Night.

The bright moon hung in the night sky like thick ink, and the clouds darkened the moonlight.

Distance.

Stomp Tread!!

Two figures running quickly shuttled through the mountains, quickly skimming over the trees, the branches swaying slightly by the wind they carried.

At night, I couldn't see the figures of the two of them clearly, and I could only barely see two pairs of legs that turned into afterimages.

In the sky above the treetops, a pitch-black crow hovers its wings.

"Karma!! Advance! Advance!! ”

……

……

The other side.

Small town.

Murata kept running, attracting the attention of the demons.

Finally, he ran in the opposite direction of the mother—the other side of the ruins.

In this way, it should be fine!

Murata thought.

On the side of the ruins of the collapsed house, the dust slowly cleared, revealing strange figures twisted and trying to stand on it.

"-Hoo!"

With the sound of squeaking and squeaking bones, the demon's smashed twisted body jerked.

Click! - Smack!

The twisted limb twitched and spun a few times, before the recovered muscles were firmly held in place.

The demon straightened his back, stretched his fingers from his waist to his fingers, looked up at the moon hanging in the sky, and then his scarlet pupils slowly moved down to look at Murata condescendingly.

The long tongue slowly slid out of his mouth with disgusting saliva, and the demon looked Murata up and down.

After seeing the Nichiren knife in Murata's hand and the black uniform on his body, his hideous face showed an impatient expression:

"Ho... Is it a ghost hunter again? ”

The demon's voice was sharp, scratching his purple skin, and the sharp dark nails left a mark on his body, so thin that the skin that clinged to the muscles rose and fell slightly:

"One after another, it's really troublesome!"

Click, click!

The saliva pulled into threads and dripped down the long tongue onto the ruins at the demon's feet, corroding the severes of the wood into blackened pits.

However, it also came just right.

After eating high-quality humans, their strength will improve again.

It's almost enough to touch it yourself

- The level of the twelve ghost moons!

The demon's scarlet pupils flickered with mad excitement.

At that time, I can eat that guy who is arrogant and disgusting to the ghosts!

Creak...

It bent its knees slightly, crouching on the ruins, its pupils staring straight in the direction of Murata, the muscles of its calves slowly tensed, and the green tendons erupted in its calves.

The smell of mold rust mixed with rancid and bloody stint choked his nose, and Murata stood tremblingly, his feet apart, and the Nichiren knife in his hand was already unsheathed.

It smells terrible...!

Murata gritted his teeth, his face turned blue, and he stood the Hinawa sword in front of him, looking at the demon not far in front of him.

He's Murata, just an ordinary member of the Ghost Slayer Geng-level team.

The others who had been on his mission with him had disappeared, and now he was the only one left!

There is still no whereabouts today, and it is likely that it has been...

He swallowed nervously, and the arm holding the Nihon knife kept shaking:

"Put! Let the horses come!! ”

Don't mess with yourself! Murata!!

Murata stared at the demon not far away, his palm holding the hilt of his sword soaked with sweat.

Then.

Bang!

The devil's legs slammed hard! The ruins under your feet were suddenly trampled by a huge force! There was a radiant crack! Dented!

Swish!!

Almost instantly, the demon vanished in the form of a dashing afterimage.

Murata was stunned, and he suddenly took a deep breath and quickly observed his surroundings.

Sou!

When he reacted, the evil ghost that had turned into an afterimage and roared had already rushed in front of him!

"Roar!!

Here it comes!

【Complete Concentration: Water Breath】!

Murata twisted his body suddenly, he took a quick breath, and then twisted his waist, the soles of his feet grabbed the ground, and drove his whole body from the soles of his feet!

Trample!

Murata took a sharp step in the direction of the demon! Stomp on the ground!

The muscles are tense, the waist pulls the arms hard, and the hands hold the Nichiren knife tightly!

The potential energy of the whole body suddenly condensed on the tip of the knife!

"Ho-ah!!"

The blade that broke through the wind suddenly turned sideways, aiming at the location where the demon was sprinting!

【Water Breath: One Type】!

【Water Slash】!

Swish!

The sharp blade is like a whip thrown at high speed, with a sharp blade, slashing horizontally in front of you!

Dotted white sprays set off on the tip of the knife, and then disappeared without a trace.

At the moment when the slash is completed.

Cold sweat broke out on Murata's forehead, and he felt the feeling of the hollowing in his hand.

- Didn't cut it!

Thoughts can be done in a blink of an eye, but the action of slashing can't be taken back in the moment that thoughts come to mind!

Murata fell into a moment of stiffness caused by the strength of his body after the attack.

In other words – backswing.

This moment, in the battle with the ghost, is fatal.

Smack.

Saliva dripped from the top of his head and landed on the ends of Murata's hair.

呲——!

Corrosive white smoke rises suddenly!

The demon lingered in the air behind Murata's head, he covered the moon above his head, his outstretched claws taut, and his sharp nails turned into sharp blades!

Wow!

The arm is rounded, the palm of the hand cuts through the air, and it quickly hits Murata's neck!

"Die!"

Murata didn't have time to turn his head, his face was frightened, and a chill crept up his spine and stayed at the back of his neck.

- Oops!

Suddenly, he felt a sense of peace in his heart.

Ah, that's all over.

Murata closed his eyes tightly, and he held the Nichiren knife tightly, and his heart was full of discouragement.

Sorry, father, mother.

Sorry, teammate.

He hung his head down, and his short black hair swayed slightly.

I'm already dying.

But!

Murata opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of determination!

At least before death! Slash him!

Thinking like this, Murata gritted his teeth, he clenched the Hinawa knife in his hand, and turned quickly behind him with force!

But before he could turn his head completely, he could barely see the hideous figure of the ghost under the moon.

Then!

Not far away.

Sneer——!

The galloping figure slammed on the ground, and he braked the car.

The dark red haori raised by inertia, and the dark red high ponytail swayed.

Boom!

He moved in a coherent manner, and instantly pulled his blade from the scabbard at his waist.

And hold it with your backhand and hold it high!

He raised his blade horizontally, aiming the tip of the blade reflecting the moonlight at the demons rising from behind Murata not far away.

Spread your arms slightly apart and make a throwing motion.

He inhaled sharply!

"Hiss——!!" A large amount of oxygen was suddenly inhaled into his lungs and compressed into every corner of his body!

Creak...

His muscles tensed, and the sound of the soles of his feet crazing the ground was clearly audible!

Then!

- Breath of the Sun

——【Seven Types】

——[Yanghuatu]!

Swell!

The dazzling flames instantly ignited and exploded on the blade of the sword! The blazing flames flipped and burned in the night!

On the pitch-black blade, the sun flame that was incomparably dazzling at night was suddenly entangled!

Exert yourself hard! The knife in his hand was thrown at the demon!

Whoosh——!!

Along with the knife rushing out, there was also a figure next to him that was so fast that it was blurred!