1638, Kyushu, Shimabara Peninsula.

A weeping drizzle fell on the winding white sand beach, and after the waves had receded, there was still a blood-colored foam.

The unrecognizable samurai, covered in sticky blood, walked barefoot on the beach with a blank expression.

The twin knives in his hands turned into silver rays, cutting through the raindrops falling in the air.

…… He also cut off the body of the enemy in front of him.

With each swing of his sword, someone's head, limbs, and body must have been cleanly cut off.

The long stretch of sandy beach where he came had been dyed red by the ruined corpses along the way.

Even the waves that keep rushing onto the beach can't wash away the red color no matter what.

On the road ahead of him, men with long knives, sickles, hoes, brooms, and other weapons, and death-defying eyes, shouted the name of a certain "master" and rushed towards him one after another.

And all he needed to do was wipe off the blood that obscured his vision, and then draw his sword, his sword, and his sword......

As soon as he draws his sword, these people will fall like "weeds".

Killing, killing, killing until the strength is exhausted, and then being killed.

This is his life.

“…… Your Excellency, have you ever noticed what the ravens in the sky are saying? ”

At the end of the "weeds", a young man with a young face and a delicate face stood in front of him.

Standing in front of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the young man's whole body bloomed with a delicate and holy temperament, as if the disgusting blood around him had nothing to do with him.

Matsumoto Ginji raised his eyelids numbly, and only responded with his sword.

He has no habit of making small talk with "weeds".

For the first time, his sword was blocked.

"They're saying, 'Die soon, do you hear me...... 10,000 people cut silver. ”

The sword in the boy's hand intersected with him, but his eyes remained on the crows hovering in the sky.

“…… You are...... Who? ”

The man spoke hoarsely.

Those who can take their own sword are eligible to be named......

Then, to die again.

"Amakusa Shiro Tokisada ...... Probably, it is the Lord's, the guide. ”

The young man's eyes burned with golden light.

“…… And this one is my partner, the Great Brigade Abyss Snake God. ”

Behind the young man, a big snake rose from the blood wave and stood more than ten meters high, its eyes shining with a crimson light that was completely different from the young man.

……

In the dark warehouse, Sousuke Araki and Ginji Matsumoto stand with their swords in hand.

"Beichen is a knife stream, nobody, see you!"

After reporting his "stage name", Sosuke Araki, who was wearing stockings, was slightly sweaty with his hands holding the sword.

The momentum of the man holding the sword on the opposite side was as mellow and invulnerable as a rock that had hit a thousand years under a waterfall.

The indifferent killing intent in the other party's eyes was far more inconspicuous than that of the Qinglong Sword Team, and it had reached the point where killing people was as natural as breathing and drinking water.

is also holding double knives and claiming to be "first-class in two days", but he completely exploded the little white face of Abe Temple a hundred times.

**

"Sneeze !!"

Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan.

Someone kneeling in front of the TV, engaged in "daily practice", sneezed fiercely, only to feel that there were many more trance-like stars in his sight.

"Shhh...... Could it be that I have been overcultivating recently and have caught a cold? ”

Wiping his nose with a tissue, someone turned his attention back to the TV screen.

"Then adjust your routine and watch only eight hours a day."

**

In the dark, without any superfluous words, Matsumoto Ginji moved first.

The simple, bright, watery silver light cut through the dark warehouse and headed straight for Sousuke Araki's neck.

As soon as he made a move, he was ready to kill someone.

It was the one who once beheaded Higashino Kohei with a sword.,Two days first-class, five-wheel, water scroll.。

Sousuke Araki, who was holding a knife over the top, seemed to cooperate with him, and leaned to the side slightly, dodging the knife by a fraction of a second.

The length of the Qinglong knife in his hand was not enough, and the double knives in the opponent's hand were "over-specified" in size, so he couldn't fight back before closing the distance.

The bloody killing intent emanating from the other party's body constantly stimulated Sousuke Araki's keen intuition.

He seemed to see the countless wailing lives that had passed under the sword.

Is this really the way of the sword that exists in peacetime?

Before he had time to think about it, a blood flower bloomed in Sosuke Araki's left arm.

Drops of blood slowly flowed down his arm, staining the Qinglong Knife in his hand red.

Even though he had a clear sword heart, he still couldn't completely dodge the other party's mysterious sword.

"What a nobody......"

In the darkness, Matsumoto Ginji smiled fiercely, as if he no longer intended to continue the temptation.

"Your Excellency is qualified, look at my strongest sword!"

Before he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, and his hands were close to each other, as if they had turned into a giant sword.

With a violent wave of his arm, the giant sword that the two knives turned into disappeared in his hand.

It was as if something invisible had broken through the air around him, forming a narrow vacuum passage and heading towards Sosuke Araki.

Two days first-class, five-wheel, empty scroll.

"What?!"

Looking at this scene, there was an incomparably strong sense of crisis, like an invisible big hand in the darkness, which strangled Sousuke Araki's heart and made him unable to breathe.

The speed of the other party's slash has surpassed the limit of human visual capture ability.

Under the strong aura of crisis and death, the world in Sosuke Araki's eyes seemed to freeze, and Chiba Ibuki's past teachings also sounded in his ears.

"Sousuke, you see, the North Star in the sky is obviously standing still, but it seems to be commanding the stars in the sky and guiding the right direction......"

The pores of his body were like lubricated open portals, frantically sensing every breath in the air.

In the darkness, Sosuke Araki's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared on the corners of his tense mouth.

“…… Like Polaris, being the root of everything is about calming your heart. ”

The white straight lines and shining points of light gradually evolved into two simple constellation maps in his line of sight.

"Only then will your limbs, your head, and your eyes be able to cope with your instincts."

Beichen One Knife Flow, Star Eye, [Void Eye Friendship Enhanced Edition].

The intersection of the two constellation charts is the flaw in the trajectory of the opponent's sword momentum!

“…… Bastard, Uncle Ben's eyes, these years have been tempered by looking at quite terrifying (38F) indescribable things!! ”

Without any thought, Sosuke Araki's body instinctively moved.

His arms were bulging, and the red green dragon knife in his hand began to swing from top to bottom with the courage to crush everything.

"Impossible...... Can you see through my sword? It's a pity, it's still too short......"

Looking at the opponent's movements, Matsumoto Ginji, who met his opponent in chess, had a trace of regret.

The other party seemed to have seen through his ethereal sword, but because of the too short Qinglong Sword in his hand, he couldn't fully exert his full strength and stopped his sword.

With this sword that has been tempered for thousands of years, he will definitely be able to take off the opponent's head before the Qinglong Sword slashes it.