Hozoin Inshun still could not convince himself, while Musashi looked aggrieved, as though she had no way to explain herself.
Just then, the sky darkened once more.
"...Looks like we no longer have time to keep arguing."
Hozoin Inshun picked up his cross spear, his gaze turning sharp.
"Words are pointless. Rather than continue arguing with you, I'd rather show you my sword and let you judge whether I am Shinmen Musashi."
Musashi puffed out her cheeks, looking thoroughly unconvinced.
"Hmm? Hahaha—very well! Then I'll leave the ones on the left to Lady Musashi!"
Hozoin Inshun froze for an instant before bursting into laughter and assuming an attacking stance.
"Of course! Let us compete by the number of evil spirits we slay!"
Musashi also took her stance and charged out in an instant.
Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed.
Were all samurai of this era muscle-brained?
There was no helping it. He could only turn to protect O-Nui and Tasuke, while urging Musashi and Hozoin Inshun with his eyes to finish this quickly.
"They're back."
Sakumura raised his head, frowning at the sky.
The lull in between had lasted less than ten minutes. Why?
Pheasant Feather left its sheath, and Sakumura felt that something was off about this world.
Very off.
Though it had already been strange to begin with, everything happening now...
Had something happened? Or perhaps...
Had it sensed some danger at its core?
Never mind. No matter what...
He had to find the mastermind behind this incident first.
As for those so-called Heroic Spirit Swordmasters, though they could not be killed, Sakumura would still draw his blades without hesitation if he encountered them.
"I absolutely won't yield to you—"
Clang—
Bang!
In that instant, the difference in weapon length proved decisive.
Under the thrust of Hozoin Inshun's cross spear, the