The night was as dark as ink, with the bright moonlight spilling over the battlefield, illuminating the glints of cold light that burst forth when blades clashed. The air was thick with the smell of blood and iron, while heavy breathing and the clashing of metal intertwined to compose a symphony of death.
Amatsuki Hidehiro's long sword sliced through the night sky, its sharp whistling sound aimed straight for Hyougoro's throat. The head of the Amatsuki family had eyes as sharp as an eagle's, his blade gleaming with a soul-shaking cold light under the moonlight.
Hyougoro steadily retreated half a step, his long sword precisely blocking the attack. The two blades collided, producing a blinding shower of sparks that illuminated both men's grave expressions.
"It's been years, but your swordsmanship has improved quite a bit," Hyougoro said in a deep voice, his tone carrying both appreciation and wariness. With a twist of his wrist, he skillfully deflected the opponent's fierce assault. As a yakuza boss, Hyougoro possessed extensive combat experience. His gaze burned intensely as he closely watched Amatsuki Hidehiro's every subtle movement, searching for an opening.
Amatsuki Hidehiro sneered, his blade tracing an elegant arc in the moonlight: "For the Amatsuki family, I train every single day." Before his words faded, he suddenly changed his technique, the blade striking as cunningly as a venomous snake toward Hyougoro's ribs, the move both vicious and precise.
Not far away, Denjiro was locked in combat with three members of the Oniwabanshu. His crimson pupils glowed with an eerie light in the darkness, both hands gripping his sword as he wielded deadly arcs. Denjiro's sword style was bizarre and unpredictable—sometimes like a raging storm, other times like a lurking viper—making it impossible to defend against.
At that moment, a flash of cold light passed by. Amatsuki Hidetada, caught off guard, had blood gushing from his neck, staining the ground beneath his feet. The eldest son of the Amatsuki family didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed in a pool of blood.
"Brother! Denjiro, you bastard!" Amatsuki Hideaki's eyes nearly burst with rage, his furious roar echoing across the entire battlefield, filled with endless grief and anger. The hand gripping his sword bulged with veins from excessive force, his eyes burning with flames of vengeance.
"Denjiro, do you even know what you're doing?!" Shimotsuki Tomoya demanded sharply, his sword trembling slightly, revealing his inner shock and fury. As the head of the Shimotsuki family, he had never imagined Denjiro would betray them.
Denjiro licked the blood from the tip of his blade with a sickening gesture, grinning savagely: "Of course, I'm getting rid of you traitorous trash." His smile appeared particularly ferocious under the moonlight, his eyes gleaming with madness.
Amatsuki Hidehiro, who was still engaged with Hyougoro, turned at the sound and saw his eldest son lying in a pool of blood. He immediately let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Hidetada!" The typically composed family head had completely lost his rationality, his eyes now filled only with sorrow and rage.
Fortunately, Hyougoro adhered to the Way of the Warrior and did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Instead, he stood in place, his brow furrowed, seemingly also shocked by the sudden turn of events.
Yet at that moment, Fukurokuju's blade flashed, instantly slicing a gruesome wound across Amatsuki Hidehiro's abdomen. Blood gushed from the injury, staining his robes crimson. Had he not retreated swiftly, he would have been cleaved in two. The leader of the Oniwabanshu struck with ruthless precision, allowing his opponent no chance to catch their breath.
"Fukurokuju, what is the meaning of this?" Hyougoro demanded sharply, his voice laced with confusion and fury. As a underworld boss, he understood the cowardice of ambushes, and could not comprehend why such a move was made under these circumstances.
"Eliminating traitors to restore peace to Wano Country," Fukurokuju replied expressionlessly, his eyes cold as frost. His tone carried no emotion, as if merely stating a simple fact.
Hearing this, Hyougoro could press no further, only tightening his grip on his sword while vigilantly observing the battle's developments.
"Hideaki! Denjiro is the traitor! Avenge your elder brother!" Amatsuki Hidehiro endured the excruciating pain as he turned to charge at Fukurokuju. Though his movements were slightly slowed by the injury, the fury in his eyes burned brighter than ever. The clan head now completely disregarded his own safety, consumed by the desire to avenge his son.
"Give me back my brother's life!" Amatsuki Hideaki's eyes burned crimson as he swung his blade directly at Denjiro. His swordplay was fierce and frenzied, each strike carrying lethal determination. The young Samurai had completely lost his reason to hatred, his techniques wild and unguarded.
"Hehe, your brother's blood tasted quite fine. I wonder how yours will fare," Denjiro taunted Amatsuki Hideaki while bringing his longsword down upon him. His voice screeched like a night owl across the battlefield, filled with provocation and madness.
The moaning night wind seemed to mourn this brutal conflict. The relentless clashing of blades sent sparks flying conspicuously through the darkness. Blood shimmered with an eerie glow under the moonlight, dyeing the earth in dark crimson. Fallen Samurai littered the battlefield—some already lifeless, others groaning in agony.
Different fires burned in every combatant's eyes—hatred, loyalty, conviction—colliding violently upon this field of life and death.
Amatsuki Hidehiro's wound continued to seep blood, yet he gritted his teeth and persisted, his longsword whirling like the wind as he swore to cut down Fukurokuju. The clan head had cast aside all concern for his own life, single-mindedly pursuing vengeance for his son.
Meanwhile, Amatsuki Hideaki and Denjiro clashed intensely, their interweaving blades scattering sparks with each exchange. Their duel had reached its fever pitch, every move aimed at vital points. Though Amatsuki Hideaki's sword techniques were fierce, they lacked discipline, while Denjiro appeared effortlessly composed, occasionally still managing to voice his taunts.
"Traitor, die!" Amatsuki Hideaki roared, his blade strikes growing increasingly savage, each blow fueled by his resolve to avenge his brother.
His eyes saw only Denjiro, completely ignoring the other enemies surrounding them.
Denjiro responded with a sinister chuckle, his crimson pupils flashing with madness: "Fools, your defeat is inevitable!" His screeching voice echoed across the battlefield like a night owl's cry.
Hyougoro stood his ground, brow furrowed in internal conflict. He had never wished to partake in this slaughter, yet matters had escalated beyond recourse. Now, he could only resolve to eliminate these individuals, preventing Wano Country from descending further into the flames of war.
Thinking this, Hyougoro directly confronted Shimotsuki Tomoya with his sword drawn. As a yakuza boss, he understood that sometimes difficult choices had to be made.
Unlike Amatsuki Hidehiro, Shimotsuki Tomoya hadn't experienced real combat for a long time. Although his physical abilities were decent compared to ordinary people, he couldn't withstand the experienced Hyougoro for more than a few moves. This pampered Daimyo had clearly underestimated the yakuza boss's strength.
"Bastard, Hyougoro, huff, you... you..." Shimotsuki Tomoya used all his strength to slash Hyougoro away, then panted heavily, saying: "A mere yakuza boss dares to attack his superior." His voice was filled with anger and resentment, clearly unable to accept being suppressed by a yakuza boss.
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