Prologue: Strange Forces

When I woke up, it was Japan's Sengoku period. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the land of Echigo, the war between Uesugi and Takeda was in full swing.

The ghost warrior who stood up in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses was slightly confused.

Who am I?

Where is this?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't understand, a black armor, the two horns raised high on the helmet, it's neither Uesugi nor Takeda, it's just...

Strong and brave, he is 170 centimeters tall, and the moment he stands up from the ground, he makes countless ashigaru fears.

It was a figure who didn't know anything but killing.

Shura, who was covered in iron armor, picked up his two knives from the ground, one long and one short, and matched them on his waist.

If you don't understand, it's good if you don't want to.

But there is only one thing to understand.

"Now, you know, what am I?"

Turning around, the samurai, with blood and tears flowing under his helmet, asked softly.

"Hell!!It's a ghost!!"

The ashigaras screamed and ran away, but Shura laughed.

"I see, I'm a ghost."

Striding across the battlefield, the blade wind stirred up by the double knives drawn from his waist several swings easily harvested life.

Since it's a ghost, you have to fight, right?

If it's a ghost, it's going to kill people, right?

"My name is"

Then, having come to his senses, Shura came up with a name for himself.

"Grinding Shura Birth"

From Echigo to Tanba, from Kasuga Yamajo to Oeyama.

Kill, kill, kill, kill

Bloodstained all the way

Eventually, the name of the Buddha resounded throughout the earth

Kill, kill, kill, kill

Eyes slightly closed

Eventually, a woman stopped in front of him.

"Ahh

The blonde woman with the wine, dressed in a gorgeous robe, has an extremely dangerous aura on her body.

The unprecedented crisis made Shura, who was immersed in killing and death, also wake up a little from that crimson dream.

He, from a long time ago, has been dreaming.

A dream of killing, a dream full of blood.

From the moment he killed the first person, the joyful path of Shura gave him a dream.

It's just that it's time to wake up.

Pulling out the blood-stained twin blades from his waist, the young Shura raised his head and took a deep breath.

Already, early autumn.

The cold atmosphere inhaled into the lungs cleared the mind a lot.

"Who are you?"

The woman in front of her is not human, because on her head, there is a horn.

Red, ramming horns.

"Ah, shouldn't you give your own name when you ask for someone's name?"

The gorgeously dressed, almost like a drinking feast, smiled, picked up the wine bowl, and drank freely. Shura couldn't help but have an itchy throat.

If it's a ghost, how can you not like alcohol?

"Grinding Shura Birth"

There is no sword, because there is no certainty of victory, even if it is Shura who kills 10,000 people, there is no certainty of defeating the person in front of him.

The number of wins and losses is five or five, although it is worth fighting, but Shura cares more about the wine in her hand.

Something clear and transparent, bewitching all beings.

"So, my name, Star Bear Yongyi"

Seeing the boy's desire for what was in her hand, the blonde-haired youkai smiled and handed over the bowl without the slightest embarrassment or hesitation.

"Good"

Shura didn't know what he was answering, but he took the bowl.

For the first time, the hands holding the knife had the knife back into its scabbard before killing a sentient being.

The black Shura drank the wine.

"I am Shura"

"I'm the Star Bear Boy"

The teenager and the blonde woman laughed at the same time.

Then, on the way, we walked on the big river.

The ghost has found a companion, and such a ghost, a ghost who can drink, is the real ghost.

When the float is white!