Late autumn.
An ancient road beneath the setting sun.
"Where is this?"
Akame stood there, looking at Fang Zheng beside her. Just after Fang Zheng finished speaking, he waved his hand, and then Akame and Fang Zheng appeared here.
"This is a memory."
Fang Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the ancient road beneath the setting sun and the man standing there.
"He is Yan Shisan."
"...Him?"
Akame frowned as she looked at the man in the distance. She was about to walk over, but Fang Zheng stopped her.
"This is a memory. You and I can only watch. After you've seen it through, then decide whether you want to learn the Thirteen Sword Kills."
"..."
Akame said nothing. She merely stood quietly beside Fang Zheng, watching a man dressed in strange, ornate robes walk over and stop before Yan Shisan. He stared at Yan Shisan, then gave a cold laugh.
"Yan Shisan?"
"Yes."
Yan Shisan gave a slight nod, while the person opposite him continued his questioning.
"Is your Thirteen Sword Kills truly invincible under heaven?"
"Not necessarily."
Yan Shisan's expression did not change in the slightest. Akame had already noticed that he had not shown any expression at all until now. Yet it was not that he was simply bad at displaying emotion like she was. It was more like the feeling given off by a dead person... She did not know how to describe it, but in Akame's eyes, Yan Shisan seemed like a walking, living corpse. It was unsettling.
At that moment, their voices drifted over again from afar.
"I am Gao Tong, Gao Tong of One Sword Piercing the Heart."
"...They're going to duel? Why?"
Akame had listened for a while before finally understanding that this Gao Tong had come to kill