If anyone alive today understood the Bright Red Nichirin Blade best...
Apart from those who had seen one firsthand, and those who had been struck by one, Shinjuro Rengoku was probably the only person who knew a little about it.
After all, it was all written in the Book of Successive Flame Hashira.
About the flame-red Nichirin Blade that Yoriichi Tsugikuni had wielded.
He did not know whether the move Xia Xi was demonstrating now was the same as what Yoriichi Tsugikuni had done back then.
But the instant he saw that searing bright red...
Fine goosebumps rose all over Shinjuro's body.
It was his combat instinct, honed through countless trials and battles to the death, sounding its sharpest warning.
He absolutely could not take that blade head-on.
If it landed a hit... he might really wind up dead.
"Xia Xi, what... exactly did your ancestors do?"
The question startled Xia Xi. "Huh?"
He scratched his head, trying hard to remember. "They were probably... farmers? Hmm, maybe they worked on irrigation projects or something too..."
Shinjuro ignored the boy's ridiculous rambling.
"Were none of your ancestors really from a samurai family?"
For a while, Shinjuro scrutinized Xia Xi again and again.
He wondered whether this familiar boy might have some connection to the Tsugikuni family...
He did not have the Nichirin Flower Paper Earrings mentioned in the book, nor a flame-shaped Demon Slayer Mark on his forehead.
His personality and the look in his eyes were also completely different from the Yoriichi Tsugikuni described in the book.
If it was not Yoriichi...
Could he be a descendant of Michikatsu Tsugikuni instead?
While countless thoughts and guesses churned through Shinjuro's mind, Xia Xi manually deactivated [Grip of Ten Thousand Jun].
The dazzling crimson on the Nichirin Blade immediately receded like the