"He Liu... you..."
The samurai gripped the blade buried deep in his chest with both hands, staring in disbelief at He Liu, who had struck him.
"Trai..."
The samurai tried to say more, but He Liu twisted the blade. After a few soundless cries of agony, he breathed his last.
"Anyone who can't read the situation has no business staying by Lord Rengo's side."
Fighting the constant trembling in his hands, he slowly pulled out the bloodstained Samurai Sword, wiped it back and forth on his sleeve, then finally sheathed it.
"Phew..."
He took a deep breath, then turned and walked toward the others behind him.
Meanwhile, Mifune stared at the pile of "minced flesh" on the ground, his heart filled with horror.
"You... Miss Xiao You, you actually..."
Even his voice trembled involuntarily.
"Well... I had no choice. He came to capture me, so all I could do was defend myself, right?"
"Xiao You" spread her hands and spoke casually.
"Defend yourself?" The corners of Mifune's eyes twitched. She had reduced the man to this, leaving not even an intact corpse, and she called that self-defense?
He sighed and began thinking over everything that had happened.
Why had someone suddenly come to capture Miss "Xiao You"? Hardly anyone should have known he was meeting her tonight.
Besides, these samurai did not look like the general's men, especially this Swift Sword Saint. He was the general's sworn enemy and could never have joined his ranks.
Thinking it over, the only people who had known about this today were himself, He Liu, Miss Yui, and her companion.
A very unsettling thought crossed Mifune's mind. Those two women were Miss "Xiao You's" friends. They would never do something like this.
All of He Liu's strange behavior that day suddenly came back to