Shinazugawa Sanemi's eyes widened in rage~!
With a headstrong and fiery temperament, he stubbornly refused to accept fate and looked up at the sky once more....
The jet-black line, as if transcending time and space, carried endless heat and scorching force, sharply piercing his bloodshot, defiant, and ferocious eyes, suddenly....
Causing him to cry out in unwilling pain and forcibly shut his eyes once again!
Two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed from the corner of Sanemi's eyes... Now back home, living with his younger brother Genya, he covered his eyes and fell to his knees with a "thud~",
with Genya rushing to him and embracing him from behind.
"Nissan, stop looking..."
"That's not a realm we can reach,"
"Have you forgotten the battle with Lord Eiichiro Oda?"
The great sword that pierced through the courtyard, wrapped in flames... According to what the people in the "In" organization said, it was something only a god could do!
Humans are small, yet also great... "Namo Amitabha Buddha, praise the sun..."
"Such an ordinary yet fierce sword strike!"
Perhaps his eyes had long been blind, or perhaps after opening his Acupoints, his control and perception became increasingly strong.
In front of the ancient temple one day, Gyomei Himejima sat with his Nichirin Sword pressed down, clasping his hands together, looking up at the sky, with his Nen fully restrained, leaving nothing exposed, finally, after two rounds of training, he learned [Zetsu] following the first to convert, Kyojuro Rengoku,
Thus, under the condition of fully restraining his Nen,
he was like a floating duckweed drifting through the world, making his perception of everything around him extremely sensitive!
Now, alongside the vertical slash from Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni,
Gyomei Himejima's breath suddenly stalled, seeing a mass of fire in his mind, a pure, scorching, domineering fire that seemed capable of devouring everything through extreme heat....
This fire, compared to Kyojuro Rengoku's fire,
even though the Flame Hashira is now far superior, many times stronger than before, it was still as insignificant as a small shrimp before a whale, unable to catch up!
"Splat~"
Fast is slow, slow is fast, fast and slow depend on each other, and like moonlit flowers on the water, they are extremely deceptive to the eye,
At this moment, Roy faced the ink-black line, as if forcibly tied hands and feet, unable to move, losing the concept of "Speed" in an instant, falling into this terrifying, ember-laden... black sword light......
"Pop~"
It seemed something shattered,
The line came closer,
The boy's fire-red long hair flew backward, his eyes blankly staring, seeing through the fog of sword light, he seemed to see a man... a man from years past, not yet bald, with a topknot of dark hair tied like a Samurai,
He stood with his back to Roy, bare-chested in a small courtyard, as one after another death god charged at him, and he sliced open their chests, chopped off their limbs, pierced their hearts, severed their heads, at his feet, bodies piled higher.....
For ten years, he fought,
For a hundred years, he fought,
For five hundred years, he continued to fight,
At a certain point in time, Roy even saw a familiar face under his sword, one of the most formidable among those who fell under him, who slashed a huge cross-shaped wound across his face upon first meeting, with white hair, golden eyes, holding a Western Sword... seemingly, that very person who now serves as lieutenant of the First Division, sparrow Chief Choujirou!
"Choujirou!"
Blood spurted out... a thousand years on, the man still fought, but this time he held back, gaining a loyal follower who would follow him for nearly a millennium.
Then, twelve hundred years, fifteen hundred years, two thousand years.... time flew, the world changed, yet the man's fighting spirit never waned.
His murderous aura grew stronger, his Spiritual Pressure more potent, his mastery of Ghost arts more refined, even without a sword, with just his fists and a move called [Double Bones], he could reduce humans to nickel powder.....
A distant, imposing voice slowly resonated——
"Boy, this strike is two thousand years in the making, can you withstand it?"
In that instant, Roy snapped back to reality, suddenly realizing that what he had seen was not an illusion, but rather the peak sword techniques forged by two thousand years of life and death battles, conveying the tenacity and struggle inherent within!
As no one achieves success by chance,
Genius is only considered as such when realized... Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni held the oldest [Flame] Soul Cutting Blade. Rather than saying he called upon the blade's true name, it's more accurate to say... it chose him due to his relentless persistence, his ability to endure solitude and suffering, his like a flowing blade that cuts like fire!
So,
"Withstand?"
"The Captain-General truly overestimates me,"
"Splat~" The vertical slash suddenly embedded in Roy's brow, splitting him straight down the middle!
With his mouth cracking open, he smiled and said: "After all, I'm just an amateur who hasn't even practiced swordsmanship for two years."
The person along with [Eclipse] fell straight down!
Hmm?! Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni frowned, at a certain moment, suddenly drawing his sword, sweeping horizontally behind him,
"Ding!" A clear sound of metal clashing resounded.....
A sword enveloped in black embers met with a sword burning fiercely with flames, bursting forth like fireworks, exploding in Spiritual Pressure and Nen!