The tenth type of water breathing, life and flow.

It is a sword skill that increases the power of the slash a little every time you turn around and charge your power.

Like a stacked wave, the blade of the sword overlaps layer by layer like flowing water, and finally turns into a waterfall-like impact.

And Tomioka is brave.

In the extreme distance, the moment he barely found the hand ghost with his sight, he began to turn around and charge his strength.

……

……

In the forest.

“… Damn, damn it. ”

The hand ghost gritted his teeth and muttered, and his huge body slowly moved forward.

The expression on his face was faintly resentful, and his anxious mood made him keep scratching his body hard, and blood stains appeared on his body.

It's the first time that the scaly imp has run away.

No, and most importantly -

The eyes of the hand ghost narrowed slightly, and the arms that protected his neck tightened unconsciously, and he was a little apprehensive in his heart.

That little imp knows his purpose and existence.

Trouble guy...

Perhaps soon, someone will come to Mt. Fuji for screening.

It seems that in recent times, we need to hide.

But.

The hand ghost's anxious mood disappeared, and he thought about it, his clear yellow eyes bent up with a smile, and the joy of revenge welled up in his heart.

- That guy who scales will definitely know through that little ghost what the "talisman" he has made for his disciples over the years has become.

“… Hee-hee. He chuckled in an eerie low voice, and the whole ghost shook slightly, and nothing made him happier than letting the scales collapse:

"Sad, break down, everyone died because of you... Hee-hee..."

"Everybody is like you killed with your own hands... It's just too much..."

Just as the hand ghost whispered excitedly to himself.

Whoa——!!

A strange sound suddenly flooded into his ears.

The ears surrounded by his arms were a little inaudible, and he was slightly stunned.

Wind?

The hand ghost's expression froze, the strange sound got closer and closer, and he froze in place, his huge body making it impossible for him to fully observe his surroundings for a while.

No.

He turned his head sideways, his eyes becoming more and more serious.

It's the sound of water!

This kind of sound was extremely familiar to him, and after eating the thirteen Water Breath swordsmen, he could instantly recognize the sound of the Water Breath Sword Technique taught by Scales.

But the sound just now was different from what I had heard before.

I didn't have time to think clearly.

Whoop——!!

A faint blue reflection flashed in the corner of his eye, and he turned his head sharply to look in the direction of the reflection.

I only had time to see clearly behind me, and the trees in that direction had already been cut off into a straight path towards me!

Swish!

One foot stomped on his abdomen violently!

"Poof!!" The hand ghost's pupils shrank, and his eyes jerked down at him, a stream of blood gushing out from his covered mouth.

The figure in the two-color feather weave stepped on his body, clenched the hilt of the sword, and jumped high violently!

He subconsciously looked above him with the leaping figure.

Under the moonlight.

Tomioka leaped out of the canopy, his back to the moon, his backlit figure making it impossible for the hand ghost to see his face.

The raised Hinakura Knife reflected the cold light, and it was extremely smooth and wrapped in the waves, faintly forming a hideous roaring dragon head on the blade.

Reflected in the eyes of the hand ghost's widening eyes.

The next moment.

Tomioka Yoshiyu's arm tightened, and he slashed hard!

"Roaring ——!!"

Perhaps it was an auditory hallucination, as if the hand ghost had seen the roaring water dragon rush down with the horizontal slash of the blade.

Swish!

The mouth opened and closed like a roar, and it snapped his neck.

The sharp blade also slashed easily through the arm he used to protect his neck.

Poof!

Instant skull!

The stunned head of the hand ghost flew high in the moonlight.

Then the bones rolled to the ground.

Behind.

Smack.

Tomioka bravely landed on the ground and squatted slightly, he slowly stood up, and flicked the blood stained on the blade that was gradually turning into ashes.

Turning sideways slightly, he looked condescendingly at the hand ghost that rolled to the ground and gradually met his eyes.

"What..."The hand ghost looked at Tomioka in a daze, and he just muttered something to his mouth.

Everything happens in an instant.

He didn't even have time to react, and his head had already been cut off silkily.

When his brain was in disarray, his eyes were in a trance, and he blinked vigorously and looked ahead.

Taking advantage of this moment, he saw clearly the lines on Tomioka Yoshiyong's body, half of the feather weaving.

！

Looked at.

"Do you know?" Tomioka stared at the hand ghost with only one head left, and he raised half of his own haori.

This half of the feather weave is the same pattern as the rabbit.

The other half is his sister's.

The two halves of the feather weaving were stitched together to form the current Tomioka Yoshiyoshi.

The hand ghost stared at the pattern of the feather weaving, and the memory in his mind suddenly came to the fore - it was the strongest person among the people he had eaten, how could he forget:

"That fox imp..."

His gritted teeth didn't get another word out of it.

Swish!

The sharp light of the knife suddenly slashed across his face, quickly cutting it into several parts!

Click.

After putting the knife in his own scabbard.

Tomioka Yoshiyucai slowly opened his mouth, exhaled a puff of white vapor, and stared at the hand ghost on the ground that was gradually turning into ashes:

“… Go to hell. ”

After the silent gaze of the hand ghost completely dissipated.

He looked around and engraved everything around him in his heart.

Swish!

Turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

……

Wisteria flowers.

“… Where the hell is it? Holding the electric lamp, he frowned, looked around carefully, and moved forward little by little.

With the other hand behind him, he will set off the fireworks whenever the preparation is not right, alerting his teammates at the bottom of the mountain.

Then.

Swish!

The familiar breeze swept across him again.

Yin was startled, turned his head left and right, and shouted:

"Ahh Yes!? ”

……

……

Soon.

Narrow Foggy Mountains.

The wooden house where the scale is left and the second time to live in seclusion.

Knock knock.

There was a dull knock on the wooden door.

Scales, who couldn't sleep for a long time every night, were naturally awake at the moment, and he pushed open the wooden door and looked outside.

“… Bravery. Scales spoke slightly.

Outside the door.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka was hanging his head down, his eyes like deep pools, not knowing what he was thinking.

Smell.

The tip of the scaly nose twitched slightly, and the breath of extreme sadness was constantly surging from the disciple in front of him.

Looked at.

He didn't say anything more.

He only took a slight step forward, stretched out his hand, and hugged the disciple into his arms, his rough hand gently patting the top of his head.

Just like six years ago, when he saw Tomioka come back alive.

Sand...

In a trance.

Several illusory figures, accompanied by the mist, appeared all around.

They came close together in a circle and hugged each other together.

Leaning in the middle is the rabbit with his mask off.

and another, a long-haired girl with turquoise eyes.

In the midst of the crowd.

"Ahem... Whew..."

Tomioka, who had been expressionless, finally clenched his sore teeth at this moment, choked up, and tears poured out of his eyes.

Smack.

The dripping teardrops reflected the moon in the night sky, and fell on the feather weaving of the rabbit, soaking it.

(End of chapter)