In 963, Shimono Province, Utsunomiya Domain.

"Stop!! You 'hand master' who kills a thousand knives, you will return the things to me!! ”

Several men with swords and bare chests and backs were running out of breath on the long street.

A petite figure wrapped in a wide robe covered with flowers, covering its face tightly, was being chased by them, and it was nimbly flowing through the flow of people.

Hearing the shouts of the fierce men, the passers-by on both sides vigilantly covered their money bags and automatically branched out a way.

"Hand chief" is a slang term for Shimono Province, which mostly refers to people who have unclean hands and feet and like to steal.

And the man who was wrapped in an ill-fitting printed robe and couldn't see his face clearly must have stolen the men's belongings.

In a hurry, someone suddenly stretched out a bamboo pole from one side and tripped the petite figure to the ground.

"Hey...... Now I'll see where you're going......"

Several strong men instantly surrounded him with weapons in hand.

"Yo, I'm still a mother, and I'm pretty handsome...... Why don't you sell it to the women's house......"

Under the robe, a thin girl with slender hands could be faintly seen.

Although her face is covered, just looking at her pair of eyes as smart as black pearls can give people a sense of agility like a spring breeze.

"Smack."

A bulging money bag flew out of the crowd and landed between several men and girls.

"Take your belongings and this bag of copper coins, and disperse."

A middle-aged beautiful man wearing a white plain robe, a long beard on his face, and an iron hood walked out of the crowd.

At his waist, he wore a sword nearly a meter long with a gentle arc.

"Where did you come from, is it great to be rich, this little girl must ...... today"

The man in the lead, wielding the long sword in his hand viciously, walked towards the other party dissatisfied.

However, the two companions behind him stretched out their hands and grabbed him.

"Hey, are you blind, take a closer look at who it is, and don't bring us with ......you if you want to die."

"This ...... Mao plucking too knife? ”

When he saw the dress of the person opposite, the originally vicious man immediately threw away his weapon and knelt down.

"I don't know Tarzan with my eyes, and I ask General Fujiwara to forgive my sins......"

The shape of the knife at the man's waist is extremely unique, the knife shape is narrow, the blade is slender, the handle and the blade are obviously forged in one piece, and there is an obvious thin slit in the center.

Such a knife, because it is shaped like a hairplucking (tweezers), is called a hairplucking knife.

In a small place like Utsunomiya, there is only one person who is qualified to wear a "hair-drawn sword" on his waist and a "thirty-eight star pocket" on his head.

A few months ago, he joined forces with Taira Sadamori and Fujiwara Yuken to raid Sarushima County, and shot with one arrow the peerless fierce god Heishomon, who raised troops to conquer the eight countries of Kanto, and concurrently served as the general of Shimono and Musashi and the town guard, Fujiwara Hidego and Omoto Tai.

It is said that the "hair-drawn sword" on his waist and the "thirty-eight star pockets" on his head were given by the god Utsunomiya Daimei.

The three men didn't even dare to take their money back, so they left in panic.

On the ground, through the gap in the robe, the woman secretly looked at the man in front of her like a frightened rabbit.

As if there was a sense, Fujiwara Hidego also looked down at her.

Just one glance, the man's heroic eyes were imprinted into her heart forever.

What a beautiful pair of eyes.

It's like the copper coins that I stole and stored close to my body on weekdays, and the small hole in the center is as beautiful as ever.

"It's a shame to be a thief with such a pair of discerning eyes...... It's all to blame for the poor life of the people. ”

After a deep look at the woman, Fujiwara Hidego sighed, turned away as if he had done a trivial thing.

“…… Keep the money and find something else to make a living. ”

At the beginning of the Tianqing Rebellion, all kinds of waste were waiting to be revived, the people were not able to make a living, but the official family was taxed year after year, and such a world was destined to fail to save everyone.

The woman, who had not survived hunger and war, was wrapped in her favorite printed robe, and slept forever on the side of the road on a winter day.

She has no nostalgia for this too difficult and life-like world.

"It's a pity that I couldn't repay you......"

When she was dying, the only thing she couldn't forget was those beautiful eyes full of heroism.

Through her obsession with the eyes, she turned into a ghost in those chaotic times, frantically collecting the eyes of all living things.

Until she refined those beautiful "collections" into the most beautiful pair of treasures and presented them to the gray-haired man......

"Demon daring!"

What greeted her was the other party's fatal arrow with the breath of "Great Mingshen".

……

"I want this day, I can't cover my eyes anymore !!"

As "Mochizuki Ayano" looked up at the sky, above the canopy, in the center of the full moon like a silver plate, a blood line began to slowly emerge.

The eye is the most complex and perfect organ in the world.

Compound eye, monocular, camera eye, mirror eye, socket eye......

The eyes of humans, animals, insects, ghosts......

Even, the eyes of the gods......

Collecting the eyes of others all his life, there is only one problem he is pursuing.

Who opened the first pair of eyes of this world?

How beautiful the full moon that I look up to at first sight in this world will be.

"This month is my pupil, like the full moon."

As she groaned, the lines of blood began to split to the sides......

The full moon in the night sky turned into a slightly squinted one-eyed eye that was about to open.

Turning the moon into pupils, under the night, nothing can escape her gaze!

The bloodshot moon pupils in the night sky suddenly widened, and a trace of the moonlight broke through the dark clouds of resentment above the apartment in front of the house, and sprinkled down......

The incomparably terrifying sight also descended with the moonlight.

Since tens of thousands of years ago, creatures evolved their eyes, and every night, they all worship the mysterious moon wheel in the night sky.

No matter which branch of human civilization is recorded, the moon contains natural worship and yearning for time, reproduction, harvest, eternal life, etc.

In terms of obsession, the power of cohesion in this star, which is closest to the earth and has carried the faith and worship of human civilization for thousands of years, can no longer be described in human terms.

"Poof...... Burst...... Poof......"

Under the moonlight, the surrounding area of the apartment was densely packed with ghosts suppressed by the formation, like tomatoes pinched by an invisible giant hand, bursting one by one, turning into black liquid all over the ground.

"Not good, don't look at ......"

Staring at the spilled gaze in the eyes, the soul slayers below the apartment only felt enveloped by an irresistible terror, even if they had spiritual power and formation protection, they could only fall to the ground in an instant, unconscious.

Even the cocoon, which was a bronze corpse and did not know what fear was, fell to the ground and trembled.

This is the most primitive fear of living beings for the bright moon above the night sky, which has been engraved in their genes for tens of thousands of years.