![]() He had white hairs, long horns, and a pair of crimson eyes. Until I saw that edge shining as bright as the snow. But somehow I felt like I’d forgotten something. Blood dripped onto the edge along his fingers, giving me a scorching pain. Minamoto no Yorimitsu was sitting under the clan emblem, calling my name like he used to. I opened my eyes and saw the emblem of the gentian flower I knew so well. “The way of the warrior is to forging ahead cautiously rather than blindly throwing away your life.” The blood pact inside me was trying to cleanse the miasmic toxin. I could finally see, though everything was a little blurry. The gentian flower pattern in my eyes started shaking. I cannot die here before I could return them.Īfter a blood-soaked battle, I lay down on the ground, gasping. I started laughing, the pain made me thrilled! I was thirsty for this splintering pain and this scorching resolution! Neither the blade that's now a part of me nor the demonic arm that's wielding a blade is mine. More and more evil monsters were coming at me, chewing me, burning me, tearing me, hoping to eat me alive. I was blinded, probably because of the miasmic toxin, I could only sense the position of my enemies through hearing. Though I dodged the dark blood, my blade, the blade that is now attached to me, that cut the pack was poisoned. But I didn't foresee that their blood contains miasmic toxins. I swung my blade and the monster pack scattered. Because their relentless attack, I was outnumbered. Those evil monsters threw punches at me without any pattern. I was ambushed on my way to find the hideout of the Minamoto Clan. Blood dripped down from my eyes as I felt an excruciating pain. ![]()
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