How Could You Possibly Reason with Someone Like Him?

Kambara Shuichi sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully wiping the Sacred God Sword with a damp towel from the basin. Blood seeped through the gaps between his palms and fell into the basin.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The continuous sounds were particularly clear in the quiet environment.

The man was unharmed, but in that short period of time, he killed seven villagers.

It could be a backstab or a head-on fight.

In the latter case, the status and position of the Kambara Patriarch undoubtedly played a very important role. In their eyes, Kambara Shuichi was still an existence that was difficult to disobey and for which they could not choose to attack directly.

In the life-or-death duel, Kambara Shuichi took advantage of the opponent's confusion and hesitation, using the Sacred God Sword to reap the opponent's life.

But this was pretty much the limit. Even if they were lucky enough to avoid injury, the stamina they had expended in the numerous battles where they had used all their strength to swing their swords had reached a point where they had to rest.

Even if one is unwilling to admit it, the physical abilities of Kambara Shuichi, who is not yet forty, have deteriorated to a point that is no different from his appearance, or even more severe.

He closed his eyes and breathed, seemingly trying to adjust his body to the optimal state for battle.

The old man once said that a true martial artist can instantly adjust his body to the most suitable state for combat while simultaneously entering a state of perfect tranquility.

Kambara Shuichi wasn't naturally gifted; neither his mental state nor his physical conditioning allowed him to achieve the leap in one bound. But the fact that he was able to do so was a breakthrough in itself, almost miraculous.

According to the old man, this is something only a genius could do.

He was certainly not a genius, but for some reason, as the Day of Sacrifice drew near, Kambara Shuichi's mind, having been cleansed of all distractions, had become clear enough to barely support him in doing the same thing.

Kambara Shuichi undoubtedly grasped the Mind's Eye. Unlike geniuses like Raiden Mei, what enabled this man to achieve this was never his passion for martial arts, his obsession with becoming stronger, or his exceptional talent.

Rather, it is the vision of protecting the only thing we truly cherish.

Ten years of honing a skill.

This man, who could be considered dull-witted in martial arts, has reached a level that some martial artists can never reach in their entire lives, ten years later.

Even though the Honkai Energy's corrosive effects prevented him from quickly entering a competitive state, and his Mind's Eye abilities were somewhat incomplete, it was still enough.

"Daigo, you've come." The man opened his eyes. In the distance, countless figures flickered in the candlelight in the darkness, like demons and ghosts.

"Lord Kanbara, please tell me, where is Miss Yu?" Daigo asked earnestly. The villagers behind him blocked the narrow entrance, and the faint candlelight reflected on his compassionate face, making his eyes indistinct in the shadows.

"In the end, it's still you. Is this fate?" Kambara Shuichi didn't answer Daigo's question. He seemed to be recalling that scene from ten years ago, and said this.

"Lord Kambara, as you know, this is the rule. It has been like this for five hundred years. Kambara Village has been able to continue peacefully and harmoniously for so long because of the worship of the gods," Daigo said.

He should be becoming less and less human due to the corruption of Honkai Energy. It would be normal for him, as a Living Doll puppet, to only have the thought of capturing Kambara Yuu in his mind.

The man who led the villagers here before looked like a most fervent saint, but now he is so earnestly trying to persuade Kambara Shuichi.

"Just because it's been like this for five hundred years, does that necessarily mean it's right?" Kambara Shuichi stood up, staring directly into Daigo's purple eyes, and said softly:

"That's what you told me back then, Daigo."

"... That's all in the past, Lord Kanbara," Daigo said after a moment of silence.

"Even if it's a blood sacrifice at the cost of human lives, do you still think it's right?" The man looked at his childhood friend and sighed.

"It seems I can't persuade you, Lord Kanbara. What a pity, it's just that I really don't want to take action against you."

Daigo said with a sigh, "Of course I know where Kambara Yuu is. There's no other reason why this man would wander around killing people and then return to this place except that it's Kambara Yuu's hiding place."

"How could you possibly reason with me?" Kambara Shuichi laughed, as if mocking.

"Yes, it's impossible to reason with someone like you. As a believer in God, I should also abandon those inappropriate thoughts," Daigo agreed.

The current Kambara Shuichi is not the yakuza kingpin of Kanagawa, nor an entrepreneur who runs a massive conglomerate, nor the head of the Kambara Family, which has been passed down for five hundred years.

The man standing here now is nothing more than a father.

How ridiculous it is for you to reason with a father and say you're going to take his daughter's life.

The only outcome, naturally, was that they drew their swords against each other!

"Sleep for a while, Lord Kanbara. Everything will return to normal when you Awakened," Daigo said, waving his hand to give the order.

The villagers behind him walked forward indifferently. Daigo's target was Kambara Yuu, and if Kambara Shuichi didn't stop him, the villagers naturally wouldn't attack him.

But that's clearly impossible.

"I'm unusually indecisive for once, and I shouldn't be rambling on like this." The man raised his Sacred God Sword, and just as Daigo thought he was about to attack, he used the sword to pierce the black cloth beside him.

M61 Vulcan Cannon.

This weapon, dismantled from an American fighter jet and presented to Kambara Shuichi, would shatter even a true Zombie under its terrifying power of a maximum rate of fire of 7,200 rounds per minute.

He was never a pure martial artist.

One-on-one duels and sword fights are the spirit of the samurai, but in a group brawl, do you think I'm stupid for not letting you experience the changes of the times?!

The wealth, connections, and status I've built up through hard work are all for this moment today.

The entire room was specially designed; the Gatling gun's external power supply was also hidden inside, and the floor was made of a different material than the rest of the room to better withstand the fierce recoil.

Even the narrowness of the entrance was designed to facilitate a single, sweeping shot that could kill the enemy.

Daigo yelled at the villagers to rush toward Kambara Shuichi, trying to stop him from reviving the murder weapon.

He understood how terrifying the destructive power of modern weapons could be, and even with divine protection, Daigo did not believe that everyone could remain unharmed under such an offensive.

The hydraulic motor starts up very quickly.

Flames had already appeared before the villagers even reached them.

If the sound of thunder were to occur, this M61 Vulcan Cannon is equipped with the M12 hydraulic drive system for anti-aircraft use. Although its rate of fire is not as exaggerated as the maximum speed of 7,200 rounds per minute, it can still achieve a rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute.

The man could no longer hear Daigo's roar. AP armor-piercing rounds were devouring all the lives in front of him. Every bullet easily pierced through flesh and blood, breaking through all obstacles in front of him, heading towards an unknown end.

To take Kambara Yuu's life, one must step over his corpse.

Even if such an ending were to occur, this man stubbornly wanted everyone to understand.

Gatling gun bullets fire much faster than cherry blossoms fall.