The curled blade proclaimed that Senji Muramasa was no longer a great sword; it had become a broken sword.
The sword did not leave his hand. Jubei gripped the hilt with all his might. This was his sword, and as a samurai, he could never let his sword leave his grasp.
With a loud "boom".
The iron cavalryman, with his steel whip, smashed Jubei, sword and all, to the ground.
Only then did Tieqi bend over wearily, panting heavily. His arm was even a little weak from the two blows he had just received, so he rubbed his even more sore right arm.
After his gaze lingered on Jubei for a few moments, he stood up and staggered away.
Jubei lay flat on the ground with his arms outstretched, his eyes half-open, staring blankly at the tree canopy, which had been bombarded by artillery fire and was now covered in petals, leaving only branches.
The haori on her body had been spread out, covered with mottled bloodstains, which looked like fallen pink petals.
And in that area of the chest cavity, it looked more like a large cluster of cherry blossoms in full bloom.
Blood uncontrollably welled up in his throat and flowed from the corner of Jubei's half-open mouth, while blood also spilled from his chest.
The sounds of fighting still echoed around, but they were receding rapidly like the tide, and the scene before my eyes was fading quickly. The bare cherry branches became distinct, turning from brown to charred black.
"Waaah!"
The sound of bugles rang out at that moment. Whether it was a hallucination or the Yan army launching a general offensive, the dying Jubei had no time to think about the remaining soldiers and generals.
But the next moment.
"Yo yo".
A clear and melodious voice followed closely behind, suddenly appearing in Jubei's ears. He found it hard to believe that he was hallucinating, as the voice was so real, as if it were right next to his ear.
The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, so he struggled to turn his eyes and look to the side.
A small fawn deer was curled up and lying on the ground among the canopy of a fallen cherry tree.
It must still be a fawn, trembling all over, seemingly frightened by the battle, yet too afraid to get up and run away, so it could only curl up there, its clear eyes looking at Jubei as if pleading for help.
"It's Fei She Lu, I haven't seen her in so long."
"There used to be a lot."
Jubei couldn't make a sound, so he could only sigh in his heart.
"I really miss it..."
With that final sigh, Jubei closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
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