"Mind's Eye."
Hozoin Inshun turned to glance at the clash between Musashi and that strange Assassin.
As expected of Miyamoto Musashi—what terrifying sword strikes.
Strikes that sought out an opponent's weaknesses from within, strikes that would almost certainly hit.
Strikes as inevitable as fate.
And so, what shocked Hozoin Inshun even more was—
That figure standing before Assassin had actually blocked such a strike!
"How did you do that?!"
He could not help but ask.
"My taboo name is Rider of Black Rope Hell."
"I did nothing."
The woman, who looked deeply compassionate yet reeked of bloodshed, spoke slowly as she raised the blade in her hand.
"I merely swung my blade at will."
"As long as I place the blade here, the enemy's attack will naturally be dispelled. As long as I swing my blade here, the enemy's head will fall off on its own—do you not know such things?"
There was a trace of confusion in her voice, as well as a hint of innocence.
And that was precisely why her cruelty could be felt.
"If not, how could one behead evil demons?"
Click.
"You monk, you say the strangest things."
Musashi's guard was almost fully raised.
This woman was terrifying.
Her all-out strike had been brushed aside with effortless ease, as though she had merely pushed a fallen leaf across the surface of water.
Although—
Although she did not want to admit it.
These six figures before her—
Every one of them was stronger than she was!
She herself did not matter.
She had to find a way—at the very least, she had to let Ritsuka escape with O-Nui and Tasuke.
Until then, she needed to draw their attention from the front.
"Hehehe. What you are thinking is plainly obvious, Miyamoto Musashi."
Rider said so, her voice