"What do you mean?"
Looking at the danmu Lu Ze had sent, Chen Yuan was rather confused.
The moment he stepped out of the secret passage into the Reed Field, the Illusion Realm entered a cutscene.
"We haven't met since we parted at Uncle's Tomb that day, have we?"
The tall figure deep among the reeds slowly turned around.
The young man had a handsome face that looked slightly haggard, with a somewhat unnatural air of world-weariness.
A slender tachi hung at his waist, and a massive, dark-red longbow rested on his back.
A line of text slowly appeared above his head: [Genichiro Ashina].
"L-Lord Genichiro..."
Kurō's eyes filled with panic. He instinctively took two steps back and lowered his head.
"I..."
The boy drew a deep breath and was about to step forward to say something when Sekiro reached out to stop him.
Sekiro placed his left hand on Kusabimaru's black scabbard. Kurō understood at once that he intended to face the enemy.
"...Forgive me."
Kurō bit his lip and finally made up his mind.
"Please leave this to me."
Sekiro's voice was hoarse, his gaze unwavering.
Kurō lingered no longer. He turned and ran in another direction, his footsteps fading into the distance.
With a slight push from his thumb, Kusabimaru slowly slid from its sheath.
Sekiro's right hand hesitated in midair before closing around the hilt and drawing the cold blade.
Seeing this, Genichiro Ashina silently drew his own tachi. Bathed in moonlight, its silver blade radiated a chilling killing intent.
"Will you stand in my way, shinobi of the Divine Heir...?"
From its scenery to its camerawork, every aspect of Sekiro's cutscene spoke of professional craftsmanship.
The spectators' danmu instantly filled the sky.
[You mean we have to fight Genichiro Ashina?]
[This guy looks strong. The