Why did the Miwa family have to fight alone?
Gojo Tatsu gazed at the full moon hanging high in the sky. It was so perfectly round, yet all he felt was desolation.
His head began to ache. Countless events flooded his mind, threatening to split his skull, yet he was enthralled by the pain.
He seemed able to sense heaven and earth, but the pain bored into his bones and heart.
A hundred members of the Miwa family stood behind Miwa Tenba, not a trace of hesitation in their eyes.
Kenjaku sat in his carriage, occupying an exquisitely beautiful female body, lounging against the Fox Fur.
"Capture the 'demon eyes.' Kill everyone else."
Kenjaku smiled coyly. The heterochromatic Curse User beside his carriage showed no emotion and merely nodded.
That was no human, only a weapon.
A killing weapon created to capture the "demon eyes."
It was a battle that slaughtered countless lives. Blood soaked the soil until it grew soft; every step felt like treading the mud of Yellow Springs Road.
Miwa Tenba's hand trembled around his Tachi, and the deep crimson cursed energy surrounding him darkened once more.
This was a battle in which he had to tear himself apart in exchange for power. It had been a long time since he had done this.
But he was far from the only one being torn apart...
"Family Head Tenba, Xiao Qi will go on ahead!"
A long cry rang out as a broad axe cleaved into the boy, only eighteen. Blood gushed like a murky spring that would never run dry.
The boy raised a hand over the formation already drawn on his chest. Cursed energy erupted, reaching straight into the sky.
Flames instantly lit Kenjaku's icy eyes. He half sat up, gazing almost obsessively at the wildly