The legends behind the mask were all wounded on the battlefield. Almost all of the forces of the Dark King were wiped out. Only a thousand remain, yet there are only three Shira's that were dead. A few of them were guarded by fellow Shiras and some of them were unconscious on the ground. They were in a cleared area near the massive ravine. The Dark King appeared to be injured, and part of his arm did not recover. Kuro was nowhere to be found, while Kage Rigakure was unconscious on the ground. The Dark Legend was likewise nowhere to be found, except for his eagle, which was perched on top of a gigantic vine of a giant tree to their right. He was also seeking for the Dark Legend, who had gone missing in the previous hours. It was near afternoon and all of them came to a halt to look at each other. Everywhere they looked, it was destroyed and all of the swordsmans were holding their swords in their right hand. Suddenly, the Dark King began laughing as the giant portal behind them rema
"Kage Rigakure, our only problem here is those Dark Mobs. The ones who remain are powerful and can't be defeated easily. In your state, you are lowered down to a normal swordsman level. Major fatigue in both arms and legs, could barely stand and trembling, have a few broken bones and the loss of blood, it's worsening for you," an unknown Hashira said to him as he took a deep breath and sighs. He glanced in the far distance and saw two legends behind the mask standing menacingly. The giant monster was on their far left, charging towards unknown Hashiras. The gigantic monster was destroying the ground with his weapon and foot. He saw Hirashiki WeraGakure, who was losing blood and worried with a struggling swordsman alongside him. They were both holding their swords in their right hands in the distance, in front of the Dark King, who was accompanied by five additional subordinates. "Hirashiki WeraGakure! We face again! This is kinda exhausting. Looked at the sky! It's daylight and you
Fudo, Blue, and Domei arrived in the west a few hours ago. Domei was severely injured and unconscious on Blue's shoulder. Fudo Toka sobbed beside him as an army assisted them in carrying Domei to the nearest hospital in the nation at the time. They were on Domei's side at the time, waiting for him to wake up. Fudo Toka was crying on her chair, but Blue was comfortably holding her. That made her feel better, but she couldn't stop crying. Domei was unconscious in the bed in front of them. The medics had already treated him in the same way that the healing sorcerers had. He was supposed to wake up in the following few hours, but he hasn't. They could see him still breathing, but Blue recalls Domei being hit in the right arm and having it crushed. He wonders if it can possibly repair itself and allow him to move again."B-Blue... Will he be alright?" She asked in a terrified voice while crying. She was hugging him tightly. It appeared that she didn't have her teddy bear at her side. Blu
The room was deafeningly quiet. Blue sat down in his chair, depressed. The two unknown swordsmen were equally anxious about Domei and Blue. They both stared at Kingston, who was equally mute. After a few minutes, he stands and turns around, approaching the door with the intention of departing early. He stretches his neck and prepares to leave the room without smiling or saying farewell. The swordsman in front of the door moved aside to make way for him. Toka suddenly sat up in her chair, drawing the attention of the two swordsmen. Kingston turned around to look at her after hearing her chair. He notices her glancing out a window to the left. A abrupt shake on the ground caused Blue get out of his chair.The unexpected shake lasted only a few seconds. Blue casts a peek at the two unknown swordsmen in the corner and at the door, where he notices three people looking at Toka on his side. When he turns to his right to look at Toka, he notices that both of her eyes are glowing. Blue's e
ÆKenki and ÆKatsuki had arrived home safely. They were swaying as they approached the east's entrance gate. Katsuki continued to grasp his blade in his right hand. His body was covered in blood, and he appeared to be unconscious but still walking. Kenki behind him was struggling to move forward. He, like Katsuki, was unconscious yet nevertheless managed to walk. A few soldiers noticed them but couldn't recognize them because of the blood on their faces. Their upper body kimono was ripped to shreds, and their mask was missing. ÆKenki's sword blade was broken. One of the troops instantly recognized them and sent a stretcher with a few men to treat them. ÆKenki and ÆKatsuki both collapse to the ground, motionless and now entirely comatose, as soon as they sense them.They were both in critical condition and could die if not treated quickly. The sun was shining brightly, and birds were chirping in the dark forest to the east. The pleasant breeze caused the tree's leaves to dance.Shimod
Kiroshuku Hakure was heading back to the West. He was fatigued in the midst of the forest and could scarcely move, but he was determined to keep on. Both his back and his head hurt. His heart and lungs were also bothering him, and his legs and arms were tired. It was like a five hundred kilogram lead dragging him down all over his body. His sheathe held his snapped sword. Blood was trickling from the side of his forehead. He abruptly came to a halt while reaching for a massive tree with his right hand in his right. He coughed out blood while kneeling on the ground. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them and feeling a sharp ache that caused him to kneel even farther to the ground. He spits out blood as his face turns red and slowly the pain starts to go away. He took a deep breath and he stood strong. He widened his eyes as he walked slowly on the grassy path. He cleared his throat as he clutched his left fist and stopped touching the tree with his right hand.Suddenly,
Fukeshin Gakure was snoring while leaning on a colored aquamarine tree. His presence couldn't be sensed. There was another swordsman on the floating island to his far left staring at him. The unknown swordsman appeared to be a human and tired. His eyes were black and he has a mask and long hair and a beard. Suddenly he vanished from where he was standing and appeared in front of Fukeshin Gakure standing. His eyes widened when he sees that he was still breathing and he was just sleeping. That made him smile and tears started coming down his cheeks as he took a step back. That made some noise and it woke up Fukeshin making him draw his sword with his right hand but suddenly the unknown swordsman in front of him raised his left hand to show his palm and shake his head left and right. That made Fukeshin stop drawing his sword as he glanced at him with his eyes widened. "Who are you? You look old... How did you get here?" He asked curious with his eyes widened. He slowly stands as he
A captivating scene unfolded before them as the group of skilled swordsmen and swordswomen made their way through the dense forest of the north. Their eyes gaze at their surroundings, taking in every detail of the unfathomable landscape. Through the dense foliage, they maneuvered around a bush and a towering tree that reached towards the sky. But something caught their attention, a figure lurking in the shadows, silently following their every move. Intrigue filled the air as the adventurers tightened their grip on their katanas, ready for whatever lay ahead. Their attire was anything but ordinary. Beyond the traditional kimono, they donned fashionable coats and enigmatic masks. Each mask bore a distinctive number, revealing their rank and prowess. The leader, Agatsuma Hit, proudly wore the number 1, marking him as the forefront of courage and skill. Hashibira Kosuke, the daring second-in-command, sported the striking number 2 mask, showcasing his unwavering loyalty. Katrina, the eni
Fukeshin Gakure was snoring while leaning on a colored aquamarine tree. His presence couldn't be sensed. There was another swordsman on the floating island to his far left staring at him. The unknown swordsman appeared to be a human and tired. His eyes were black and he has a mask and long hair and a beard. Suddenly he vanished from where he was standing and appeared in front of Fukeshin Gakure standing. His eyes widened when he sees that he was still breathing and he was just sleeping. That made him smile and tears started coming down his cheeks as he took a step back. That made some noise and it woke up Fukeshin making him draw his sword with his right hand but suddenly the unknown swordsman in front of him raised his left hand to show his palm and shake his head left and right. That made Fukeshin stop drawing his sword as he glanced at him with his eyes widened. "Who are you? You look old... How did you get here?" He asked curious with his eyes widened. He slowly stands as he
Kiroshuku Hakure was heading back to the West. He was fatigued in the midst of the forest and could scarcely move, but he was determined to keep on. Both his back and his head hurt. His heart and lungs were also bothering him, and his legs and arms were tired. It was like a five hundred kilogram lead dragging him down all over his body. His sheathe held his snapped sword. Blood was trickling from the side of his forehead. He abruptly came to a halt while reaching for a massive tree with his right hand in his right. He coughed out blood while kneeling on the ground. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them and feeling a sharp ache that caused him to kneel even farther to the ground. He spits out blood as his face turns red and slowly the pain starts to go away. He took a deep breath and he stood strong. He widened his eyes as he walked slowly on the grassy path. He cleared his throat as he clutched his left fist and stopped touching the tree with his right hand.Suddenly,
ÆKenki and ÆKatsuki had arrived home safely. They were swaying as they approached the east's entrance gate. Katsuki continued to grasp his blade in his right hand. His body was covered in blood, and he appeared to be unconscious but still walking. Kenki behind him was struggling to move forward. He, like Katsuki, was unconscious yet nevertheless managed to walk. A few soldiers noticed them but couldn't recognize them because of the blood on their faces. Their upper body kimono was ripped to shreds, and their mask was missing. ÆKenki's sword blade was broken. One of the troops instantly recognized them and sent a stretcher with a few men to treat them. ÆKenki and ÆKatsuki both collapse to the ground, motionless and now entirely comatose, as soon as they sense them.They were both in critical condition and could die if not treated quickly. The sun was shining brightly, and birds were chirping in the dark forest to the east. The pleasant breeze caused the tree's leaves to dance.Shimod
The room was deafeningly quiet. Blue sat down in his chair, depressed. The two unknown swordsmen were equally anxious about Domei and Blue. They both stared at Kingston, who was equally mute. After a few minutes, he stands and turns around, approaching the door with the intention of departing early. He stretches his neck and prepares to leave the room without smiling or saying farewell. The swordsman in front of the door moved aside to make way for him. Toka suddenly sat up in her chair, drawing the attention of the two swordsmen. Kingston turned around to look at her after hearing her chair. He notices her glancing out a window to the left. A abrupt shake on the ground caused Blue get out of his chair.The unexpected shake lasted only a few seconds. Blue casts a peek at the two unknown swordsmen in the corner and at the door, where he notices three people looking at Toka on his side. When he turns to his right to look at Toka, he notices that both of her eyes are glowing. Blue's e
Fudo, Blue, and Domei arrived in the west a few hours ago. Domei was severely injured and unconscious on Blue's shoulder. Fudo Toka sobbed beside him as an army assisted them in carrying Domei to the nearest hospital in the nation at the time. They were on Domei's side at the time, waiting for him to wake up. Fudo Toka was crying on her chair, but Blue was comfortably holding her. That made her feel better, but she couldn't stop crying. Domei was unconscious in the bed in front of them. The medics had already treated him in the same way that the healing sorcerers had. He was supposed to wake up in the following few hours, but he hasn't. They could see him still breathing, but Blue recalls Domei being hit in the right arm and having it crushed. He wonders if it can possibly repair itself and allow him to move again."B-Blue... Will he be alright?" She asked in a terrified voice while crying. She was hugging him tightly. It appeared that she didn't have her teddy bear at her side. Blu
"Kage Rigakure, our only problem here is those Dark Mobs. The ones who remain are powerful and can't be defeated easily. In your state, you are lowered down to a normal swordsman level. Major fatigue in both arms and legs, could barely stand and trembling, have a few broken bones and the loss of blood, it's worsening for you," an unknown Hashira said to him as he took a deep breath and sighs. He glanced in the far distance and saw two legends behind the mask standing menacingly. The giant monster was on their far left, charging towards unknown Hashiras. The gigantic monster was destroying the ground with his weapon and foot. He saw Hirashiki WeraGakure, who was losing blood and worried with a struggling swordsman alongside him. They were both holding their swords in their right hands in the distance, in front of the Dark King, who was accompanied by five additional subordinates. "Hirashiki WeraGakure! We face again! This is kinda exhausting. Looked at the sky! It's daylight and you
The legends behind the mask were all wounded on the battlefield. Almost all of the forces of the Dark King were wiped out. Only a thousand remain, yet there are only three Shira's that were dead. A few of them were guarded by fellow Shiras and some of them were unconscious on the ground. They were in a cleared area near the massive ravine. The Dark King appeared to be injured, and part of his arm did not recover. Kuro was nowhere to be found, while Kage Rigakure was unconscious on the ground. The Dark Legend was likewise nowhere to be found, except for his eagle, which was perched on top of a gigantic vine of a giant tree to their right. He was also seeking for the Dark Legend, who had gone missing in the previous hours. It was near afternoon and all of them came to a halt to look at each other. Everywhere they looked, it was destroyed and all of the swordsmans were holding their swords in their right hand. Suddenly, the Dark King began laughing as the giant portal behind them rema
After meeting at the demolished Capital building of the Ganko Village, which is thrown outside, Kenki, Shuzi, and Nurui Fakure, the shadow guard swordsmen, have a brief conversation. They ended their conversation and decided to return to the Village.Kenki cleared his throat as he started running. He came to a halt as soon as he noticed Nurui Fakure approaching her. He kneeled in front of her, and she hopped up behind his back. Kenki made an expressionless face, and Shuzi did the same behind the mask. The two of them began running and entering the forest, heading for the Ganko Village. It was far from them making them both fasten their feet. They sprint by massive trees on both sides. They were sprinting on grass when Shuzi noticed the big branches above her and the green foliage, as well as the blue sky and orange light. She cleared her throat as she felt peace for a moment."Hey, Kenki. I'd like to ask, what happened to the village now? I haven't been back in a while, I'm sure it'
Kenki was sprinting through the forest on a grassy path, gazing around. As he looks around, he notices blood in the trunks of the massive trees around him. He can also smell blood as he looks out into the distance and sees obliterated land. In the distance, he could also see destroyed big trees. Some of it was on the ground, and half of it had been ruined and cut. That caused his eyes to widen as he dashed passed a dead swordsman on his left. That caused him to come to a halt as he turned to his left to see the unknown swordsman leaning against the massive tree and sitting motionless on the ground."A swordsman all the way here?! What?!" Kenki exclaimed angrily. As he got closer to the dead swordsman on the ground. He discovered the swordsman had been torn in two. He was one of the region's exceptional swordsmen who appeared to be dead and unlucky. He notices his split-in-half sword in his side. Kenki's eyes widened as he averted his gaze. As soon as he looked away, he noticed a pic