Ursula, cutting through Claira’s giggles with a deliberately exaggerated cough, turned her gaze back to me with a question. “Lord, what do you plan to do today?” “Ah, so you’re continuing with that form of address—well, I’m going to meet with Azuma and the others to explain what I just mentioned.” Regardless of how much…
When I announced that I had defeated my father, the Sword Saint, and was to be presumed the next head of the Mitsurugi family, the reactions of the Nakayama brothers varied. Azuma nodded in admiration, Douga grimaced with a troubled expression, and Hakuro stared at me with thoughtful eyes. Kagari, who already knew the situation,…
Ayaka slowly approached Shikibu, stopping abruptly just before entering the range of her sword. Pulling her still-sheathed sword from her waist, Ayaka quietly sat down in seiza, placed the sword beside her, and deeply bowed her head towards Shikibu, who appeared to be asleep.” Then, the supposedly sleeping Shikibu’s lips moved slightly. “Is that you,…
That night, in the grand hall of the Mitsurugi residence, the Four Lords, the generals of the Eight Banners, and the top banner warriors gathered, deliberating on future actions amidst a tense atmosphere. The defeat of Shikibu Mitsurugi, the head of the Mitsurugi family and a Sword Saint, was a catastrophe equivalent to the world…
The position of the head of the Mitsurugi family is to be passed on to the one who defeats me. This phrase left by my father suddenly propelled me into the position of a candidate for the head of the Mitsurugi family. It’s an utterly troublesome situation—no, for someone like me, who has absolutely no…
The perfect response made the corners of my lips rise involuntarily. It was a masterful strike. The best I had ever executed. I was certain that even if I were to live for another hundred years, I would never feel a more satisfying impact than this. It was a peerless strike, one that I could…
“Father, now is the time I surpass you.” When his son, wielding a soul equipment blade broken in half, declared him so, the Sword Saint, Mitsurugi Shikibu, felt a shiver down his spine. It was a sign that the Sword Saint felt a clear threat, and at the same time, it was evidence of his…
As far as the eye could see, stretched a desolate expanse of rock and soil. In the midst of this, stood a single towering oak tree, majestic and proud. And nestled protectively beneath the oak, like a small mountain, crouched a massive beast. Wrapped in scales as black as the night, the creature was a…
The sword that slays dragons, a feat as daunting as the creatures themselves. Witnessing the technique imbued with such force, I was captivated by the beauty of the swordsmanship, an artistry that stole my gaze. It bore no flames or thunder as the secrets of the Eight Trigrams, nor did it manifest mythical beasts like…
Without a word, the Sword Saint’s blade drew an arc in the air, launching an attack. It marked the beginning of a storm-like dance of slashes. Slash, slash, parry, thrust, slash, thrust, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash. Facing the relentless storm of sword strikes, I was forced to continuously retreat, unable to counterattack. Each time…