Fortunately twenty years - winter.
Starting with the people who had fled unbearably, people flowed in from all over the country under the effects of famine, Edo's population grew larger and insecure than it had been a few years earlier.
Whether it be a noisy world where slaughter, rape or chase are rampant, even at night people go to the surface. I don't think I'm right for the damage. Even though I was scared to mention the case on the subject, I still think it's other personnel.
But then one day, suddenly, it stops being human resources. Become a party.
Outside the city of Edo, the townsman gets drunk, snowy and steps on his way home in a good mood.
At once, I was reminded of his drunkenness by the shadows that lay in front of him - swordsmen named Black Feathers Without Tattoos and Black Swordsmen, dressed in the face of a haunted red hair and with a demonic and radiant black sword.
The townspeople stiffened for a few seconds and shouted, perceiving who he was who appeared before them.
"Hiya! So, I'm out! It's Ghost Tsuji!
The townspeople let fear draw their faces and scream in an uphill voice, dropping the lantern and fleeing to a glance.
But after escaping and running a few steps, the townsman fell, remembering a sharp pain in his leg. When I see it, a hole is worn in the middle of both legs of the tibia, and blood is erupting. I don't know what they did, but I can't even walk much with this.
"Hiya! Hiya! Hiya! Hey, help me with all my life. Ooh!
After dragging his hips back, he prays with his hands together toward the slaughter of the sword's raised face, begging for his life.
There is no way that the wish can be heard in the slaughter, which is itself intended to slaughter, and the merciless black body is swung down.
Blood dyes snow red. Blood fills the heart of the swordsman in black.
A particular topic of discussion among the Tsujitsu was the Tsujitsu on the surface called the Ghost Tsujitsu. He doesn't show up every night, but when he does, he slashes many people overnight.
No matter if the target is multiple, pull them out and kill them all with a black knife. Skilled enough to cut them off by themselves without being anything, trying to be surrounded by ten or more officials in the service. There were even many sightings of using demonic techniques, and even rumors that it was a demonic change.
Many skilled swordsmen, not just officials, challenged this as raising their names when the ghost tsuji appeared, but all were slaughtered.
Rumors of the use of witchcraft also put in sorcerers and wizards, but even they had become corpses in the morning and rolled into the streets.
This was the thirteenth man that Ghost Tsuji will slaughter tonight. It's time to be satisfied.
It is very much the same as other Tsujitsu people, such as the reason why the Tsujitsu will perform the Tsujitsu. I don't care about this world, its belly. I can't help but care less about Edo's Tahei world. In fact, it was difficult to call it the Pacific, but at least not a world of war, due to a number of natural disasters dating back several years and the great famine brought about by it. That's what Ghost Tsuji doesn't like violently.
(I miss the warring world...... I want to go back...... back then......)
World of War - nothing was more interesting to him than that.
The lives that have grown up in the time leading up to that are massively bumped into each other and vanished into scattering. Countless memories, memories, all of them blameless. The sight of more corpses in front of you with time. The feeling of cleaving the flesh and bones transmitted to your hands, cross sections of flesh peeking for a moment, splashing blood, expressions of despair, and boiling joy. That delightful time in the village that was ahead of us when we lost, lost our way through the mountains and finally got out, didn't even know how to fight and ravaged a people who cried and fled. The laughter of the synagogue on the dirty faces of my friends. And trance when thoughts are laid by people.
The first half of his life, when it was time for a three-digit age, was with the world of the warring nations. But now the heavens were flattened, and Ghost Tsuji made him raise a grudge every day, and he was delayed in his memory.
(I hate the world of Tahei, which took the battle from me and took your head's life. More... you just have to get rougher. You just have to break everything. Everyone and he have to die. the world of Tokugawa, etc.)
The words of the curse whispered in his mouth, and when Ghost Tsuji tried to get home...
"I don't know who it is, but I don't know if a sorcerer would fall for a slaughter or something. I don't know what's going on, but it's sad."
A young swordsman with a stern face stood in front of a ghost tsuji. The fact that Ghost Tsuji is still trying to learn that he is a sorcerer means that the man in front of him is also a sorcerer or a spell artist. No, even if he didn't utter any words, it was at a glance in Ghost Tsuji's eyes that the evil characteristic of those who honed the supernatural powers from an early age was released more than the body of the youth.
The swordsman smiled invincibly, exposing himself to a dignified gap and drooling his head.
"My name is Kusa Tsukoshiro. Grass Dew Witchcraft Fifth Generation - I plan to be"
Swordsman names it. Hearing the name of Grass Dew, Ghost Tsuji smiled in his face. I naturally know the name. Among a few witchcraft genres, it is one of the most famous.
"Shizuno Liu Witchcraft Inauguration... It's Shizuno Tired"
The man, called Ghost Tsuji, honored his opponent by acknowledging him as a powerful man and revealed himself with his own mouth. Upon hearing the name, Kashiro gave a startling look for a moment, but soon returned to his invincible face.
"It's a technique...? Or a sword......?
When asked so, Tired turns the cutting tip of the knife towards Kashishiro. Murder and demons rise above tired bodies.
"With a Rabbit Sword"
Xiangshiro pulls out the knife and sets it in the middle, even though he understands that the opponent's power is considerable.
From his tired eyes, he saw at first sight its seedless motion, and found that Kashishiro was also a considerable force as a swordsman.
Tired similarly finds himself in the middle and confronts him.
A pitch-black body shines brilliantly in the snowflake. Tired isn't just a knife in your hand. Demon knife that he was more forged than iron that was in the stone that fell from heaven - "concubine pine".
Kajiro also knows about the sword. I'm talking about never rusting and breaking and not spilling one blade after hundreds of kills. If you use a proper sword, your opponent's sword is likely to break.
With that in mind, Kashishiro is happy to make up his mind once and for all. I couldn't help but look forward to fighting the mighty enemy.
Two people stopping by each other with a slip of foot.
When Tired and Kashishiro caught each other in time, they kicked the ground hard and big at about the same time, attacking each other, waving a single knife at each other.
Kazushiro's right hand is cut off and his blood shines. But Kazushiro was more distracted by something than he had suffered from a hand wound.
Xiangshiro was blinded by the strings on the tired surface and the haircut, and by the tired appearance that came out of the bottom.
Golden hair and white skin glittering in the snow light. And green eyes. It's the first time I've seen it, an Inhuman face. Beauty to the point of stunning not only with girls but also boys. I could never imagine such a beautiful Inhuman child appearing from beneath that surface.
If you don't miss the gap that has arisen in Kanshiro, tiredness will aim at your throat and poke your sword.
Kazushiro stepped in tired poking at the outskirts and made a huge jump behind him to make an appointment.
Kashiro decided that the sword's arm was higher on the opponent, just because of the current interaction.
"It's getting fun"
Kashiro spills a grin and flips herself in the dark.
Tired of following Kanshiro and walking in the dark. I'm not running away. I'm asking you out. Of course I'm tired of spotting that, but I stood first curious to see what their thoughts were and what kind of technique they were going to do. It's a battle against a sorcerer with arms on his head. I want to be tired and fully interested.
In the dark night, out of the residential neighborhood, two sorcerers running through the grass. Eventually, Lin shows up in front of Kanshiro. Kajiro rushes into it.
Tired of seeing the possibility of ambushes lurking in the trees. Killer's temper is suppressed, but I can feel the monster coming from the woods. Perhaps it is a kind of charm made by Kashishiro.
When you go into the woods, you can see the whole woods full of demons. It would be somewhat troublesome if the trees themselves were demons, but even so, they are not willing to lose.
Kazushiro stops and looks back. Tired, even in the dark, saw firmly its winning grin. I think there will be extra traps set.
I quickly figured out why I lured him into the woods. From the top of the trees, and from the shade of the trees, a good number of them appeared, and they glanced.
(Is it two strands? I didn't know it would create so many)
A cat with a tail split in two - which formed dozens of herds to surround tiredness and set a goal. Front to back, side to side, top to bottom.
If these were attacked simultaneously, there is no way to deal with them with a single knife. At least not intact. It's not just a cat, it's a bunch of haunted cats created by magicians. It's definitely more lethal than a regular cat.
This means that - the time has come for tiredness to be combated by surgery.
"Cannibal Fluorescent"
When tired whine, countless luminosities of light appear around tired.
That was, as the word goes, a brilliance the size of fluorescence, but the way it glowed was different from that of fluorescence. Hundreds of lights slowly flashing and dancing from top to bottom to top, depicting the shape of the Three Days and Moons.
When the haunted cats scream in unison, they attack tirelessly from all directions. The cats should probably be guessing. Your own danger, that if you jump, you will have a high chance of becoming a corpse and rolling. But they have no free will. It is manipulated by art and destined to follow the life of the Lord and scatter his life.
Hundreds of lights dance in unison, piercing the cats that jumped toward tiredness and wearing countless holes in their bodies. Instead of just piercing the cat's body once, invert it and pierce it again or ram it around in your body to thoroughly eat and scatter that body.
A grin was disappearing from Kajiro's face as he saw the haunted cats he had made instantly ravaged. The certainty of victory was lightly broken and I was sincerely afraid of the art of tiredness. If that number of lights were emitted towards me, there wouldn't be a single clump.
Kajiro was rushing out before Hayako killed all of them. This is the only chance to survive. Too strong. It was far beyond my imagination. I don't see any prospect of winning. I decided it was the best choice to escape now and executed without hesitation.
He killed out dozens of haunted cats, looked to the darkness where Kashishiro had been until then, and tired nodded that it was a wise decision.
"Let me have some more fun... I thought you would..."
That being said, Tired was laughing.
You can expect a runaway opponent over someone who keeps fighting bravely and gets lightly killed. Hope the enemy raises his arms now and gets in front of him again and entertains him.