Purple-Eyed Nora Samurai, Mixed Japanese Devil Regiment

He looked to be around forty, broad-boned and well-proportioned. His kimono hung loosely open, exposing his chest. His long hair was tied into a braid behind his head, and he had no idea how long it had been since he had shaved; his stubble stood up like steel needles. Put nicely, he was rough around the edges. Put bluntly, he was filthy. He looked like a vagrant—no, even like a stray dog.

Except this stray dog possessed terrifying strength, and it had rabies.

The adjutant was somewhat nervous. "Lord Nora Samurai..."

"Five minutes. I can only endure five minutes." The man cradled the Nodachi in his arms, a crazed smile curling across his lips. "I can smell the scent of ultimate slaughter. It truly is... sweet!"

Both his pupils glowed purple.

"Yes, understood." The adjutant bowed nervously, carefully backing out of the room. He respectfully pulled the door shut before turning and leaving.

He hurriedly issued the order. "Tactical Response Department, accelerate the suppression operation. If suppression cannot be completed, all personnel of Mao Rank and above must take cover in four minutes and fifty seconds! I repeat: starting now, in four minutes and forty-seven seconds, all personnel of Mao Rank and above must take cover immediately! Avoid Lord Nora Samurai's route of advance!"

Elsewhere, the head of the Tactical Response Department wore an ugly expression. "Gentlemen, we must not let others look down on us. Complete the suppression within three minutes!"

"Hai!"

The sounds of running echoed throughout the entire base. This time, the troops from the Tactical Response Department had appeared. They wore khaki uniforms and tail flap hats, with hanging cloth flaps beneath them—the old Japanese devil caps that Chinese soldiers and civilians had contemptuously dubbed "tail flap hats."

Such attire had long since become obsolete in