The Heroic Spirit Swordmaster Appears / Silver Hair, Pink Hair, Orange Hair

Shirou firmly refused, saying, "No, no, I won't hold your hand. It's too dangerous. If we really have to fight, you can just hide behind me."

Upon hearing Shirou's words, Kiyohime's face immediately turned red, and she opened her mouth wide, letting out a strange cry, "Ugh... Waaah!!"

"Shut up! You're so noisy! You snake woman!" Tamamo-no-Mae suddenly became very angry and shouted at the Princess.

"Waaah..." This time, Kiyohime didn't retort. Her face turned red, she suppressed a laugh, and her little hands clenched into fists, waving them excitedly up and down.

"What's wrong with them?" Shirou wondered, but he was somewhat used to their occasional eccentricities.

"Hmm? And what about you, Miss Fox?" Jiaotu asked, looking at Tamamo-no-Mae on the other side.

"Tamamo-chan is Shirou's sheath, containing Shirou's sword within her body~! Ahh~!" Tamamo cupped her rosy cheeks, secretly glancing at Shirou's lower body, then let out an excited scream.

Chapter 367 The Heroic Spirit Swordmaster Appears

Tamamo-no-Mae's soft, gentle voice, filled with deep affection, was truly moving.

The scabbard is the compartment for swords and knives, protecting the sword's existence.

A sword that is always drawn is merely a murder weapon. If it is always used for slashing, even the sharpest sword will eventually crack and dent. If it is left outside, it will collect dust and rust when exposed to moisture.

Swords unsheathed represent authority. Because they are not used lightly, and their use is always justified and justified, they command respect from all under heaven.

On the day King Arthur received the Excalibur, Merlin warned her that the sheath was more important than the sword.

The Goujian Sword of the King of Yue, King of Yue, Old Saber gleams with unparalleled sharpness after more than 2,400 years. It can easily slice through more than twenty sheets of paper, thanks to the protection of its sheath. This not only proves the miracle of ancient craftsmen but also preserves for the world the spirit of King Goujian of Yue, the hegemon of the Spring and Autumn Period, who endured hardship and humiliation, never forgot his national shame, and never gave up.

Throughout history, women have made lofty aspirations, sacrificing themselves to bring peace.

They were willing to sacrifice themselves, using their own bodies to protect their important family members, cities, and countries.

Use tenderness to soften an overly sharp sword, so that person will lay down their weapon and stop the endless, back-and-forth fighting in this mortal world.

This embodies the noble spirit of sacrificing oneself for the enemy, or accepting the sword with one's own body. In ancient times, there was Zhaojun Xi Shi to Wu to save the country and its people, and Wang Zhaojun who went beyond the Great Wall to quell the war. There was also Diao Chan who used her wits to defeat Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu to restore the Han Dynasty.

The dancer also had her own considerations...

But... but... all of this was destroyed by her lustful gaze.

"Shut up, you fox dancer!" Shirou yelled. Luckily, the child wasn't around, or he would have taped her mouth shut.

"Yes, I am a lowly street dancer, and all I ever wish for is to serve Shirou. If you insist on forbidding me even from speaking of my pursuit of true love..." Tamamo replied softly, her eyebrows lowered, revealing a pitiful appearance.

Tamamo-no-Mae leaned back against Shirou's chest and said, "Then please seal my mouth with your sword!"

"Heh heh heh... How utterly shameless! I am also Shirou-kun's sheath!" Kiyohime rushed forward and shouted.

"You two, don't come any closer! Aren't you ashamed?!" Shirou was sandwiched between them, shouted, his face flushed.

"Oh dear, it seems I was being presumptuous. Saying such embarrassing things, and what a shameless Asura Field, it's really an eyesore. Since I'm superfluous, I'll be going now." Just looking at it made Jiaotu's face flush, so she slowly closed her seashell and prepared to float away.

"No! Please wait! You've come at the perfect time. I wanted to ask if anything strange has happened here lately?" Shirou asked, looking at the dragon-horned girl inside the clam shell.

The clam shell stopped closing and opened again. The dragon-horned girl pondered for a moment and then spoke:

"Yes, I think I've heard that recently there have been ghostly figures around here at night. It seems something's wrong in Hell, causing a heavy evil aura outside, and everyone's afraid to go out. So this festival is a rare treat, and many yokai seem to be really looking forward to it."

Jiaotu turned and joined the procession of the Hyakki Yagyō. Before leaving, she murmured, "I hope nothing bad happens, neither on the demon side nor on the human side."

"..." Shirou watched her leave, and couldn't help but think of the strange black snake monster he had seen last night.

The rabbit-girl riding a frog and the little girl sitting on a pot with long legs and a big mouth hopped forward. The triplets, wearing capes, wobbled past... The long line of monsters finally finished their journey and disappeared from Shirou and the others' sight.

The music had faded away, but in the dim light of the setting sun, one could see the large maple trees along the roadside swaying and shedding beautiful red leaves.

"Let's go," Shirou said. He figured they'd deal with whatever came their way, just deal with whatever came their way.

Before nightfall, Shirou and the others finally arrived in Shimousa. They originally planned to take Kiyohime home first, but as soon as they reached the city gate, the soldiers dropped their weapons and ran away when they saw Kiyohime's appearance.

"Your Princess! Kiyohime!" Before long, the servants of the city lord's mansion came running over, some even kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.

"I'm so glad you're alright!"

"If the master finds out you're missing, we'll be beheaded!"

The maidservants embraced Kiyohime, as if they would carry her home even if it meant doing so.

However, Kiyohime looked reluctantly at "Shirou-kun" beside her...

"You really are stubborn, aren't you? Come on, go back. Next time I come to town, I'll bring Afeng and Tanabu to see you." Shirou smiled broadly, looking at the determined girl, and reached out to pat her head. Although it was strange, he didn't dislike her. It seemed that there were quite a few people around him who were determined to do something to the death.

"Waaah... Shirou-kun, you're so cunning... I know, I'll go back." Kiyohime quieted down after being patted on the head and finally agreed.

The servants around, witnessing this scene, weren't overjoyed; they all looked as if they'd seen a ghost. If their master, their Princess, were to run away from home for a week and suddenly have a son-in-law, would they be beheaded?

"Shirou... what you're doing is way too unfair!" Tamamo-no-Mae at Shirou.

"Hmm?" Shirou raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Tamamo-chan, remember to come visit me! You can write to me too~! Shirou! You too~!" Kiyohime, who had been lifted up, struggled to turn her head and called out to the two of them.

"Okay, Kiyohime- chan," Tamamo-no-Mae replied, waving her hand.

I really don't know how they suddenly became so close. Shirou waved helplessly, but at least he got the Princess home.

Shirou then escorted Tamamo-no-Mae back to the inn she had rented.

"Shirou, why don't you come up and sit for a while? It's getting late, so why don't you stay here for the night?" The fox dancer deliberately put on a charming look and asked Shirou expectantly.

The woman's eyes shimmered with tears, filled with a myriad of emotions—tenderness and longing—truly twinkling like stars. No kidding! Without Kiyohime's interference, how could she possibly miss such a golden opportunity!

Shirou knew that Tamamo-no-Mae front of him did not have memories of the other world. She might still be living in the ancient world, or she might be from another world, an individual with a different past and future.

She was a very nice guy, experiencing life as a dancer here, and he, a woman she had only recently met, had always treated her with sincerity.

The woman was naturally shrewd and resourceful, with her own thoughts, but she never had bad intentions, and her care for Afeng and Tian-Zhu was genuine.

Shirou was deeply touched by her sentiment and returned a polite smile, saying, "Goodnight! Goodbye!"

Shirou turned and ran away, leaving the fox dancer there stamping her feet in frustration.

Because he had promised the children he would return home as soon as possible, Shirou didn't linger and quickly left the city. Walking along a country road, he encountered an acquaintance.

A silver-haired girl dressed as a samurai, the virtuous young wife who learned cooking with Erina, a childhood friend, and a female samurai spirit who loves playing games.

"Good evening," the silver-haired girl said with a polite smile.

"Good evening," Shirou nodded in return.

However, the other person didn't seem to have any memory of this place, so the two simply passed each other by.

What Shirou didn't know at the time was that this girl was indeed Tomoe Gozen, but she was no longer the gentle girl she usually was. Instead, she was a heroic Heroic Spirit Swordmaster whose Spirit Origin had been forcibly altered by a sorcerer. She was trying to turn this world into a true hell under the name of the first layer of hell, and her only purpose was to kill.

There are six other beings like her, all of whom are no longer human, but rather Rakshasa from hell, hiding their true forms and using names from the Eight Great Hells of Buddhism, committing cruel acts of evil spirits and demons.

Across the desolate wilderness, dust billowed as an army of tens of thousands marched hastily.

They were an army sent to quell a rebellion under the orders of Yagyu Danjo Munenori. Now, they had gathered more troops and were preparing to return to the Shimousa when they decided to take the opportunity to subdue the demons and monsters there.

They were the last elite troops before the end of the Warring States period, who participated in the Battle of Osaka and helped the Tokugawa Shogunate defeat the Toyotomi clan; they were experienced and seasoned samurai.

The entire legion was very well-equipped and had a complete range of troop types, including cavalry regiments on Riding, infantry regiments carrying shields and steel swords, archer regiments carrying bamboo bows and quivers, and spearmen regiments carrying matchlock muskets. It could be said to be the best army in the entire country.

A tall woman appeared here, blocking the army's path. She was originally a very famous warrior in this land. As the ancestor of the Minamoto clan, she led the Four Heavenly Kings to fight against demons, defeating one famous monster after another, and protecting Kyoto at that time. However, she has now fallen and has a new name - Black Rope Hell.

The marching soldiers noticed figures ahead, stopped, and shouted, "A woman? What are you doing here? Get out of the way!"

Black Rope Hell didn't reply, but continued to say to himself, "What Seiwa Genji? What Sei-i Taishōgun? They've actually resorted to the trick of bullying the weak with numbers. There's nothing more lamentable than this. Where has the once glorious war gone?"

"Is that Himegishi?!" By the moonlight, the samurai in the army finally made out the woman's appearance. She was wearing armor, carrying a longbow, and had a long sword at her waist. The experienced samurai did not underestimate her because she was a woman. He shouted to his men behind him, "Archers, prepare! Shoot her on the spot if there is any movement!"

Black Rope Hell stepped forward, gazing at the army, and said in a low voice, "Among this army of ten thousand, there should be some warriors from very prestigious families. One-on-one battles are certainly possible."

The leading general shouted, "Hmph! The strange leader causing trouble in my Shimousa is also a banshee, and you're one of those monsters too! Don't move! Archers! Attack!"

With a tearing sound.

A streak of blood flashed, gushing into the sky like a fountain.

"What happened?! He's disappeared? The lord has vanished from his horse?" the surrounding soldiers cried out in alarm.

Black Rope Hell drew a knife from her hand, dripping with blood. She murmured, "Using any means necessary to exterminate monsters... isn't that exactly like me in my past life...?" "Ugh... I'm getting angry. I guess this is what they call 'like repels like'..."

With a snap.

The half-body, spraying blood, flew through the air for dozens of seconds before finally crashing to the ground hundreds of meters away.

"How is this possible... This... What kind of Monstrous Strength is this... This is demonic... sorcery!"

Black Rope Hell frowned, looking with disgust at the soldiers who had turned pale with fright. He said, "Shut up! You May flies! All you do is buzz around without uttering a single useful word! How utterly disgraceful! How utterly noisy! You are not even worthy of being called samurai! Do not tarnish the name of the Genji!!!"

"Enemy... enemy attack!"

"Help!"

The cries of anguish and screams continued.

"Ah ha ah..." A warrior on horseback stared dumbfounded at the scene before him, motionless.

He was once hailed as a master of killing hundreds of people. During the war to Shimabara Rebellion, he killed hundreds of people, like a demon god. At that time, the lowly people in the city were so frightened by the mere sight of him that they would run away in terror.

A woman, holding her child, knelt on the ground and begged him for mercy, saying she would do anything to spare her child.

He decapitated the child with a single stroke; killing someone here was as easy as crushing an ant. The woman beneath him, her eyes filled with despair and remorse, was exhilarating. The thrill of controlling someone's life was irresistible, making him feel like a god.

But at this moment, facing a woman who truly seemed like a ghost, his hands and feet were frozen, unable to move. He seemed to hear the echoes of the past, never expecting retribution to come so quickly; the things he had done during the massacre of the city had happened to him.

When faced with the weak, he once believed himself to be invincible.

But when facing a stronger opponent, he found himself unable to even muster the courage to draw his sword.

"Escape..." The samurai on horseback had just woken up, but before he could turn his horse around, he was cut in half at the waist. His lower body was already sitting on the horse's back, but his upper body had flown away to who knows where.

The woman moved too fast, like lightning darting through the army. Archers and musketeers couldn't aim at her at all; the moment they nocked their bows, their hands were severed. Musketeers lit the fuses, only to find their fingers had vanished. The fleeing soldiers and the frightened, chaotic horses could not hinder her advance at all.

The woman's knife was heavy, smashing the infantryman's shield like a hammer, and he crashed to the ground. The next moment, her iron boots appeared above him, crushing the soldier's head like a split watermelon.

After that, the surroundings quieted down, and Black Rope Hell turned around and silently left.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the Japanese ponies on the ground a deep red, reminiscent of the Akhal-Teke horses. Of the tens of thousands of soldiers, not a single one escaped; they all fell to the ground. The entire wasteland was stained a sticky, dark red, and even the full moon in the sky seemed to be reflected in blood.

Aside from the horses, the only survivor was a young man lying on the ground, his eyes glazed over. He was a newcomer who had never been on the battlefield. At this moment, his mouth was wide open, drool was overflowing, and he was staring at the sky, muttering something incoherently while tears streamed down his face.

Chapter 368 Silver Hair Pink Hair Orange Hair

A crimson full moon looked down upon the red wilderness, the earth was burning, and thatched huts crackled and popped as they burned. Dozens of families from another village lay dead in pools of blood.

A female ninja with black hair tied in a high ponytail raised her index and middle fingers to her chest, forming a ninja hand seal, and instantly appeared behind Tomoe Gozen. She was expressionless, her eyes indifferent, and what was even more peculiar were her arms with black circular patterns engraved on them, and her slender fingers, which, one would assume, were covered with long black gloves, actually had strange, protruding lumps.

Upon closer inspection, her limbs also appeared unnatural.

Yes, she is not human, but a special mechanical doll. Obeying the orders of the master who restarted her, she serves as a ninja, assisting the Heroic Spirit Swordmaster in completing the mission she has been given.

At this moment, her gaze was fixed on the silver-haired woman in front of her, who held a longbow burning with scorching demonic flames.

Just moments before, the girl had greeted Shirou with a smile, as naturally and comfortably as if she had run into an acquaintance while taking a walk. But the next moment, the silver-haired woman's eyes turned crimson, tears of blood streaming down her face, and a pair of black horns sprouted from her head, transforming her into a hideous demon from hell.

"Let's go, Kengyō. Let's find the next village. We need to kill many more..." The corrupted demon Tomoe Gozen said with a crazed and ferocious expression, gripping his weapon and walking along the village road to the other side.

"Yes, sir."

The female Warlord on the other side who was slaughtering the army was doing the same thing. After that, there was a scantily clad girl with two long horns on her forehead who was carrying a large, azure gourd and absorbing something from the corpses lying in the river of blood.

The female Warlord and the young girl were originally Daiten enemies, destined to kill each other whenever they met. However, they ended up staying...

All of this is very unusual. In fact, it is because the person who summoned them placed a forced curse on them, called the Spirit Origin Conversion of Heroic Spirit Swordmaster.

The seven Heroic Spirit Swordmaster, the Magecraft class, is a mysterious and powerful Onmyoji, while the one who summoned them from behind the scenes is a mysterious sorcerer.

They were all shrouded in black shadows, but if Shirou were to activate his Magic Eye, he would be absolutely astonished, because this mastermind was someone who should never have been here.

He was none other than Amakusa Shiro Amakusa Shirou Tokisada the Shimabara Rebellion.

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada was a character who was both righteous and evil in history. He promoted a personality cult and preached, which was very similar to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

To those in power, he was undoubtedly an evil villain, disobeying orders, instigating riots, and using religion as a pretext—he was simply a heretical member of a distorted branch of Christianity.

Like Jim Jones from the United States, born in the 1930s, he is the leader of a religious group called The Peoples Templ. He claims that thousands of years ago, he was the Siddhartha Gautama who founded Buddhism; then he was reincarnated as Christ; then he was reincarnated as Lenin, proclaiming that socialism is great, and in this life he will lead his followers into the true Kingdom of Heaven.

At the time, news outlets, newspapers, and magazines had all adopted a unified stance in attacking this cult. But in the end, he still had the ability to lead more than 900 followers to commit suicide and martyrdom with him.

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada led 30,000 people in rebellion against the feudal shogunate. His army was actually a collection of rebels from various villages, including Catholics, Buddhists, and peasants who rose up simply because they couldn't afford to eat.

However, the era in which Amakusa Shirou Tokisada lived was far from civilized. The Tokugawa Shogunate, which had just come to rule the country, and the daimyo in various regions were tyrannical, levying exorbitant taxes, and brutal. In contrast, the doctrines of the Amakusa Christian Church, which came from the West, appeared more approachable and civilized.

According to legend, he studied Medical Skill with Portugal missionaries from a young age and also possessed miraculous powers, saving lives and caring for the people.

Some say he was actually the great-grandson of Toyotomi Hideyoshi, persecuted by the Tokugawa family and forced to live in exile. He then led the people back to seek revenge.