The wind strangely blew at a surprising speed. To the south, hundreds of trees went flying around the front gate, slamming at the giant walls. Many swordsmen immediately vanished in the area, avoiding injuries and death. Mirishi Kutaki, the head of the village, was surprised to see himself inside the captain's building in an instant inside his office. As soon as he got a grip of himself, he immediately ran to the window to look out. As he realized that he was teleported, he saw a giant explosion where Yhuri and Six were. His face was filled with horror and shocked as the two other unknown heads came by his side to look and see the horrifying horror that they were currently witnessing. It was a giant explosion that they hadn't seen. It was bigger than their village realizing once that kind of explosion hit their village, all would be over. Suddenly, they felt the wind followed by a shockwave that broke the window glass in front of them. Considering that distance, their faces were fill
Kuro wakes up in a dream, dreaming of one of her students, Gakushin Gakure, one of her lovely students. She remembered the good old days of the past that she cherished with him while realizing, while asleep, that it was her first sleep after not sleeping for more than a week just to protect her fellow masters.She's the sole reason why many masters were dead, but their main goal was to save the legends to help them with further battles in the real world. It was a rescue mission that had completely gone off the rail.They expected high calibers of enemies, and thought that they could keep up, but in reality, they couldn't. They imagine them as godly beings, far more superior than them, but in reality, the beings they were fighting are just completely out of this world, and it was a miracle that they could keep up and defeat these beings. Considering their fighting and swordsmanship experience, they clearly have something against these monsters who guard the dimensional gates. But thei
The unknown legend who's with Kuro was named Clark. He was older than Ryujiro and the other legends, in fact, he was second to the oldest member of the Legends nine hundred years ago that was still alive today. Even with him being one of the eldest, he did not became the leader.Clark, one of the Legends and the oldest member of it, was hiding something worst than they could imagine he has done. All they know he was hiding something and has kept it a secret for the time being because they have bigger problems than just bothering secrets.He also had made many mistakes of the past, but that did not stop him from reaching his goal and that is to be one of the greatest swordsman ever born. He also fulfilled his father's wish, to become a legend like them one day and he did. The only part he didn't like is when his leader, a normal human before he became a legend betrayed him. He was framed horribly for annihilating an entire village. He was told that he didn't spared a single kid in that
A gloomy silence atmosphere could be felt. It filled the lifeless room of one of the heads of the east as if darkness, sadness, and failure filled the room alone. He sat alone on a chair in front of a round table while holding papers of classified swordsmen under his list in his hands. He looked at these papers one-by-one.More papers were on his table till he heard a knock on the door and it opened. He put the papers underneath the table where there were multiple layers of small cabinets. He left a single paper on top of the round table and began reading it in silence. The unknown who walked in, reached the round table, stood tall, and awaited for his words."I— I have no choice, but to uh, task you on a dangerous mission, young one. Be careful out there," he murmured worriedly, handing him the paper, which he promptly took. He was afraid as darkness filled the room, until it suddenly began to rain outside, accompanied by a cool air blowing in from the window toward them."You've sent
As Shimodo Rou savored his coffee, the weight of the mission he entrusted to Gakushin Gakure and Shikari Gakure lingered in his thoughts. Alone in his head office, the room pulsated with an atmosphere woven with curiosity, fear, and hope. The solemnity and confusion were palpable, mingling with the aroma of the brewing coffee. The success of the mission rested heavily on the shoulders of these two skilled swordsmen. Amidst the rubble, Gakushin Gakure's eyes widened at the sight of a colossal crate that had obliterated a significant portion of the forest. Coughing, he tightened his grip on his sword, a lone figure in the aftermath of a mysterious and destructive event. The absence of Shikari heightened the tension, leaving Gakushin to grapple with the unknown and the unfolding chaos. Gakushin Gakure thought furiously, "What the hell happened here?" He turned around, scanning the dark forest. In the middle of the night, he couldn't sense Shikari's presence. Suddenly, a scythe emerged f
"You're alive? I thought you were gonna die, but you're still breathing," he remarked, approaching Shikari menacingly. Glaring at him, his earlier smile vanished, replaced by a stern expression as he noticed Shikari's eyes beginning to open. "You ba-bastard!" Shikari whispered, blood dripping from the side of his mouth. His hands and legs rendered numb, he lay in a vulnerable state, the toll of the battle evident in his weakened condition. "My apologies for taking you down that early. I didn't know you had the shadow demon mask. I know you're strong, and you're just hiding your true color. Now, do you mind showing me that again? The demon mask?" he asked menacingly as Shikari grunted in pain. Surveying his surroundings, Shikari was puzzled to find himself in an obscure dimension, with the pitch-black sky devoid of stars and clouds. "Who the hell do you think you are? My boss?" Shikari retorted, taunting his adversary. The Deity chuckled at the response, turning around to survey the
A man retrieved his sword from the wall with his right hand and simultaneously reached for his coat on the opposite side. Securing the sword on his left waist, fastened to his belt, he donned the coat, concealing an ancient black kimono beneath.Exiting his dwelling, he paused just beyond the front door, eyes locked on the cerulean sky and the sun. A sigh escaped, a fleeting moment of reflection, before he raised his right hand. Suddenly, a vibrant red mask materialized, covering his face as his eyes shifted from brown to an ominous red. With a breath, he vanished into the unseen.Minutes later, he materialized within the heart of the Capital, navigating through guards who cast suspicious glares his way. Undeterred, he strode towards a room, the gazes of the sentinels unable to pierce his enigmatic purpose. Opening the door, he was met by an unfamiliar face."Welcome, welcome! I'm Kingston, the head of the West Nation! Just in case you've forgotten my name after all these years!" King
Gakushin Gakure jolts awake in a world swallowed by darkness, an oppressive atmosphere of despair, hope, and tension pressing in. As he sits up, a wave of sadness washes over him, the obsidian surroundings playing tricks on his senses. In the dim shadows, he inspects his hands and feet, confirming his existence, yet a shroud of confusion cloaks him. The air crackles with an enigmatic energy. He rose with a calm presence, half-convinced that the engulfing darkness was a mere dream. His gaze returned to his hands, now radiating a luminous white glow. Clearing his throat, he shifted his attention to the mysterious expanse stretching before him. The air buzzed with an otherworldly energy. He rose with a calm presence, half-convinced that the engulfing darkness was a mere dream. His gaze returned to his hands, now radiating a luminous white glow. Clearing his throat, he shifted his attention to the mysterious expanse ahead, a realm where shadows danced with ethereal brilliance. He breath