Yami Kaito and Divine Wind's match had not been over for long.
Time quietly reached around six in the evening.
Over in Flower Capital.
Because it was still during the "Zhongyuan Soul Return."
Under the influence of the "Three Realms Cycle, Eternal Rest Barrier."
The sky was still shrouded in night.
However, that did not dampen the people's enthusiasm in the slightest.
On the contrary, the festive atmosphere of "Fire Festival Night" kept the entire city brightly lit from end to end.
It was like a dazzling pearl glittering in the darkness.
On the broad bluestone streets, people were everywhere, laughing and playing.
Bright red lanterns hung high, linking together into a flowing sea of fire.
Before the snack stalls, tempting smoke and steam rose, carrying the fragrance of food through the air.
The living and the dead walked shoulder to shoulder, enjoying an unbelievable warmth.
Yet it was utterly different from the clamor and bustle outside.
Inside Swordmaster Hall, neighboring Shogun Castle, it was as though the place had been cut off from the world.
It remained just as solemn as ever.
In the simple, old-fashioned Japanese courtyard, the white sand of the dry landscape garden had been raked with meticulous care, and several vigorous pines and cypresses swayed faintly in the night wind.
Only faint, low voices could be heard in the air.
The crisp clash of bamboo swords as sword skills were exchanged inside the dojo.
And the orderly, vibrant shouts of young men practicing swordsmanship movements.
This atmosphere of quiet amid the bustle.
Displayed, at every moment, the depth and heritage of this holy land of swordsmanship on Sea Star.
At this moment, Mihawk, who had not gone to Spirit Capital with Lord Imu alongside Gion and Durandal, was standing alone inside a gravity chamber.
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