Holding his sister in his arms, the clogs of Yixin were stained with the blood of the yin flow and ran out of the dojo.

So, the master's daughter, was saved.

"Brother Yixin, do you still want to practice swords, isn't it the sword that has ruined our family?"

'Sword...... Is it really that good, better than me?'

'Is revenge really that important?' Do you want revenge even if it will involve you and my current peace and happiness in that bottomless vortex?'

'Husband, behold, this child is very much like you, hopefully...... It's not going to be a weird kid who only knows how to practice swords......

Just when he was determined to live a peaceful life with his master's daughter.

Something happened again.

The news of a woman holding a child and driving into the river made headlines in the Wano Country newspapers.

And what happened after that............ I'm sure you're all aware of that.

Since then, he has slept wherever it is dark and set out from wherever it is dawn.

In order to find the enemy, and the ultimate meaning of the Yin Current.

Now, in front of the heart that has thought about all this............

The enemy has been found, but the mystery is not yet ............

Blood.

What does a single blood word mean?

Yixin, who stepped into the whirlpool of the sea of blood alone, had seen too much blood, but he still hadn't understood the meaning.

Now, before he died, he once again remembered his wife's face and his master's sternness.

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind.

One mind, I fully understood it in an instant.

Blood, that is, blood. There is only blood, and the long horizontal line is not unfinished!

Rather, it is the best way to record it in that case!!

Blood, the key is blood!

Not the blood of others, not the blood of blood.

but their own blood!!

You can only slash yourself! See your own weakness!

Pay the price of blood!!

in order to grasp the ultimate mystery!!

Put all of yourself into swinging swords, muscles, joints, and even blood!

I see...... The blood acts as a lubricator............

Master, forgive the disciple for not being talented, and then I understand...... This is the ultimate meaning of the Ichino Tai Sword............

Swords, unlike bows, do not gain an advantage in numbers, and there is no next chance.

If you miss a sword, there will be no next time.

Yin flow, there is no next time.

There is no next time.

If you have nothing, you will be born as a samurai.

One............ Nothing!!

There is no one, only zero!!

Zero, that is, nothing, nothing.

This move is the new Yin Flow, the mystery of the Tai Knife - [Zero Flash]!!!

The already contradictory concept of kendo is the same as the selfless realm that Aoyama used that day.

Just as a person picks up a sword for the sake of being strong, and only discovers his weakness after picking up the sword.

One heart, finally at this moment.

I found my own strength.

The posture and expression are as sharp as a sword.

There is no emotion between the sword eyebrows and the stars, only the sword qi remains.

The sword in his hand has also become an extension of his body.

The body and mind have become one with the blade.

Pour your own blood into the sheath and your life into the sword.

The last flickering flame in life is like wielding all of your life, as described in the words, one sword, only this one. There is absolutely no next time.

He stood there, his feet firmly on the ground, a cold breeze ruffling his hair, all the sounds, the smells, even the wind—all slowly faded, until at last the whole world was reduced to the union of man and sword.

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Can't see, don't know.

We don't know when Ichishin swung the sword.

I don't know exactly how the knife was wielded.

What was he thinking when he swung the knife? What was his mood? happy, happy, helpless?

I don't know, I don't understand it at all.

Even so, there's many, many more things we can figure out.

At that time, the wind blew through the courtyard, and the plum trees quietly swayed their branches.

At that time, on the screen of the porch, the figures of the two were reflected.

At that time, the wake-up bamboo in the courtyard was filled with water and struck on the stones, making a crisp sound.

At that time, in a pond surrounded by a row of stones, a carp jumped out, set off a splash track, and fell into the pond again.

At that time, because of the strong wind, the stone pillar lamp in the courtyard was also extinguished.

Immediately afterward, a thin slit appeared in the line of sight, and when viewed from the outside in, it seemed as if the whole courtyard and the house had been divided into two parts, one in two.

In the next moment, the whole world seemed to start tilting slightly and collapsing.

And when we found that the stone pillar lamp had become two and slipped slightly......

When we see the water droplets in the air carried up by the carp, they are also divided into two parts.

When we found that the beating sound of the waking bamboo did not come as expected.

When the branches of the plum tree fall to the ground one by one.

When the screen was stained with a large shadow over the position of Komatengu's form.

We've just figured it out, the thing we were trying to figure out.

Only then did we know that we knew that we were single-minded...... The knife has already been slashed.

Can't hear, can't see.

Fast, it's really ............

It's too fast.

At that time, Yixin seized the last opportunity and used a move [Zero Flash].

Hold the knife, draw the knife, swing the knife.

Chopped, laughed, goodbye.

Saying goodbye to his past self and creating a new high for the Yin Stream swordsmanship, Kitamura Isshin has a satisfied smile on his face.

It wasn't until he did hear the sound of Komatengu falling to the ground that he lost his strength.

Losing too much blood and losing his physical strength, the dark blue kimono plopped like this, and with all the shadows of his past, he fell in a pool of blood.

Master...... Less in charge...... Wife...... Ladies and gentlemen..................

I, Kitamura, am dedicated to you......

Revenge, snow hate.

The sword eyebrows and starry eyes were stained with blood, and they became no longer sharp, as if they had put a knife into its sheath.

His vision had begun to blur, but Kitamura always felt that he could see that there were many people standing in front of him, some with their heads held high, some with tears in the corners of their eyes, and some ............ Still so stern and resolute.

'There's no next time!You're doing a great job!'

'You're doing well, you're doing well!!

'Husband...... Whining...... You...... It's amazing............'

'One heart!one heart!Kitamura one-heart!Our yin--Kitamura one-heart!!'

Under the gaze of these people, Yixin's eyes gradually closed.

Just like that day, he knelt in the snow in front of the Yin Stream Gate, surrounded by warmth............

Behold, out of the porch...... It's snowing again.

Snowflakes on the streets...... Floating...... Floating...... Floating..................

It floated over the top of the Taoist priest's head, stuck to his hair, and instantly changed into water droplets and disappeared.

On the corner near the port, somehow it's so hot that it's like a steamer.

At this moment, Qingshan has fallen into a bitter battle.

Around...... There's also a little bit of smoke.

What's going on?

This has to start with the first sword that Qingshan swung just now............

At that time, Aoyama slashed down with a sword, and he was about to hit the body of the Yin Moro, but it passed through as if chasing the wind and catching shadows.

At the same time, a murderous aura spread from behind him, causing him to tremble and instinctively rush forward.

"Huh...... Can you even feel the presence of the old man?"

Looking back, Qingshan was suddenly speechless.

I saw that Yin Mora was standing in place, and the two pitch-black eyes did not have any reflection, like a black hole that devoured everything.

The things in your hands are even more frightening and terrifying.

The tip of the extremely large cigarette gun has a very sharp blade structure, and the smoke at the pipe is constantly filled, and in the mouthpiece, there is sometimes a trace of blue fire looming..................

Chaos, this is the 'chaos' in the strange power chaos.

Aoyama's brain, which is well-read, is like an electricity meter when using an air conditioner, and it keeps turning.

He knew that he had encountered this kind of enemy before, and he had just missed a few swords, probably because he was in a state of confusion and carelessness, and he didn't see his true body clearly, and only slashed a cloud of smoke left by the other party.

Yes, it's good, as long as you know this, you can still fight............

"Come on, you demonic alien!"

Under the dark eyes, layers of folds were quietly stacked together, like a thousand-layered giant tower of pain, waiting for people to climb...... Or is it ...... Fall.

"Ho ho ho ho ...... Young man, your heart is still in turmoil!......?

"I'm going to die. ”

！！！

As soon as the words fell, the figure of Yin Mora dispersed into a cloud of smoke and disappeared directly in front of Qingshan's eyes!!

Where? Where is it coming?

Qingshan held his breath and condensed, feeling that the other party was really in the direction, but found that ............

The enemy is still in front of him!!

Whoosh——————

With a single stroke of the sword, the green mountain sword that flashed with blue light shot straight ahead, without a trace of hesitation and confusion, piercing through the fog——————

Qiang !!

Covered in smoke as a cover, Onmora appeared, and at this moment, he was using the huge smoking gun to stop Aoyama's flying sword.

On his face, he still had a terrible smile.

"Ho ho ho ho ...... Even if you can find me, you won't be able to kill me!"

Thorn la la la————

The sound of the metal grinding violently came, and blue flames flashed and gushed in the mouthpiece.

A force arose, and in the next moment, Qingshan's flying sword was rubbed against him by the smoking gun.

The enemy is also pressed into front of him.

Flying Sword ...... Not enough!!

Qingshan immediately retreated sharply with a traceless pace of stepping on the snow, and as he retreated, his mind kept spinning like a clockwork gear.

In fact, after coming to the Street of Swords, Aoyama rarely used flying swords.

On the one hand, swordsmanship needs to be supported by the wrist, and on the other hand, the strength of the sword that is separated from the palm of the hand will also be reduced to a certain extent.

It can be said that the farther away from oneself, the worse its quality becomes.