The moment the number finally ticked up to 3,500, Kirishima Bupai had just casually pinned a Demon hanging from the ceiling like an enormous gecko to the wall and watched it turn to ash.
He stopped walking.
The abandoned room was a mess. Moonlight slanted through the dilapidated window, illuminating the drifting dust.
Kirishima Bupai stood still and drew a deep breath.
At last, a tiny, irrepressible... flicker crossed his icy face.
Without hesitation, he summoned the system interface.
[Redeem: Yamato] [Confirm redemption? Points required: 3,500] [Confirm!]
Humm-!
An indescribable chill, seemingly from the farthest reaches of space and time, instantly filled the room.
Even the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the moonlight seemed to be sliced apart by an invisible force.
Space rippled like water before Kirishima Bupai. A long sword appeared out of thin air and slowly descended, hovering precisely above his outstretched hands.
Gently stroking the divine weapon he had dreamed of day and night, Kirishima Bupai was on the verge of drawing it and slashing wildly.
His fingertips brushed the hilt wrapped in white cord over ray skin. The tightly woven cord formed a regular pattern, with a dark backing faintly visible through the gaps.
(PS: Alice has never handled the real Yamato. This texture is how the Yamato Alice bought on Taobao feels.)
As his fingertips slid over the blue-and-gold guard accented with black patterns, he felt the scabbard's texture as well.
It had a warm, frosted feel, fine without being slippery. As the pads of his fingers slid along its curved surface, he could faintly feel the rises and falls of its grain.
Its mere presence seemed to destabilize the surrounding space, faintly exuding a sharpness and majesty that could tear through everything and cleave dimensions.
Yamato!
Kirishima Bupai's