Chapter 28 Fighting with blood and iron for the gods
"Are all those knife-wielders here?"
In the fifth dojo, General Jiaming's voice sounded, with impatience and dissatisfaction. He is the general who rules the world! Sitting in this small, simple dojo is already a humiliation, and he has been dragged so far for nothing.
As time went on, my dissatisfaction with those knife-wielding people grew stronger.
The noble general has made up his mind to show off to these rebellious people after the sword showdown in front of God!
A loyal guard half-knelt on the ground and replied in a deep voice: "Reporting to the general, except for the [Poison Sword] and [Cheng Sword] who are still missing, the other sword holders have arrived at the Sword Guard Temple and are now gathered outside the arena.
Waiting for the game to start."
"...No more waiting, the [best time] will pass if you wait any longer, and I will go to the scene in person!"
The square in the center of Gokenji Temple was already very wide, and after the second expansion and renovation by the shogunate, it became even more majestic.
People holding knives stood on the side of the martial arts arena, waiting for the start of the competition with different postures.
The black-haired girl Qikou, who was wearing dojo clothes and had a mixture of heroic spirit and beauty on her face, was standing in the shade holding a wooden sword in shame. She was holding - [King Sword·Saw].
A thin young man with silver hair was holding a plate of rice balls piled high on the sidelines and was eating. He held - [Dual Swords·Hammer].
Wearing a full-covered ferocious armor with no gaps exposed, the burly man stood motionless with his arms folded. He held - [Thief Knife·Armor].
Qiang Baibing held a paper umbrella with one hand and stood on the sidelines quietly looking around at everyone. He was holding - [Thin Knife and Needle].
A monk with a well-proportioned figure and a tiger-striped beard on his face stood in the shadows with his eyes closed and meditative. He held - [Cut Sword·Blunt].
Tsuruga Camouflage was sitting on the lounge, drinking wine by himself. He held - [Thousand Swords·Thunder].
The huge weirdo wearing a cloak stood in the sun without any protection, without saying a word. He held - [Micro Knife·Chai].
Qi Qishi was hiding under the awning, holding a glass of water in his hand and enjoying himself. He held - [Evil Knife·鐚].
Rong Qihua and Jiu'er stood under the awning at the other end, looking at Rong Qishi in the distance with complicated expressions. They were holding - [Jue Dao·Zhen].
"Sister...really sister!?" Qihua hesitated before speaking. This was the first time Jiu'er saw Qihua so shaken.
Thinking about it, with the strength of Nanika and Nanami, I am afraid that there will be a tragic brother-sister fight in the end, which will make Nanhua feel sad and distressed.
Not only Shichika, but even Jiu'er was shocked when she first heard the information about Shichishi causing trouble in the Mountain of the Dead. She knew that Shishichi was the strongest in Japan twenty years ago, but she didn't expect that she would be as sick as Yi now.
Broken Porcelain's Qishi is still incredibly powerful.
[I have never been able to defeat my sister even once.] These are Qihua’s original words.
Such a powerful Qi Shi will probably become even more powerful after getting the evil sword, and Heather...did you really lose to Qi Shi and disappear? This is not like you!
And Xin Qishi looked at Xin Qihua with his big, cold eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an evil smile that was difficult to conceal.
Qihua, my brother... Before I follow Heather and leave this world, Heather and I will give you an unforgettable [teaching lesson].
Further away, outside the rope defense line erected by the sword-protecting monks, there was a dense crowd of people. They were all "spectators" who came here from all over Japan. On the one hand, they wanted to see the past and present.
Kami-mae Swordsmanship Duel], on the other hand, it was to see Susano'o, one of the Three Shining Gods, with his own eyes.
There was a commotion in the distance, and a large number of shogunate soldiers, fully armed, escorted a short, fat old man with oil paint on his face as he walked out of the fifth dojo.
"Who is that fat old man? The scene is quite grand..." Someone in the audience whispered angrily, but was immediately covered by the person next to him with a look of astonishment on his face:
"Shh! Are you crazy? That's General Jiaming!"
I saw the short, fat old man groaning and panting as he climbed up to the luxurious stand specially set up for the general. As soon as he sat firmly, four curtains fell from the top canopy, covering his figure, followed by four people holding various weapons.
The warriors with weapons stood at four points in the stands, ready to fight.
Behind the shogun stand is the exclusive stand for the shogunate nobles and high-ranking officials, which is also the VIP auditorium in later generations. These nobles and high-ranking officials, who are either fat or old, are shaking their fans, looking carefree and ready to watch a show.
Tsuruga Camouflage's hand holding the wine cup hesitated slightly. In this stand alone, she could find at least four beasts who had abused and abandoned the Black Miko. But she couldn't do it, not because she couldn't fight against the general's troops with her personal force.
It's not because of cowardice, but because she is afraid that her reckless actions will ruin this swordsmanship showdown in front of the gods.
Never let the god you love have any displeasure. This is the common vision of Tsuruga Camouflage and thousands of black miko.
The blond Negative Ji stood far away in the corner, slowly shaking an ornate fan decorated with paper flowers. When she looked at Jiu'er, her tone became brisk: "Humph... That lingering woman is still so alive and kicking. It's really annoying.
A disgusting guy...Zaemon-emon?"
"My subordinate is here." A calm voice came from behind her.
"let's start."
"yes."
A figure walked out from behind Ji Ji. This was a tall man with short red hair tied into a short braid on the back of his head. Above his nose, he was covered by a hard-shell mask with the words "Unbearable" written on it. All he could see was
He has a mandible and a mouth. He has samurai swords of different sizes on his waist. He wears a straight black suit and has a cold temperament.
Udaemon Zaemon, left and right, holds——【Flame Sword·Guns】!
He jumped a few times and appeared in front of the general stand, half-kneeling on the ground and whispered: "Your Excellency, the time has come."
"Very well, let's get started!"
Following the general's order, four braziers were lit on the tallest, most luxurious, and most solemn platform in front of the martial arts arena. The braziers were filled with precious spices. Hundreds of monks knelt in front of the platform with their bodies hunched over and their hands clasped together.
Putting it on his forehead, he closed his eyes and was sweating profusely while reciting in unison a hymn in praise of Susanoo.
Except for the voices of monks reciting hymns, there was no other sound around. The audience fell to their knees one after another, pressing their foreheads to the ground and not daring to make a sound. The sword-protecting monks could not kneel on the ground due to their duties, but they also knelt on the ground.
Stand on the ground with one hand raised in front of you and recite the hymn silently.
This was a ceremony told by Tsuruga Camouflage to the shogunate. They had no doubts about him and naturally tried their best to do the best.
It was close to noon at this time, when the sun was shining brightly and the temperature was hot, but as the chants echoed above the Hujian Temple, a strong wind began to blow.
Boundless dark clouds gathered from the sky, covering the entire sky above Tosa at an extremely fast speed. An extremely huge vortex of dark clouds was located directly above the sword-protecting temple, slowly rotating. The strong wind blew away the banners on the martial arts field.
Sound.
Tsuruga Camouflage walked up to the high platform dedicated to Susanoo's descent, stood upright, held the [Thousand Swordsman] in both hands, raised it to the sky, and said loudly:
"Welcome to the God!"
Bang! The flames in the four braziers suddenly rose high, and some of the bold ones raised their heads to look at the sky. They were immediately so frightened that they were dumbfounded and dared not move.
A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, reflecting an extremely huge figure deep in the clouds, holding a sword with one arm!
Susanoo!
The crowd below had never seen such a miracle before. General Jiaming was so frightened that he quickly prostrated in the general stand, while the high-ranking officials and nobles of the shogunate and the escorting troops around him were also so frightened that they knelt on the ground.
Even the knife-wielding men were half-kneeling on the ground. Even though there were unruly people among them, their unruliness was only aimed at mortals. No one could stand calmly in the face of [God].
Except for the black miko and Rinami.
The black witches quietly gathered around the altar, holding thousands of swords in their hands and raising them to the sky, with their faces filled with reverence.
Just when the solemn and solemn atmosphere was about to reach its climax, a discordant sound suddenly came from the direction of the mountain road in the distance——
"Oh my, it's such a big battle. I'm not late, am I?"
Sounds familiar! Jiu'er, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly looked up in the direction of the sound. He saw Heather, who was wearing a dark blue cloak, still looking like a carefree and carefree prodigal, stroking the stubble on her chin with a smile.
Denying Ji saw Jiu'er's expression, then looked at Heather, and immediately understood - it's that [Sekiro] Heather? He's really a strange man. Although I don't hate him, the way he appeared in this situation
This is already the worst situation.
General Jiaming's mood at this time was simply angry and frightening: "Go ahead, go ahead! How dare you be so rude before God!? Take it down! Get this madman to me, General!"
Several sword-wielding guards immediately rushed out and slashed at Heather with their swords.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Heather had no intention of taking action at all, and still walked slowly towards the altar with a smile. The guards who were wielding knives at him moved their bodies and heads, and fell to the ground one after another.
Several black witches appeared beside Heather at some unknown time, and they killed the guards with their swords.
"Tsuruga camouflage!? What are your black mikos doing? Everyone, kill this tramp immediately! Immediately!" General Iamiru's roar sounded. What on earth are these damn lowly women thinking? How dare they kill me?
The general's bodyguard?
Broken, things have become troublesome. Jiuer frowned, his mind was racing, trying to find a clever way to save Heather's life. To anger the general and anger the gods at such a critical moment, Heather, are you crazy?
And why did those black witches help him? Is it another poor girl who was confused by this guy's face?
More guards and soldiers roared towards Heather, but were killed by the black witches before they even got close.
It wasn't until she reached the altar that Heather stopped. While looking at the altar, she rubbed her chin and exclaimed: "It's amazing, it's actually made of gold...what was your idea?"
Tsuruga Camouflage half-knelt on the ground, his head hanging down, his voice no longer as indifferent as when he treated others, now full of enthusiasm and longing: "I really can't imagine anything else that can set off your divine appearance. The ceremony is too simple.
, please also reduce the punishment."
Huh? Jiuer, who had just gotten up, was stunned, what? What does Tsuruga camouflage mean?
Not only Jiu'er, but also General Iamaki, Negiji and the knife-wielding man, everyone present was so shocked that they could hardly breathe. Could it be that Tsuruga's words meant——
"How could I punish my black miko? Get up."
Heather laughed, threw the dark blue cloak to Tsuruga Camouflage, and then walked up to the altar step by step.
Every time he takes a step, a thunder will explode in the sky, and the one-armed Susano'o deep in the clouds will grow a little bigger.
When Heather stepped onto the top and sat lazily on the luxurious throne with one hand on her chin, the shadow of Susanoo in the clouds was already big enough to cover the sheath walk.
The time has come for the show to begin, and a fight of blood and iron must be offered to the gods.