A string of blood droplets carrying a sweet fragrance scattered across the water's surface, melting into it like wisps of red mist.
Shuten-dōji stood barefoot atop her gourd, clutching the wound on her left arm. Feeling the burning pain and stabbing ache radiating from it, she slowly narrowed her long, slender eyes.
The ancient sword wielded by her opponent was a sharp blade that had once slain a Dragon kind—or had been forged from a Dragon-Serpent Gigai!
That was why Shuten-dōji, who possessed the "Dragon attribute," felt as though blades were pressing against her back when facing that sword. It was the same type as the Twilight Demon Sword wielded by the white-haired swordsman she had seen in Thousand-Tree Castle.
But merely being imbued with the legend of "dragon slaying" should not have made her lose her composure like this... An instinct from the Nether made her reach a conclusion in an instant:
Red's Berserker must have originated from the Far East, just like her, and there was a strong chance that he shared some unknown "fate" with her!
Especially that sword... Though Shuten had never seen it with her own eyes, it felt strangely familiar.
"Has an evil yokai that plagued one region encountered a warrior who slays demons and banishes evil? I never imagined such an amusing story could play out once again in a world thousands of years later.
What a pity this is a Holy Grail War destined to be forgotten by ordinary people. Otherwise, tonight's encounter might have become a new legend~ Ahh... mm... oh..."
Shuten-dōji slipped her fingertips into the wound and probed around as though stirring something inside. Her cherry lips parted slightly, releasing soft moans that were three parts pain and seven parts pleasure. When she withdrew her fingers, she merely brushed