"We can't drag this out much longer."
Shirou also noticed that these Buli Ren were experiencing a slight, gradual attrition. It was the Uzumaki Clan trying their absolute best to buy time for him, and if this continued, this heavy burden might not be enough to hold these Buli Ren back.
"There are still nearly five or six hundred of them... That's enough. At least a major portion of the Buli Ren's remaining forces is right here."
Thinking of this, Shirou let out another wild roar. Hearing this howl, a large number of Buli Ren stopped in confusion. A fraction of them turned around, gazing doubtfully toward the direction where their battle-warrior Hulay was.
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Yet the very next moment, their battle-warrior's mouth began to chant unfamiliar words and syllables. But owing to the existence of the Synesthesia Beacon, they could understand them completely.
"What my vocation pursues is the liquidation of resentment.
Severing ties, cutting off karma, severing the creation of fate.
--That is, liberation from karmic bonds.
All the studies gathered up to this point.
Taking the shape of a thousand swords, ten thousand blades----"
Incomprehensible incantations, neither a war cry nor a blessing. A fraction of the Buli Ren had not yet entered the state of moon-madness, instinctively beginning to sense a slight abnormality.
However, at this very moment, it was already too late to retreat.
"The erected grave of swords.
Reaching this place as the convergence of all things.
Displaying the earnest wish of all things right here.
Accumulating the misfortune of all things at this place--
Everything in my life exists solely to reach this blade--"
"Essence, unraveled. Ideals completed, converged. Forging technique, critical point----"
"The pulsation of the sword is right here----"
"Little wolf cubs, don't blink... This is the last 'sword'