O-Nui was a good child. Not only could she look after children, but she could also make tea and do housework.
In short, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Miyamoto Musashi ultimately decided to accompany O-Nui to see the "grandfather's thatched hut" she had mentioned.
However—
"It's appeared again."
"I really don't like this kind of weather."
The warrior wearing a conical hat raised his head, looked at the sky that had suddenly turned overcast, and snorted coldly.
Night had appeared in the daytime. The sky was blood-red, and the souls of the dead poured forth. The samurai drew the blade at his waist from its emerald-green scabbard.
This sword had slain countless "inhuman" things before. Now, faced with these inhuman undead, there was even less need for mercy.
"In the end, they are nothing more than phantoms."
"Still, Heroic Spirit Swordmasters, huh?"
His face emerged from beneath the conical hat, his eyes concealing a trace of disdain.
"Heh. As immortals, they do make decent material for testing a blade."
"But I didn't come here to kill immortals."
He could not kill immortals.
To kill an immortal, one needed the corresponding means capable of breaking that immortality.
Sakumura had no interest in such matters. One could even say that slaying Heroic Spirit Swordmasters held no meaning whatsoever.
This was an independent "world," not merely something like a Singularity. That was why Sakumura had appeared here.
As a—
[Agent].
Every Anno was an agent. If anything unforeseen occurred, then fundamentally speaking, they were all meant to devote their lives to it.
But unfortunately, as agents, these people had far too much authority. It was inevitable that they would develop thoughts beyond their missions.
Fortunately, Sakumura had no intention of doing anything unnecessary during his appearance in this so-called [Shimosa Province].
"I merely came here