In the eyes of the others, the tattered scabbard fell to the ground like something being lubricated, and all that was left in Sousuke Araki's hand was a bare hilt.

This unsheathed July rain is like a whole person's prop, and above the handle of the knife, there is no blade or anything like that.

In the green cabin, Ken Funamura in a lace suit and Sosuke Araki holding a flashlight-shaped hilt......

It's obviously a life-and-death battle, but it unexpectedly reveals a hint of funny.

"Seven...... July Rain ...... Out of the sheath......"

Seeing this delicate scene, the little bird Yu Zhengong covered his mouth excitedly.

Even though she tried her best, her big eyes still uncontrollably welled up with pearl tears.

"This ...... Dangerous ......"

Looking at the somewhat funny hilt of the sword in Sosuke Araki's hand, Abeji's pupils shrank, and his throat hoarsely squeezed out a byte.

"The July Rain described in the Akagi Kojiki is a demon sword that automatically chooses its owner, changes its form and characteristics according to the user, and cannot be seen even by those who have inspiration. Because it changes invisibly like a drizzle in July, it is called July rain. ”

Seeing Abeji's worried eyes, Kotori Yuma explained to him in a low voice.

"According to records, the July rain has not been unsheathed for 700 years......"

In the center of the cabin, Sousuke Araki was stunned for a moment, looking down at the broken knife in his hand.

"Huh? This knife ...... Didn't it rust to death? ”

In his sight, what he was holding in his hand was just an ordinary and ubiquitous standard knife

July rain, is it just this kind of big road goods that are supported by names......

Japanese swords are mainly divided into Tai Dao, Da Dao, Wakicha, Short Knife, and Naginata, among which the number of Da knives is the largest, and Tai Dao is the most famous.

There is no obvious difference between the two in terms of system, except that the knife is worn with the blade down on the waist, while the knife is inserted with the blade up on the belt, which is easier to use the technique of "drawing the knife" than the knife.

Therefore, the sword is more suitable for horse combat, while the knife is more suitable for foot combat.

Seeing the July rain in Sousuke Araki's hand, Ken Funamura, whose eyes were white, was shocked......

As if he was meeting an opponent in chess, he raised the scarlet knife in his hand slightly, and put on a posture that seemed to be a stabbing and a slash.

The Ju Yi character in his hand was Zongzong, and at this time, the entire blade had turned red, as if it was wrapped in a layer of viscous plasma.

"Mr. Araki...... Be careful, that knife, it's powerful......"

Little Bird Yu Zhengong reminded.

In the eyes of Kotori Yumato and Abeji, the resentment on the sword's body swallowed the surrounding air like a flame.

"Oh...... Don't worry, my kendo is not allowed to be passed on, but it didn't cost a penny......"

Sosuke Araki's eyes were slightly condensed, holding the hilt of Qiyu's sword, and his mind was more concentrated than ever.

"Hoo ......"

I saw him take a deep breath, hold the knife in both hands, and slowly raise it above his head, the blade hanging straight behind him.

As Sosuke Araki held his breath and concentrated, a violent aura slowly condensed, as if all the darkness in the cabin was concentrated on him.

He once again entered the mysterious state of "sword heart clearing".

Seeing Sousuke Araki's movements, Abeji pinched the corners of his clothes with some excitement.

Obviously, he just turned his back to himself and raised a bare hilt, but the qi that escaped made him feel pain to the touch.

It's like the other party can use his sword to kill himself at any time.

Beichen is a knife stream.

In the kendo competition the year before last, he was defeated by the sword of Sosuke Araki.

At that time, Sousuke Araki's body was far from having such a calm and subtle momentum.

After two years, this guy is actually strong to this level.

It's worthy of a man after watching class!

It seems that my little cultivation is not enough at all......

Seeing Sousuke Araki's movements and feeling his qi, Ken Funamura's originally quiet Kikuichi Monori was shaking violently.

……

Nine hundred years ago.

"That's right, Yiwen Zezong personally forged it, and it is indeed a famous sword ......"

The graceful and noble man took the delicate and elegant short sword from the hand of a man dressed as a craftsman, and played with it with satisfaction.

"I am Emperor Toba, and from this day on, you are my accessory......"

In the time when he hung on that person's waist, the Juyi character was just an accessory, showing the majesty of the emperor in front of people.

Until......

"Concubine Yuzao, you say, what good do I reward you?"

"Hehe, Your Majesty might as well give the sword on your waist to the slave family to relieve the pain of thinking about the king every day and not seeing the king."

"Is the chrysanthemum a text? If you like, just play with it. ”

The woman with charming eyes and a smile took the exquisite knife, and her slender hand was lightly unsheathed.

"Your name is Ju Yi Wen Zezong? Is it so short and slender that it kills people? ”

The Battle of Nasuno, with an army of 500,000 besieging the city.

In the cage of 360 scripture chains laid by thousands of monks, mages, and onmyoji, Tamamo is no longer as soft as before.

She was holding a delicate short sword, and the nine fox tails behind her were full of resentment, covering the sky and the sun.

At her feet, there were already corpses all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed like ......

Until a magic arrow flashing with Buddha's light pierced her body, and the blood flowing from her heart soaked the sword in her hand.

In the battle, Miurasuke's army took 200,000 people as sacrifices, and all the demon slayers exhausted their lifelong cultivation, and launched the magic arrow of the master of Jianzhen, and before killing the fox demon Yuzao in the troubled country, its corpse turned into a killing stone.

Juyi is a text, and the first time I tasted the taste of blood, I tasted it full.

Seven hundred years later.

"Okita-kun, it's a rare opportunity to choose the royal family's collection, why did you choose this short, thin-edged knife? Not to mention the actual combat losses, maybe there will be a gap in a few clicks, and it is not practical at all. Isn't it better to fight Kaga Kiyomitsu in comparison......"

"Well, don't worry, chief. This sword says that it is not as fragile as it seems, and it has its own unique sword skills. ”

The beautiful young man with a pale face smiled mysteriously with his eyes bent.

A few years later, on a rainy night, a beautiful young man with a sword and a well-mannered samurai were in a stalemate in the forest.

"Chief Shannan, leaving the Shinsengumi without permission is a capital offense, please be sure to go back with the next ......"

"I'm sorry, Okita-kun, I've ...... There's no going back. ”

The conversation is still the two of them from the year.

However, it can only be used against each other.

At this point, the man named Yamanan Keisuke pulled out the sword in his hand with a soft face.

It seems that this is just an ordinary competition in the Shinsengumi, not a battle of life and death.

"Zheng."

Seeing him draw his sword, Okita Soji also pulled out the exquisite chrysanthemum knife in his hand, and made a gesture that seemed to be stabbing but not slashing.

"I Beichen has always only taken one knife...... If you can stop my sword, I will go back with you. ”

Yamanan Keisuke slowly raised the long sword in his hand above his head and hung it behind him.

His whole body sank, as weak and invisible as water, making people feel no killing intent.

However, Soji Okita knew that the calmer the sea, the more turbulent the undercurrents became......

And underneath that undercurrent, there are even more monsters that choose people to eat.

In the memory of Kikuichi Text, the figure of Shannan Keisuke, who was holding a knife over the top with both hands and was ready to attack, spanned nearly two hundred years of time and space, and gradually coincided with the blonde man opposite.

After sleeping for many years, it woke up again, and once again encountered the familiar genre of Beichen Yidaoliu.

However, time has turned, but things have long been different.