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
He makes his way to the head's room. He was standing near the front door about to enter the room when the man in the middle of the two suddenly stood up in the distance in front of a round table. The unknown swordsman standing behind the door was unaware of Agatsuma Hit's presence. He walks in as the heads turn to look at him. There were four people in the room, plus two unknown shadow guard swordsmen hiding in the shadows. It was a large room that could fit at least a hundred people. There were two bookshelves next to the windows on the left and right sides of the room. An open window is visible behind the unknown man in the distance. There are also couches near the windows. "We expected a messenger swordsman to arrive in our village, but we guess not... Get out of here if it's not important, or say it and just leave," the man who stood up said. "Hmm! Still no shame! I thought you'd changed yourself Warui Rou one of the heads!" he snarled as he stormed into the room and came to a h
Kiroshuku stands menacingly as the unknown swordswoman tosses an unknown person's head to the side. She comes to a halt and takes a menacing stance. She smiles at him while pointing her blade menacingly. "We meet again, I cut his head off, want to know why? Master Kiroshuku? It's so sad that every student you have died left and right," she said menacingly as she saw him furious. "I'm not running this time!" he said solemnly, pointing his blade down. He suddenly realized it was the same swordswoman who had blown up earlier. "Can she provide clones on her own? Unbelievable! The Gakures are known to be the only ones who can do it because their bloodlines are unimaginable, from being a normal kid to becoming a legend, or even above it... But there are only a couple of Gakure's left on this world and they need to be protected," Kiroshuku thought as he stepped on his right foot and vanished. He appeared behind her and was about to swing down her blade when a massive violet barrier wall a