Senji Muramasa still did not honestly explain what he meant by "a large flower without roots or stems," or rather—
He himself did not know how to explain it.
"That's enough."
He spoke to himself.
"That's all it needs to be—a flower that draws attention simply by existing."
"Though it does sound pretty nice. A large flower blooming in a field... I don't really get it, but that description sounds amazing. As expected of an old man."
Miyamoto Musashi blushed slightly and scratched the back of her head with a foolish grin.
Though in the end, she still did not know what it actually meant.
"Enough chatter."
The eagle with dulled claws tapped his shoulder with Crane Feather.
"This place has never been quiet. If you want to talk, wait until the battle is over."
The reason he said that was simple.
The enemies—had already surrounded them.
It was not just the black monstrosities they had seen before; many other beings were mixed among them as well.
For instance, there were many great serpents like the one Mochizuki Chiyome and Shuten Douji controlled.
"Damn it. Did these monsters also emerge from the blood moon's light?"
"This city has already become a city of the dead."
Miyamoto Musashi's expression darkened with fury as she glared at the great serpents.
"I can sense astonishing vitality from them. That's strange... is it because they're so close to that city?"
Fuuma Kotarou drew the kunai at his waist and swept his bangs aside.
"Anyway—kill."
Sakumura was still the first to charge out—this was simply part of his fighting habits.
Sakumura's battles had never required any companions. To him, allies often became nothing more than obstacles.
That was the nature of Hundred Birds Style swordsmanship: a gorgeous sword art meant for only one person. So