The road to the altar was long, longer than Kenya had imagined.

He walked on the dim road where the road ahead was set, looked at the end not far away, and took a deep breath.

It's been more than half a month since I came to Gensokyo. Whether it's the attack of youkai, the work of people, the children of the dojo, or the gossip of tengu, he has gradually become accustomed to it.

It's just that I think of Marisa's kindness and Fujiwara Meihong...... Jian Ya scratched the back of his head a little irritably.

Obviously, after coming out of the Enchanted Forest, he decided that after finding a job in the barnyard field, his wife would live a peaceful life, and then look for memories as much as he could......

No...... Even after meeting Marisa and others, and even after learning that he wasn't human, Kenya still thinks so. Neither he has changed in essence, nor has he changed as a human being or as a swordsman.

Actually, it won't change. If it weren't for Yakumo Zi's invitation, he would probably be a swordsmanship teacher in the world for the rest of his life.

But when I think of this person named Kenya, my first encounter with Rumia, my overnight stay with Marisa and Alice, and the kindness of my acquaintance with the Barnyard family or Huiyin......

That way he will not regret what he has done. Because they are not just for themselves who have just entered Gensukyo and have nothing, but also for Jian Ya, who is in a confused period of life.

They each used their own ways to express the same sentence to Jian Ya euphemistically or bluntly.

You must have this and have the value of your existence.

So I encouraged him, supported him, pushed him, and walked here step by step.

If you compare this path that has been set to the end of his life.

At this moment, a second-rate swordsman who has lost his memory and feels confused about his life, this young man named Kenya.

His life had come to an end.

If the sword is only for one person from beginning to end, he will only live for one person. His life will be so miserable and helpless, just like this dark road that is getting narrower and narrower, towards the abyss.

But now, ahead of him, at the end of that dim path.

There is light.

It was the light of the future, shining on Kenya's body, making him feel very warm and comfortable.

At the same time, this light is very similar to the sword light of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword. With an indomitable and overwhelming momentum, it only instantly dispelled all the darkness on the road under his feet.

He, a second-rate swordsman in the world, is a man named Kenya.

A step towards the dazzling blue light.

Kenya never regretted his decision at all.

One step is followed by the second step.

In order to restore the hearts of the people who helped Gensokyo, he has already made up his mind to fight next, and he will do his best to work hard and fight.

It's for his own life.

He will never give up.

The third step is another step, which is more weight-bearing than the previous two...... Heroic. At the same time, his whole temperament began to change dramatically. It exudes a unique momentum from the bones.

If I'm no longer a sword, lose all the support from you, and become the man who has nothing in the Forest of Magic. So what should I do?

Weak and weak to accept the provocation of the monster and be eaten by them?

Don't try anything, just let others comment on the benefactor who knows you well?

No, it's not.

The answer is already known.

It was a mistake from the beginning to make the memories and personalities of others a positive goal in life.

Even if it is as small as a gritty difference, it is revealed from oneself and has accumulated little by little.

He, the sword, is the sword.

He, the sword, is the swordsman.

It's not about giving up on yourself when you have nothing, it's not about casually despising your life because you don't have a memory. The most fundamental difference between him and the Eight Meanings Sword is that he is very weak.

Weak, very weak.

It doesn't have the power of a youkai, it doesn't have the longevity of a god, and it's not even as well-informed as some of its peers in many ways.

But in the same place, they are all very persistent, very persistent, and in some places they are very hopeless.

1,300 years ago, a young man in a green shirt held a long sword and blocked the pace of tens of thousands of monsters with his weak body.

Then, 1,300 years later, a teenager with the same name and the same appearance, but a little different in the depths of his bones, took another step.

Just like 1,300 years ago, one step out, ten thousand demons retreat.

Just like 1,300 years later, on the demon mountain, there are wild words.

When he opened his eyes again, the bottom of Kenya's heart had become extremely clear and transparent.

Everything is at its peak, and it is just a matter of drawing the sword.

So, take the leap.

Just like everything that happened when you came to Gensokyo, take a step forward.

Life, the life of the sword, should be like this, with a sword in hand, indomitable.

After solving them one by one, you will definitely be able to find something.

INTERVIEWER yes, haven't you always done that so far?

So, thinking of this, Jian Ya smiled slightly, and took this last step with an indomitable peak state.

Come on, another me, my past life.

That's all we can do together, overlapping footprints.

After that, the emperor and queen earth are not what you can look forward to.

I will prove it with all my heart and all my might.

On the heart of kendo, move forward......

You, not as good as me.

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I don't know if it's because the eight-meaning sword on the altar is too solemn, but the feeling that the pillar of light produced to Reimu and the others this time is far more compelling than when he appeared on the stage before.

No, the imposing statement is not enough to describe the feeling that the center of the altar brings to Reimu now.

It's just that in terms of momentum, Gensokyo has countless powerful monsters or gods that are far superior to this. It's a feeling that makes you can't look at it directly, and it makes your eyebrows water.

More like a sharp edge.

The edge of the sword.

It's not just something of this level of sword light, it's far beyond this, and it doesn't belong to the scope of Hakuri Reimu's expertise, other fields, skills, and a manifestation that is close to the Dao.

It has gone far beyond the realm of ordinary human exploration, and if it is not engraved into the bones of something, it is impossible to achieve this kind of transparent and burning feeling.

Is it a demonstration of the Eight Wills Sword Ya?

No, that man's words don't look like he would do such a meaningless thing, and if it were that kind of intriguing man, he wouldn't be able to emit such a beautiful and thorough cyan spiritual power.

Although I don't want to admit it, that...... Sure enough, it was a good thing that Jian Ya did.

What happened to make him change like this? The whole person was reborn, although the use of spiritual power was still so rough that he couldn't bear to look at directly, and in terms of quantity, it only borrowed the effect of the altar.

But if you have to compare it with the past, the spiritual power that is pouring out after the operation of the sword is now poured.

It's like the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

Then, Reimu used Hakurei's secret technique to infuse the weak spiritual power into his eyes, looking at the center of the altar, the direction of the pillar of light.

In the center of the altar, a vague figure was constantly walking towards the Eight Meanings Sword. It was as if returning from a very distant place, and each step closer made the momentum of the pillar of light more and more grand.

However, what surprised Reimu was not the extraordinary amount of spiritual power, but the change in its essence—the attributes of spiritual power.

The original altar gathered spiritual power is likened to the sea that is gathered by countless water droplets and forcibly let it circulate and stay.

The current sword is just the aura that he subconsciously poured out, just like the river that is constantly rushing and roaring when the storm comes.

Although the number cannot be compared to the Eight Intentions Sword Ya, who has completely controlled all the spiritual power on the altar, the spiritual power he blooms now is like a sharp sword, constantly showing his brilliance as a sword.

The place where the Eight Meanings Sword is squeezed.

…… Terrible.

Reimu Hakurei closed her eyes and marveled at the man in the center of the altar from the bottom of her heart.

He who was able to directly resist such an astonishing run of spiritual power and calmly continue the difficult ritual manipulation was definitely not the kind of person who was greedy for life and afraid of death as they had imagined before.

Being able to face the power and coercion of others is a symbol of strength in the bottom of the heart, and a warrior who can do it himself and go all out. There will be no room for imminent death.

Moreover, even though he didn't think carefully about what Yakumo Murasaki said, he could intuitively feel it from Reimu, and this ritual was by no means as simple as Yakumo Murasaki said.

At least she herself definitely didn't bring herself there for this purpose.

So what's it?

What is it that you are ignoring?

Just as Reimu was about to grab something, suddenly Yume's exclamation interrupted her thoughts.

She followed Yume's surprised gaze to the altar

What caught her eye was the eight-meaning sword with a calm face in a green shirt.

By the same slightly green sword in clothes.

This image of a punch and falling to the ground.

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Yakumo covered her face and turned around, unable to bear to look directly.

In this short afternoon, she saw a strange unfolding far more wonderful than it had been more than a thousand years ago.

At the same time, it is even more unbearable to look at it directly.

Alas, mom, not to mention the heroic temperament of a punch, in addition to memory, Jian Zai, even the personality part has become as off-line as in your previous life.

Anyway, you are obviously a swordsman, what kind of trouble do you use your fists? With belts, branches, and stones, which is not more thrilling than the passionate picture of smashing the bridge of your nose with your fist?

The whole person's painting style has become strange, hey.

The monster sage, who has completely shamelessly faced the old folks of the fantasy country, is like the eldest lady of the Red Devil Pavilion, holding his head with regret and crying, for the sake of introducing the Eight Meanings Sword to Marisa and the others proudly...... Shame.

Similarly, on the altar, Yi Geng is upright and upright, completely different from a certain unscrupulous reporter on the monster mountain, he is really an upright young swordsman in his bones, and he is looking at his hands blankly at the moment.

…… Just now, because I suddenly saw a face similar to my own, I couldn't help but punch it.

Is this the conditioned reflex that Huiyin mentioned in class......

Anyway, this guy is my past life?

Kenya raised his eyebrows and looked at the green-shirted swordsman who was holding his nose and bending forward in frustration.

Unexpected......

……………… It's weak

Although the previous punch had some elements of surprise and sneak attack in it, it did not reach the realm that a martial artist who had been trained for a long time could not dodge.

In addition to swordsmanship, especially in fist and foot kung fu, it has been evaluated as useless by Inugotsu......

That...... Was he such a useless fist and foot kung fu, and the eight-meaning sword that was beaten away with one punch, is it weak and pitiful?

Probably...... It's not like that, maybe it's just that he hasn't exercised well for 1,300 years, so he was unprepared for being hit by Jianya.

…… It always feels like it's not convincing with reason.

Don't know why...... Kenya also had an unbelievable feeling in his heart at this moment.

However, just as Kenya was thinking frantically about his previous life being so off-line, the brother who was punched away by him and had a broken nose shook his body and slowly stood up.

Then he straightened the bridge of his nose and looked at Jian Ya in a strange tone, and his face couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

"I thought it was a warm hug that I hadn't seen in many years...... The result is a passionate three-step fist......

No...... That's just a simple reflex......

"The hostility towards me is deep to the bone, mate. 」

It's just that I just hate to see a guy with the same face as himself, doing strange things.

Also, that title is disgusting, stop it.

"I thought you'd choose a sword...... I didn't expect to be so backbone, and I took the scabbard, which is amazing, and even then I won't keep my hand. 」

What rice?

Kenya followed his gaze and glanced at his feet, which was the scabbard of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword...... Under the backdrop of the spiritual power of the altar, it looks more and more ...... Unobtrusive.

Anyway, that guy was making a gesture of shame with his face......

I hope I didn't make a rude act towards them.

Jian Zai toe picked up, and the scabbard flew into the air, and he grabbed it lightly in his hand.

While he was wary of the green-shirted swordsman who held the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his hand, he felt the situation inside the scabbard.

Spiritual Power Flows......

…… not

The scabbard, which was originally built to serve the sword body, could not be as sensitive to aura as the Budu Imperial Soul Sword, not to mention that the original purpose of the scabbard was to protect the sword body from decay...... There will be a ghost who will react violently to spiritual power.

So at this moment, the scabbard that belongs to the sword, and the reason why its existence is ignored by the sword is also for this reason.

…… Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't seen the scabbard properly in a positive way except for the first chapter.

Wait a minute...... Chose a scabbard?

Kenya suddenly recalled what the young man in the green shirt had said earlier.

Looking at Jian Ya, he seemed to have finally come to his senses, and the young man named Bayi also put on an offensive posture and nodded slightly.

"Yes, I originally came to fight against you with an unfavorable attitude, but you unexpectedly chose the scabbard with the backbone, and I am really glad that you can still challenge yourself so persistently when you only have one Budu Imperial Soul Sword. 」

"Then, in response, I will use all my skills to fight you. 」

"Those who lose are dead, their souls are scattered, it is better to be reincarnated, and there is never hope of reappearing in the world......

…… From the halfway point of what the young man in the green shirt said, he didn't listen to it carefully.

At this moment, his mind was blank, until the moment the young man in the green shirt stabbed with a long sword, and he was embarrassed to dodge.

At the same time, Huiyin's words to the students in the dojo suddenly echoed in his ears.

That's in Gensokyo, no...... A wise quote that works anywhere.

It's also what Kenya often uses to reprimand Marisa for some threatening actions.

Only now, the appearance of misfortune seems to have befallen him.

That sentence is......

"If you don't die, you won't die, why don't I understand. 」

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PS: Look, in order to make the book review area more lively, I even wrote this kind of plot in the swordsman, don't you have a few comments to praise my fearless spirit?

PS2: Actually, part of it is used to celebrate the clumsy 50 chapters, and at the same time make up for my f5 all day, and I just saw Master Lu's irrigation [It's definitely not a complaint here that Master Lu never evaluates my plot well.,Thank you for the recommended votes.,I'll reply to you seriously every time...... Even if it is irrigated]

PS3: I'm going to update three demons...... If the response in the book review area is enthusiastic, or the book friend group is strong, I will update more diligently.