Seeing that the others were about to touch the other three swords, Ota Ichisuke hurriedly shouted for them to stop.
"Don't touch them! Nobody touch them! Have people surround this place at once. No one is allowed to get close!"
Ota Ichisuke thought, Nothing should happen as long as we don't touch them, right?
But then something even more despairing happened. The final three swords suddenly cracked right in front of him, shattering into countless pieces that scattered across the ground.
Clang! Clang!
Ota Ichisuke's expression became extraordinarily colorful.
His life had gone from immense joy to utter sorrow in a mere ten seconds.
"No!"
Ota Ichisuke dropped to his knees in despair and even began sobbing outright.
He cried so miserably that it was almost pitiful to watch.
The object that represented his faith had shattered before his very eyes. The blow was no less devastating than the destruction of his entire family.
If you had never possessed something in the first place, then losing it was simply losing it.
But Ota Ichisuke had just been fantasizing about his family possessing five divine swords. He had already regarded those five swords as his own possessions.
Losing them at this point dealt him an unbearable blow.
What was worse, the five swords had broken in the Ota Family's home. If word got out, the consequences were easy to imagine. The Ota Family would have to face the fury of every Bushido member in Japan!
That made Ota Ichisuke even more unable to accept it.
"Someone must have deliberately set us up! Who was it? Come out! Don't hide like a coward!"
Ota Ichisuke rose and shouted furiously. Holding the only remaining broken sword, he yelled into the night sky.
But no one answered him. Instead, a brass-colored teapot suddenly floated