashi!"
"Who is the strongest sword, your sword or my sword? It is precisely because of this that I was reborn as a ghost who exists to confirm this!"
For such a trivial matter————
Musashi understood.
She was the only one in the room who couldn't blame Tajima Mamoru Yagyu for such a thing, even though she knew extremely well that what Tajima Mamoru Yagyu did was undoubtedly an evil heretic.
"What you did is unforgivable."
Musashi pulled out his sword and stared at Yagyu Tajima Mamoru with his eyes.
"Master Zuocun, let me do it by myself this time."
"This is my own battle, a battle that is never finished."