A blood moon hung in the sky.
"What Seiwa Genji?"
The blood moon's light spilled across the earth, a horrifying sight.
"What Seii Taishogun?"
"How—pathetic."
"Where has your so-called honor gone?"
"Hurry up and give me your names. Or, if you prefer, I have no problem dueling your general."
"Archer Inferno did not care about you, but I am different. You are a proper army, after all, aren't you?"
Longbow in hand, the woman stood beneath the blood moon, before the great army, blocking everyone's path.
"Since you gathered to subjugate monsters, I imagine many of you are members of warrior clans, bearing all sorts of noble and wonderful things, yes?"
"If so—then perhaps you are just as despicable and shameless as I am."
No one understood what the woman was saying, but an immense instinctive sense of danger wrapped itself around every heart.
"This is what they call..."
"Like repels like?"
Faced with the woman's seemingly self-directed "provocation," everyone grew somewhat flustered.
At last, the hatamoto commander raised his naginata and shouted.
"Where did you come from, suspicious woman?!"
"I heard that the one causing trouble in Shimosa earlier was also a female monster—you are the same kind, aren't you?! Then stand right there and do not move!"
"Archers, rea—"
Twang—
Splurt—
Blood sprayed.
"My lord—my lord?!"
The upper half of the man they called "my lord" still held the pose of shouting, yet it had already fallen to the ground.
The woman's eyes reflected the moonlight overhead, making her look—utterly terrifying.
The upper half of the hatamoto lay on the ground, while his lower half remained on horseback.
And on the army's side, no one had even seen how the hatamoto had died.
"Witchcraft—it is witchcraft!!!"
Panic spread through the army.
"So noisy, so noisy."
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