Masataka, the Oni Court Criminal Division, is a very tall man. He is dressed in jet-black armor and has a large jimonji spear that never leaves his hand. His huge figure is even more apparent when riding on a horse.
The eyes under the helmet looked far away at the bamboo forest beyond the canyon.
As a great bandit of Ashina at that time, and also the "jumonji spear" that Ashina devoted himself to taking back to the Ashina people, Masataka Oniwa Katabe's life experience was full of ups and downs.
He acted recklessly when he was young, and in middle age, he used his martial arts skills to become one of the great nobles of Ashina, leaving squandering funds for future generations. After decades of companionship, the weight of the word Ashina has long been
It occupies the highest position in the balance of his heart.
If not for this, he would not have drank the bowl of changing water under Genichiro's persuasion.
Yes, he has drank the water of transformation and become immortal.
After drinking the water of transformation, he understood why each of those immortals eventually went crazy.
Although immortality can be obtained, drinking the water of transfiguration will cause the body to suffer from pain and itching all the time, and ordinary people cannot bear the torture of the water of transmutation.
Only a strong military commander like him can suppress it with force of will.
Compared to this kind of torture, even death seems much more pleasant.
But he still needs to be patient,
For Genichiro,
...for Ashina.
...
In the bamboo forest, figures quickly shuttled through the dense bamboo leaves, making a very slight sound.
A samurai with a rib in his mouth and a small sword at his waist has sharp eyes and a pair of angled eyes scanning the surroundings like an eagle. There is only an inaudible sound when his footsteps fall among the rotten leaves. Each step spans several meters, vigorous and vigorous.
He looked like a leopard in the forest, with three team members following him far behind.
This man's name is Oniwa Kenjiro, and he is a retainer of Oniwa who was specially given this name by Oniwa-sama. His family was originally a thief, but now he is working as a scout under Masataka-sama of Oniwa Punishment Department.
When it comes to stealing family heirlooms, his footwork is naturally outstanding. Even in a bamboo forest with complex terrain, Kenjiro Oniiwa can still walk on flat ground.
It's just that his other scouts are not as agile as him. Not only do they make a lot of noise, but they are also very slow and cannot keep up with his pace.
Speed has always been something Kenjiro Oniwa is proud of.
But sometimes, this can also become a source of danger.
"ah"
Suddenly there was a scream from behind. Kenjiro Oniba's eyes were sharp and he rolled on the ground to avoid the flying arrows. With a whoosh, the arrows hit the ground and the arrow feathers trembled slightly.
Enemy attack.
Kenjiro Oniwa narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled out the half-meter-long Kodachi sword from his waist.
Although this kind of tachi is not as powerful as ordinary tachi in slashing, it is the most advantageous weapon in a narrow place like a bamboo forest, making it easy to dodge vertically and horizontally.
He still holds Richa in his mouth and the sword in his mouth is also his family's martial arts.
Salad Salad.
A red soldier wearing heavy red armor came from the forest, carrying two swords in his hand. He was tall and fully armed.
Compared with his body shape, Kenjiro Oniba's height of just 1.6 meters is obviously not impressive, but he is still hunched over and cautious about his left and right sides.
Behind him, the angry shouts of the scouts as they engaged in battle began to be heard.
'Have you been surrounded?'
Kenjiro Kiba's eyes were cold and he put one hand behind his back.
Looking behind the heavily armored Chibei, he could vaguely see the light reflected by the arrow.
"Bah!"
He shouted loudly as a cover, and curled up and rolled forward. During the roll, several bright star points shot directly into the eyes of the heavy-armored Chibei, but he blocked them with a raised knife, and held another knife in front of him.
Taking advantage of the moment when the blade of the blade blocked his eyes, Kenjirou Oniwa twisted his feet and jumped away with his body parallel to the ground. His thin body clung to the ground like a black shadow and rushed straight towards the heavily armored Akabi, with the blade pointed directly at his ankles.
clang!
The Kodachi collided with the Nagatō, and the huge force of the shock made Kenjirou Kiba uncontrollably fall backwards. His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that the opponent's strength was so great.
‘Isn’t this kind of power too much beyond the standard?’
After a roll to relieve his strength, Kenjirou Oniwa looked at the two swords in front of him in shock, and the opponent stood there completely indifferent.
If the opponent's equipment wasn't too heavy, he should have been split into two pieces by this time, right?
'Is it more powerful than Ashina's samurai general?'
Kenjirou Kiba's right hand trembled slightly, and his arm couldn't stop shaking.
It was obviously just a block, but it made him feel as if his arm was about to be broken.
With his ears twitching slightly, Oniba Kenjiro suddenly rolled to avoid the flying arrows, but as expected, his two swords rushed to the landing point he chose in advance, and struck down with one strike.
thump.
Hitting the ground with a single sword made a big hole, and the force was so great that soil particles flew up, causing pain on the person's body.
Kenjiro Oniba's forehead was covered with cold sweat as he relied on the rolling technique to avoid the blow. With such a heavy blow, if he had chosen to take it hard just now, he would have probably been split into two pieces, right?
Listening carefully, the angry shouts of the scouts behind him are getting weaker and weaker. In just a few breaths, have the subordinates been dealt with?
It's really difficult to deal with these monsters in the inner palace.
However, Kiba Kenjiro was not discouraged. With a flick of his head, he threw away the Ribashi sword sheath in his mouth, revealing the sharp blade.
He still held the knife in one hand and said nothing.
But...I am a retainer of the ghost family.
With the short knife in his mouth, Oniba Kenjiro swooped forward again.
...
Ashina Dungeon,
The huge body of the red ghost completely destroyed the originally extremely narrow dungeon, but only the deeper part was still intact.
Isshin Ashina, who had not shown up during the Red Demon Rebellion, was sitting here. In front of him were huge iron pillars, and inside was the Buddhist sculptor whose face was getting more and more decayed.
The gaps between the iron pillars are very large, and ordinary people can easily get through them. I don't know what they are built to trap them like this.
Ashina was silent and just drank one bowl after another.
"Ahem..."
The muddy white liquid of the sake flowed to his chest, Ashina coughed lightly, and his long silver hair trembled with the cough.
He stared at the monk in front of him with his turbid eyes, and then drank the turbid wine in the bowl in one gulp.
"Pooh"
The old man let out a long sigh, and his movements were bold and informal.
"One heart."
"I can't bear it anymore."
The Buddhist sculptor, whose eyes were filled with crimson and whose body was gradually getting black, suddenly spoke.
Ashina's movements paused slightly.
Putting down the bowl, the old man picked up the wine jar and passed it between the iron pillars.
Be silent.
The Buddha carver slowly raised his head, as if he understood something. A smile appeared on his old face, his arms as dry as bamboo poles stretched out, took the wine, raised his head and started drinking.
Many emotions between men sometimes do not need to be expressed in words.
Many times, just one action is enough.
"Hey, ape."
Ashina spoke with all her heart, her tone was as bold as ever, but there was a slight hoarseness in her voice that she didn't realize was there.
"Go to the front line."
"Bring your obsession, your desire, and your Shura heart to kill, fight, and destroy."
"...and go to hell."
Boom.
The wine jar fell to the ground, and the Buddha carver stretched out his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, smiling so brightly.