If sadness can be turned into strength, then there should be many strong people in this world.

Powerful enough to be like a Super Saiyan, he can destroy the galaxy with just the touch of a finger.

Unfortunately, sadness is not enough, just sadness is not enough.

But grief can indeed increase the strength of the strong, just like the bloodthirsty nature can increase the ferocity of the beast.

And now in front of Kazama Yangyu, it is obviously not a beast, she is just a girl.

Sad maiden.

Angry girl.

Dancing girls.

Like a hurricane, the girl who swept in.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

……

The chaotic sound of clashes, like silver bells in the wind, kept ringing on each other.

Three figures, gathering and scattering, suddenly attacked from all directions like a swimming dragon.

There is no trajectory and no pattern.

Only the cold sword qi, like the flying snow in June, poured down.

Some resisted, and some got lost.

It's not a one-on-one fight, it's a one-man challenge, a group of people.

Or rather, slaughter.

Blood splattered and screams erupted.

seems to be a weak and unreliable girl, but now, she has long been incarnated as Shura.

For that pot of soup, and for the ten gold coins.

A bloody case caused by steamed buns, probably, is this feeling.

However, it's too late, it's too late to regret something.

In the face of a strong enemy, we can only take the attitude of a strong man and fight against each other.

Whether it's magic, blades, iron fists, or minds, as long as they can deal with the enemy, they are all used, and as long as they can stop her, they are all called over.

But the girl in the wind is like a fluttering butterfly, dancing for a long time.

Blade? Magic?

is just the embellishment of her dance, this desperate dance posture is destined to make her the protagonist.

And the protagonist, how is it possible, to exit easily?!

"It seems to be rough and unruly, but the two-knife posture of the body is not messy, the flexible survival ability to calmly deal with the magic of wind, fire, water and earth, and the self-proclaimed name 'Xuanxin'...... Is it ......?"

A glimmer of heaven that finally recovered from the lost state, casually swung a sword qi in his hand and slowly spoke.

The usual frivolous and lazy gaze suddenly began to become solemn.

"Could it be what?"

Maybe it's because the teammates around him are more powerful, and at this moment, Kazama is unexpectedly a little idle.

But between his eyebrows, he couldn't experience the feeling of leisure at all.

"Stop, Miyamoto Musashi!"

There was no answer, only a broken cry, like thunder.

It's like a flash of light, suddenly, the whole battle is given.

Stopped, the dancing sword light, and the flower-like sound.

The three figures quickly converged into one, and when they looked up, their pretty faces showed a confused look.

"Ahh

Admit it.

Admitted without concealment.

Kazama raised his feathers and froze suddenly, and his silver pupils suddenly contracted.

Miyamoto ...... Musashi? Isn't that a famous swordsman?! ”

Familiar names, familiar identities, names that everyone who has held the hilt of a sword should know.

But the question is, why is it here? Why...... Will it be in this world?

"Yes, hundreds of years ago, the famous swordsman, once high-spirited, majestic, everyone in the world knows and everyone knows, the children of the seven clans hear its name and dare not cry at night, a sword breaks the Tianshan, two swords level Kunlun, three days and three nights seven into the sea angrily cut the dragon...... Although it suddenly disappeared for some reason in the end, I didn't expect it to appear here......"

A glimmer of heaven, he explained to himself, but his eyes never took a moment off the other party.

If it weren't for that gaze being too solemn, I'm afraid that Nana next to him would start to suspect him of empathy.

"Oh, looks like you know a lot about this kid in front of you?"

Although the history that the first line of heaven said is slightly different from what Kazama Hiroha knows, as long as the basic setting is similar, he can accept it without hesitation.

The only thing to worry about may be that in the two worlds, these similar but different settings will make his knowledge system a little subtly confusing.

"At this time, I think you have time to complain about my knowledge, you might as well find a way to see how to deal with this guy."

A glimmer of heaven rarely did not narcissistically refute, but looked at the girl in front of him leisurely and leisurely.

"But...... Since they will throw her here, it means that she can always be defeated......"

Maybe it's the fearless relationship of the ignorant.,Kazama raised his feathers.,But unexpectedly sober.。

"So, don't worry too much, you can just do it with one slash."

said cool things casually, just to tease someone, but a glimmer of heaven, but he really walked out seriously.

The horizontal knife was immediately open, and the aura was fully opened.

"As a true swordsman, you should concentrate all your strength and will on one point, and you use two at the same time, the so-called 'two sword streams' are just the ultimate in evil paths."

For a time, the wind and clouds converged, and the air waves rolled.

The huge coercion, accompanied by the violent battle intent, emanated from the young man who had always been a little hanging.

Then, in an instant, swept away.

Breathing, slightly stagnant, everyone, involuntarily retreated back.

In the midst of the consternation, there was only one person, who went against the wind.

Girlish.

The girl known as "Miyamoto Musashi" stood straight in front of the sky like this.

The twin blades in the hands, slightly lowered, stand on both sides in an extremely casual posture.

"Huh? Are you talking about the next step? ”

Although it doesn't seem to be very understood, as a swordsman's instinct, the sharp sword qi is still in an instant, from the girl's body, spurting thriving.

"Wow! It's been a long time since I've had the urge to cut it! Saying such unbelievable words with a smile on your face is like a confession, which is really intoxicating! ”

Although I don't know how the girl sees a gloomy glimmer of heaven as "smiling", but in short, it's great to have such a beautiful misunderstanding!

"Moreover, this stance, this starter, and, this momentum...... Are you his disciple? ”

The smiling girl finally began to look serious, and her slightly narrowed eyes showed a nostalgic look.

"Yes. Sasaki Kojiro is not a disciple, a line of heavenly ginseng! ”

Gas.

There was a boiling gas, in a flash.

Not with the naked eye, but, with the heart.

Because of that speed, because of that power, it has surpassed the limits of vision.

At that moment, something unseen battle began.

At the same time, the end.

It's as if nothing has happened, and as if everything has already happened.

Before everyone knew it, the two people standing in the middle of the battlefield had already finished the battle.

From the beginning, to the confrontation, to the final, the victory and defeat.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound, long overdue.

The two of them still stood motionless.

A glimmer of heaven still maintained the posture of raising his hands, while his opponent still pressed his hands lightly on the hilts of the two swords.

"I know that your master was defeated by me because of 'Yan Hui', why do you still use this trick?"

Sigh-like words, the regret of the years.

"Because, this is his heart's desire. This was the only thing he was obsessed with before he died. He told me that if one day, I met a successor of the 'Niten-day first-class', I must use 'Tsubame' to fight, because he believed that it was not 'Tsubame' who lost under Miyamoto's Musashi sword, but Sasaki Kojiro. ”

"So, that's why you're trying with your life?"

Blood, crimson blood, quickly overflowed from the chest of the first line of heaven.

Then, in an instant, gushing.

"Whoa!"

"Break!"

Exclamations in unison.

In the middle of the flash, Kazama raised his feathers and quickly held a glimmer of heaven.

"Why...... Obviously, in terms of speed and range, 'Yan Hui' is an existence that is beyond the reach of your second knife stream, why do I still lose......"

Holding him, he slowly lay down on the ground.

Horrified, angry,

But the other party just raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Kojiro is right, it was not 'Tsubame Return' who was defeated under Miyamoto Musashi, but Kojiro Sasaki. He is good at swords, knows swords, uses swords, and speaks swords, but he doesn't know swords. The true way of the sword should be selfless. Kongming is after a certain amount of dedication, diligent practice day and night, constantly polishing the heart and mind, and constantly polishing the sense and gaze. When your spirit is spotless, when the clouds of confusion are swept away, it is truly empty. The emptiness of kendo is a free, unhindered, clear and clear state of mind; When facing the enemy, we are not blinded by the environment, not by the actions of the other party, not by our own feelings, not by our own thinking, and the reaction to be able to face everything as it is means emptiness. In life, every situation in which there are many white blades, the most feared thing is self-righteousness. ”

But when it came into his eyes, there was a smile of relief.

Yes, smiling, as if a lifelong dream has come true at that moment, it is the combination of all joys, the relief that comes with countless days and nights of hardship and struggle.

"I see, that's the case...... Really...... In the end, it's not just the swordsmanship that loses...... It's the root of kendo.,Completely lost...... In this case, in this case, the master should have no regrets......"

There were tear stains that overflowed from the corners of the eyes.

It's sad, but it's a joy that is equal to this sadness.

"Kojiro's swordsmanship is a mystery that exists to transcend the limits of the sword. However, the sword under it is a swordsmanship that keeps forging ahead in order to chase 'nothing'. ”

"None?"

"Yes, my father, Mujisai, is the one who gets the only sword at the top, and at the bottom, he is trying to chase him, surpass him, and reach the 'empty seat'. Therefore, Kojiro's sword is a visible sword, and below, it is an invisible sword, which is not confined to form, not confined to factions, and is just to achieve the final emptiness and incarnate the existence of Shura! ”

Saying this, the girl's body suddenly exuded an unprecedented fierceness.

The raging battle spirit began to burn like a flame.

At that moment, Kazama knew that this battle was inevitable.