The black-robed swordsman retracted the katana and slowly put it back into the scabbard. The katana, which was emitting a black glow, rubbed against the scabbard, making a "sizzling" sound.
“Still haven’t caught up.”
The black-robed swordsman looked at the corpse lying in a pool of blood with a complicated expression and could only sigh.
His name is Araki Renku, and he is a demon-slaying swordsman.
The so-called demon-slaying swordsman is an extraordinary person who combines kendo, bushido and yin and yang, and takes it as his mission to maintain world peace and protect the people.
The demon slayer swordsman is proficient in kendo, bushido and onmyoji, and is the killer most feared by ghosts. Araki Renku is a demon slayer swordsman. According to his memory, he came from the Edo period.
"What era is this? Why are ghosts slaughtering civilians so wantonly?"
Araki Renku frowned. He had encountered no less than thirty ghosts along the way. Although they were all killed by his sword, Araki Renku still felt that this place was very strange.
How weird is it?
That is, the ghosts here are extremely arrogant and domineering, and they do not hide their true intentions at all. They kill and eat anyone they meet, but their strength is very poor. In the Edo period, they were just weak ghosts who had no ability and hid secretly.
Only the armored ghost I just killed was of the average level of ghosts in the Edo period.
Such a group of ghosts that were not even worthy of being mentioned in the Edo period were actually rampant throughout Japan, slaughtering humans wantonly!
Seeing this chaotic scene, Araki Renku felt extremely complicated and could only mutter to himself, "Could it be that times have changed so much that there are no Onmyojis or Demon Slayers left in Japan now?"
At this moment, the little girl who was sobbing in the corner spoke silently, her voice trembling and low: "Sir, this is the Reiwa era. There are no Onmyojis... and Demon Slayers anymore."
"Reiwa era?"
Araki Renkong was stunned for a moment. This name was extremely unfamiliar to him. He only remembered that before he "fell asleep", Japan was still in the Edo period.
But soon Araki Renku looked at the little girl, sighed, and said, "Do you have any other family members?"
After hearing this, the little girl gritted her teeth and immediately knelt in front of Araki Renku, burying her head between her sleeves. She sobbed and shouted, "Sir, my father and mother died at the hands of monsters. I want revenge. Please teach me the way of the sword!"
"You want to become a demon-slaying swordsman?"
Araki Renku looked at the little girl in front of him who was crying in astonishment. He was a little surprised by this action.
After all, no one has ever sought to become his disciple. People always want to become Onmyoji, but very few want to become demon-slaying swordsman.
In an era when communication equipment was not yet well developed, demon-slaying swordsmen carrying samurai swords were often mistaken for private samurai... In people's impression, carrying a sword equals being a samurai, and those who truly possessed great supernatural powers were onmyojis like Abe Haruaki.
The little girl sobbed for a moment, then gradually calmed down. She knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, leaving blood marks on her forehead. She shouted, "Yes, sir, I want to become a demon-slaying swordsman. Please teach me the way of the sword. I will serve you wholeheartedly!"
Araki Renku smiled. He lowered his head, looked at the small figure, and said softly, "A demon-slaying swordsman needs to endure a lot of hardships. Before becoming a demon-slaying swordsman, you will suffer a lot of hardships. If you are not careful, you will die at Hira Slope. Are you still willing?"
"I do!" The little girl's eyes were firm.
Araki Renku nodded and said seriously, "So, what's your name?"
"Sir, my name is Hokuto Marie." The little girl whispered.
"Molihui?"
Araki Renku repeated the girl's name, nodded, and said, "I remember your name. From now on, you are my disciple, Araki Renku."
"Come with me. Someone will take care of everything here. We can't waste time here. Every minute we delay, more people will be killed by ghosts."
After saying that, Araki Renku gripped the dark samurai sword, turned around and left resolutely, and after hesitating for a moment, Hokuto Marie behind him also decided to follow Araki Renku's pace.
Although burying the bodies is important, saving the lives is more important!
The two figures, one big and one small, quickly disappeared in this unknown town. In the tavern, the police who rushed over looked at the bloody scene and were very frightened.
They hurriedly got the tavern's surveillance footage, and through it, they saw that one guest after another was killed until Araki Rensora appeared.
“This…this is…”
The police officer who had been watching the surveillance camera was stunned by Araki Rensou's impressive appearance. He was so excited that he couldn't express his thoughts in words: "Sword... Swordsman! No... Sword Saint! Anyone who can kill ghosts must be a Sword Saint!"
"Report, must report to Yingdu! The Sword Saint has appeared!"
The police were very excited. The ghost murders that had occurred in recent days were too shocking. Many of their colleagues in the Japanese police force had sacrificed their lives. They were very afraid of ghosts.
Now with the help of Tsuchimikado's descendants and the sword master, they believe that Japanese society will soon stabilize and an era of peace will inevitably return to Japan.
The news was passed up layer by layer. Due to the changes of the times, in less than an hour, the news about the "Sword Master" and the images from the tavern surveillance had been transmitted to the computer of Japanese Prime Minister Miyazaki Shuei.
Miyazaki Shuei looked at the screen on the computer, his breathing starting to quicken. He quickly asked, "Where is this Sword Saint?"
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