The sword drew his sword, and then fell.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and the footsteps were very hurried, and there was more than one person.

Marisa held the gossip furnace and looked vigilantly at the green-shirted swordsman who was also bleeding from his chest.

Yakumo Murasaki and Yuyuko stood together from a distance, watching the end of this farce.

Only Youmeng was still focused on drugging Jianya's fracture.

A lot of high-grade medicinal herbs that made the corners of Reimu's eyes unpumped, like filling up a dam, were sprinkled on Jian Ya's wound without money.

It hurts, and the painful sword is about to scream.

But he didn't scream, because someone hurt more than him.

Youmeng took the ointment and bandage, and looked at Kenya's broken arm, as if he felt that his arm had been cut off, and it hurt.

The heart hurts.

Kenya looked at the teardrop on her eyelashes, stretched out his left hand, and slapped it on her head.

But he didn't tease her hair like he used to.

Only, Marisa saw Sekyuko in Saigyoji Temple step by step, walking away from Yakumo Purple and walking to the side of Yachiyi Kenya.

Seeing her pointing at the heel of the Eight Intentions Jianya, she reacted and gave Jianya medicine with Youmeng to stop the bleeding.

The reason why she can rest assured not to guard against the Eight Meanings Sword is simple.

Because she saw the heel of the Eight Senses Kenya, and it began to glow.

As green and dark as the fluorescent of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

A little groggy.

A little bit is starting to go away.

……

……

Yamagi looked at this scene more than a dozen paces away and did nothing.

Looking at Jian Ya, who also had a wound with him, and watching the wound on his broken arm continue to be suppressed, he seemed to have a deeper understanding of Kenya's sword path in his heart.

He may have really gone the wrong way.

Glancing at the severed arm on the ground, he spoke towards Kenya

"You didn't think about it...... Maybe you won't be able to swing your sword again? 」

Jian Ya asked Youmeng and the others to get out of the way, and looked at the Eight Meanings Sword Ya, who was not far away, and the figure began to gradually blur

"1,300 years ago...... Didn't you think you might die before that canyon?"

"Nope. 」

The answer is very confident, very proud, and very conceited.

But this answer suited him well, so Kenya said the same.

"Neither do I. 」

"I will continue to learn swords even if I don't have hands, and I am a teacher in the dojo, so even if I can't swing a sword myself, I can teach my students how to hold a sword. So I didn't think that my life would be without a sword. 」

"It's just an arm for a victory...... It seems to be too bold. 」

Speaking of this, Yayi Kenya sighed.

"I'm a little bit worthless for you. How can a moment of courage last a lifetime?"

Jian Ya was slightly stunned when he heard this, and watched the light begin to spread to his waist, and instantly understood that at this time, the other party was definitely not referring to the spirit of his previous sword.

It's about his future attitude towards life.

So he replied without ambiguity and with the same seriousness.

"Dr. Yonglin's medical skills are very good. 」

This time, the Eight Intentions Sword was stunned, and then looked up and smiled.

He nodded, thinking to himself that Yonglin's medical skills were indeed good.

Then I thought about some of the days of the month, but this time I didn't continue to speak.

His form began to fade away, slowly turning into fluorescent.

When the whole person turns into fluorescent, it is the time when the Eight Meanings Sword dies.

At the same time, it is also the time of the rebirth of the sword.

So the Eight Meanings Sword Ya didn't talk nonsense, one after another, and said what he wanted to say.

"The sword from before...... You haven't chosen a name yet, have you?"

Jian Ya looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled slightly, he didn't expect the other party to raise his sword at such a time.

But it's very much like their style.

He kind of understood what he meant, so he said 'please'.

After hearing this, Eight Meanings Sword Ya raised his head slightly and looked at the south of the White Jade Tower.

There is a flower field over there, and there are a lot of flowers, all of which are sunflowers.

"I originally thought that the sword was just a sharp edge, not a foreign business, but now it seems to be wrong. 」

"For 1,300 years, I can basically be regarded as invincible. 」

"I can defeat my moves like this...... It's embarrassing, but it has to have a name. 」

He paused, squinting his eyes, as if he saw a woman holding a parasol looking at him.

"Do your best, don't ask the way forward, no regrets. 」

"A sword comes out, and there is no match. 」

"Should—"

Musou

"This sword is called the Peerless Sword. 」

Marisa on the side bowed her head and was silent, thinking that a sword technique with only one arm was really a peerless sword technique.

Although Kenya also thought of this, he did not refuse.

This may be the last words of the man in front of him, that is, the last words.

So he said nothing and would not refuse.

He nodded and said yes.

It's just that there is a stinging pain in the depths of my heart that rises up again, and the stabbing heart begins to twitch.

"What is there to cry about. 」

Eight Meanings Kenya looked at the young man whose eyes began to glow, as if he felt a little angry for him, and he threw the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his hand to Kenya.

Jian Zai, who was still in a daze, just subconsciously took over the Budu Imperial Soul with his left hand.

"I'll give you two swords, and I'll give you a few words at the end. 」

"I really want to see the world behind me, and I may never have the opportunity in this life...... But the good thing is that you are stronger than me, I am on the wrong path, you just don't go to it. 」

"And the name Kenya is good...... I hope you can continue to use it, and the last name will not be used, and it will feel disgusting for two men to use one name. 」

"It's best to keep your mouth shut, or even forget about what you saw during the ritual, because it's really not worth visiting for you. 」

"I don't think I can go now. 」

Suddenly, the fluorescence of the Eight Intentions Sword suddenly became dazzling under the Westbound Demon.

His figure finally began to flicker vaguely, making it difficult to see.

He took one last serious look at Kenya.

The face is not handsome, and he can only score six or seven points out of ten out of ten, with flat head and broken hair, like knife eyebrows.

The eyes are blindly straight, and the expression is blindly serious.

Much like a swordsman.

He thought to himself.

"You may not be able to reach the heights of my past in your life...... But just like your previous sword, there may be more things in a person's life than just strength and weakness that we don't care about. 」

"So don't be bound by this place in your life. 」

"I've got time to see the higher worlds. 」

Jian Ya answered in a hoarse voice.

This time, he never looked at him again.

Eight Meanings Kenya narrowed his eyes, and finally took the young man's appearance into his mind.

Nodding lightly towards Yakumo Zi, he whispered something that no one could hear except Yakumo Zi.

Then it becomes fluorescent, crumbles, disappears.

Light flew like fireflies on the altar.

Kenya still lowered his head and pursed his lips.

He knew in his heart that this light was as bright as a sword.

It is impossible to shine again.

……

……

In the Nameless Hill, the shrine maidens of the first generation are fiercely fighting with many youkai.

The word fight is not accurate, and crushing is more appropriate.

The monsters were dead or wounded, the scene was tense, and this group of monsters that were supposed to be used to intercept Kazami Yuka finally reached the most difficult moment.

They watched warily at the red-and-white shrine maiden.

Many pairs of eyes were staring at the mask at the same time.

No one dared to stop them, no one dared to speak, and no one even dared to show any angry expression in their eyes.

The Ancestral Shrine Maiden was once considered to be the strongest Hakurei Shrine Maiden.

It wasn't until the appearance of this generation of shrine maidens that the name gradually began to be inherited.

Only a few people knew that the ancestral shrine maiden was still hiding somewhere in Gensokyo, and was still breathing.

Knowing that she is more serious than the wind and has more serious injuries than her.

But the monsters still won't stop.

This shrine maiden with a fox mask and a hand against fox monsters.

Even if she is seriously injured, she is the strongest Hakurei shrine maiden,

She stopped suddenly.

The big and small monsters that followed also stopped.

But she didn't pay attention to the sneaky monsters, she just raised her head, the fox mask facing the sky.

looked in the direction of the white jade building and greeted slightly.

There was a fluorescent flicker in the white jade building.

She knew that it meant that there was one less invincible swordsman in the world.

There is one more unparalleled teenager.

……

……

Bayi Yonglin looked at this young man at this moment and was silent.

The victory ended with this guy's unreasonable sword.

At the same time, it is right to end Yakumo's plan.

Her heart is not good, and this feeling seems to be very similar to what humans call reluctance.

Or maybe it's some kind of emotion that is deeper than reluctance.

Her gaze turned to the young man who had just been picked up by herself, and changed to a very professional appearance.

"Injuries to the hands and feet aside...... There were no sequelae even from the internal organs...... You're really strong......

"But I still advise you, you do have a much healthier body than the average human, but that doesn't mean you can continue to play like this. I came to the hospital not long after I was discharged from the hospital, do you want to spread bad rumors on my side?"

After a pause, thinking of a certain annoying tengu in Youkai Mountain, Tsukino's mind continued to say with a straight face.

「…… You don't look like you're listening carefully after talking for so long, and I'll report the details in writing to Mr. Huiyin at the temple. 」

"Then spare me!"

The young man scratched his head with his left hand and smiled bitterly.

"I'm listening carefully, although I have my right hand, but I haven't reached the point where I can live a normal life, and I usually have to pay attention to bathing and not touching the wound...... Right?"

"Also, if you don't want to scrap your right hand, I've advised you not to hold a sword in the last two months. 」

"Not with the left hand?"

"Although I don't know how to use swords, I should avoid too serious exercises. 」

"I'll do my best. 」

「…… I'd better talk to Teacher Huiyin seriously. 」

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll check the wound every week and write a report to the doctor!

Speaking of this, Jian Ya sighed, thinking that he had promised Huiyin that he wouldn't get hurt casually.

As a result, I only took a day of sick leave and went to the hospital again, but this time I couldn't let Huiyin know what he said.

Otherwise, the job I finally found would really be lost by my behavior.

After all, my recent behavior really can't play a positive role as a positive leader for the children in others, and it's a bit disqualified as a teacher.

He frowned, and thought about his recent events repeatedly, and it seemed that it was indeed a little too often.

At the same time, take this opportunity to recuperate from your injuries, as well as ...... Hone......

Swordsmanship, right?

Weighing the two cloth soul swords on his waist, Jian Zai smiled slightly.

Maybe it's time to ask for advice on demon dream swordsmanship.

No longer wandering, get up in style.

Kenya bowed respectfully to the physician who had healed his wounds.

Then start and get ready to leave.

At this moment, Yonglin suddenly spoke, I don't know if it was Jian Ya's illusion, and his tone seemed to tremble a little.

"I thought you'd ask me about the Eight Intentions Sword. 」

The sword paused.

"I made a pact with him that I wouldn't ask about those things. Dr. Yonglin has a lot of kindness to me...... This time, the Budu Imperial Soul Sword was also shot by Doctor Yonglin, right?"

She nodded, in acknowledgement.

Jian Ya suddenly turned around, looked at Doctor Yonglin's somewhat uncomfortable appearance, and suddenly smiled bitterly.

"I'm the hardest person to deal with kindness, and I really don't want to embarrass you. 」

"Moreover, I am also going to my own life, and if he is your husband of Dr. Yonglin, I always welcome you to take revenge. 」

"At that time, even if I won't be restrained, I will let you make a few moves. 」

"Although I don't have the strength to win against you at all. 」

"You really know how to say pretty things......

Yonglin blinked and looked at the upright young man in front of him.

The back of the boy is very upright, like a teenager 1,300 years ago.

It's just a slight difference that the one in front of me is more simple and simple.

So, she spoke up to correct a blind spot that the teenager had said earlier.

"It's family. 」

"Huh?"

Really, with such a strange expression?

Do I look like a husband and wife with him?

Thinking of this, Yonglin closed her eyes a little angrily.

"It's not a husband, it's just an idler who suddenly borrowed my surname. 」

"I'm really sorry for causing you so much trouble!"

With a wave of his hand, he impatiently chased away the teenager who had been muttering unclear words like 'family' until he left the infirmary.

Reisen slowly pushed open the door and brought the mooncakes that the rabbits had just made a few days ago to his desk.

I took a piece and took a bite.

It's a bit salty.

Yonglin glanced up at the sky and thought.

How can mooncakes specially made according to Yonglin's taste be salty?

It was late at night and quiet.

There was a bright moon hanging in the sky.

Reizen looked at his master in surprise.

I saw a tear running down the face of the master craftsman.

She muttered to herself.

"It's family......

It's too salty.

It's all the smell of tears.

She cried.

……

……

A few days later -

The swordsmanship teacher in the human body suddenly put on a green shirt.

Even if he asked him about him with kindness, he was only vaguely asked.

Although I don't think it's just a trivial matter, since he refuses to confess like this, I have to make a decision.

I plan to ask about this through Huiyin's side knock.

=A=Speaking of which, this teacher is unexpectedly afraid of Huiyin.,Should I focus on it here?。

A fierce swordsmanship teacher...... Is he actually an ordinary teacher who is afraid of his boss?

Barnyard Aqiu, who was writing a report, suddenly felt that this paragraph was inappropriate, so he dipped his pen in ink and crossed out this paragraph.

Finally, looking at the report that he was asked to write by the monster sage, he rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that it was still inappropriate.

It wasn't until he heard the repeated reports from his servants that he hurriedly got up and walked to the door.

It was Lord Yakumo Blue of the Yakumo family who visited.

The visit was nothing else, but it was the report and the ......

She looked at her wooden table.

On the wooden table, in addition to the pen and ink that had not yet dried, next to the ten-day observation report of Jianya, which he had just written, there was another book dozens of times thicker.

The book has just been opened.

It was a copy that the barnyard family once accidentally obtained from the king of Hades for the book of life and death.

One of them is inextricably linked to the swordsman from 1,300 years ago.

She looked at the words again, still in disbelief and unable to extricate herself.

It's just that the few words at the end of this are too terrible and terrifying.

It reads—

After the first battle of Qingxia, the whereabouts of the eight-meaning sword are unknown.

Still alive.

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PS: End of this volume