Within Muichiro's Memory World...
Rain poured without end. A dark figure slowly entered the wooden house. Hearing it, the boy hurriedly shouted to draw its attention.
But the shadow lunged straight at Muichiro.
Just as he reached for his sword to fight back, he realized he had nothing on him.
In that moment of hesitation, the shadow closed in. It was a vicious demon!
Muichiro sneered. With strength like that, I could take you down even without a Nichirin Blade...
But the next second, a severed limb flew through the air, and blood splashed across his face.
It was the boy. Seeing Muichiro fail to react, he had instinctively stepped in front of him. The demon severed his right arm, spilling blood across the floor, yet he still stubbornly shielded Muichiro.
"..." He seemed to be shouting something, but Muichiro still could not hear him.
"No! This is wrong! It shouldn't be like this!" A sense of déjà vu struck him. This scene was terribly familiar, as though he had lived through it before.
Lived through it?!
Muichiro suddenly froze, his pupils contracting sharply. Could this be...?
As realization dawned, a familiar cry rang in his ears. "Muichiro, run!"
It was the boy's voice. Muichiro finally remembered. It was his older brother!
"Aah!" Roaring with fury, he drove his fist into the demon.
His punch struck its body without having any effect.
The demon raised a clawed hand, and the boy violently shoved Muichiro aside.
"Get out of here! Don't ever come back!"
Muichiro was knocked toward the doorway, forced to watch as the demon tore into his brother's body.
Red! Vivid, bloody red. In that instant, it was all he could see.
Reason, swordsmanship, his Breathing Style-he cast them all aside.
He grabbed the axe by the door and