"Oh? What blow did Miyamoto Musashi suffer? The old master then asked.

Nakolulu thought for a while, and said to a few people, "Let's go into the mansion and talk about it." ”

Along the way, Nakorulu couldn't help but think back to that past.

As a shrine maiden of nature, Nakoruru listens to the sounds of nature. However, the wind sent bad news one after another. The creatures of blood that floated in the ocean made the souls of nature cry out in agony. It was a fugitive named Xu Fu, who quietly came to the capital of Fuso. The elixir of life he offered bewitched the nobles, and one by one, those who sought immortality became the Blood.

This plague of blood spread, and to make matters worse, many people volunteered to become blood in exchange for so-called eternal life. And the blood clan and the blood clan, in order to compete for food, fell into killing each other. Mamaha flapped her wings uneasily, and the smell of blood reached the village of the gods, and Nakorulu repeated the same dream, and the Fuso in the dream sank in the sea of blood. If this continues, Fuso, along with the spirit of nature, will die. Feeling uneasy, Nakoruru finally decides to take Mamaha on a trip to Kyoto again.

The situation was worse than expected, and the pedestrians looked like ordinary people, but their eyes were full of thirst for blood. Mamahaha wanders incessantly, and its cry guides Nakorulu to rescue a badly injured girl, Atong. The village where Atong lived was baptized in blood, and the whole village was used as food, and only Atong escaped. And she was exhausted, and it was time for the lamp to run out. Nakorulu prays for a girl who is on the verge of death. Listen to her intermittently tell about what happened to her: Musashi, who was once a childhood sweetheart, lost his trace on the way to the first place in the world. Atong was looking forward to a reunion, but only the killer of the Blood Clan was waiting for him.

When the first light of day appeared, Atong closed his eyes. Nakolulu and Mamaha buried her under the ancient tree, the rampant blood, the nature that wailed because of filth, the last request of the poor maiden...... Nakorulu decided not to go any further, and to help the people of the city rebuild their homes and defend themselves against the attacks of the Blood. And wait here, Miyamoto Musashi's return.

Thinking back on this, Nakorulu felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. Taking a deep breath, Nakorulu looked straight ahead again, and led the old master and the others to the palace.

Everyone found a seat and sat down, and the old master asked, "Tell me what happened here, two." ”

Nakorulu and Shiranui glanced at each other, and Nakorulu touched Mamaha's head on her shoulder and lowered it from her shoulder. Then he said to the old master: "That's right, not long ago, in the blood clan's lair below Fusang, there was a huge commotion, and a creature called the blood clan appeared, and this secret technique that claimed to make people immortal spread very quickly. When I came to Kyoto, half of it was already infected by the blood plague. So I immediately helped the people here to prevent the situation from getting worse. ”

"The plague of the Bloods? So what is Miyamoto Musashi's situation? The old master asked.

"When I came here, I met a person who was Miyamoto Musashi's childhood sweetheart. But when I arrived, she was dying. Miyamoto only came back in the past two days, and when he found out about it, he couldn't control himself at the time, and I worked together with Shiranui Mai and Tachibana Ukyo to subdue him. Now let him be alone in a room to calm down. I told people to watch him twenty-four hours a day. Nakorulu said.

Hearing Nako Rulu say about Miyamoto Musashi, everyone lowered their heads a little heavily, feeling sorry for Miyamoto Musashi's matter.

"So, that invitation that Miyamoto Musashi wrote to me was written by you?" After a while, the old master said.

Nakorulu and Shiranui nodded, and Nakorulu said, "Yes, we thought about it, and in this area, you are the only one who is the most famous. If we could bring you in and help us figure it out, it would be much better. We didn't dare to rush into the blood lair, the other half of Kyoto was full of blood forces, and if we wanted to enter the blood lair, we had to pass through that area first. ”

The old master heard Na Ke Lulu say this, thought about it, and said to Zhuang Zhou and Xue Yang beside him: "Will this be an opportunity to exercise this group of children?" ”

Zhuang Zhou smiled and nodded, while Xue Yang on the side looked a little worried.

"Isn't that place too dangerous, what if these kids get hurt?" Xue Yang asked worriedly.

Nakorulu heard the conversation between the old master and the others, and it seemed that they wanted their students to solve the matter, and she was there to protect them.

Nakorulu interrupted their conversation and said, "Mr. Master, do you want your students to go to the Blood Lair? ”

The old master and Zhuang Zhou nodded with a smile, and Na Ke Lulu hurriedly shook his hand and said, "This is not good, if something happens, we will not be happy." Mr. Master, please help us figure out a way to do it again. ”

Nakorulu and Shiranui Dance didn't expect the old master to make such a decision, they had thought that the old master would go to the Blood Lair with them.

The old master seemed to guess what the two of them were worried about, touched his beard, and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's take a look at the situation first, if it's really dangerous, we are re-planning." The two of them are the students I brought this time, and they are the best disciples of my Jixia Academy. If you can, it's better to let them hone and hone their skills. ”

When the two heard the old master say this, they nodded reluctantly. At this time, the old master suddenly looked at Shiranui Dance and said to her, "If I guess correctly, you are the heir of the Shiranui School." ”

Ignorant Fire Dance nodded, and at this time, Xue Yang on the side quietly asked Zhuang Zhou, "What is this Ignorant Fire School?" Isn't it amazing? ”

Zhuang Zhou nodded and said to Xue Yang: "I don't know the fire flow, it is one of the oldest ninjutsu schools in Fusang, it has a long history, and it can even be traced back to before the primeval times. The one in charge is Shiranui Hanzo, who is also a highly respected grandmaster, and his only heir and granddaughter is the Shiranui dance in front of you. ”。

Xue Yang nodded as if he didn't understand, and hearing Zhuang Zhou say this, this Ignorant Fire Dance seemed to be very powerful. There was some awe in his eyes.

"Logically speaking, you shouldn't be in this Kyoto, and that's what I've always been curious about." The old master said to Shiranui Dance.