NIRVANA The Legend Of Samurai
CHAPTER 11 - I'm Not a Killer

When a pair of people came face to face, both of them emitted the same aura of darkness in order to bring out the power stored in their bodies.

Akina pushed one arm into the air threshold, which triggered the release of steel chains from within her palm. As one arm stretched out in front of the chest, Akina's black chain gave off a purple aura that combined with a high-voltage stream of electricity.

Nirvana who are unaware of an impromptu attack must receive a strong blow to the chest. The young man was automatically dragged backwards for a few steps before he pulled the flat blade of the katana from its sheath.

Although the blow did not injure his body covered in samurai ornaments, but the electricity radiated on the steel chain had stopped his blood flow. Nirvana growled after aligning the flat blade of the katana on the right temple of her eyes.

"Fuckin' woman! You deliberately took advantage of the situation when I was careless to thwart your giant attack."

"Hmmm! Samurai Knights, huh? You even look weak as the true heir of Imperial Mashurame," Akina's gaze was diverted to a young man in a steel ornament who had been glaring at Nirwana. "Mahkoto! you understand!!"

The sound of an order that can disturb a pair of ears triggers the arrival of the sound of footsteps from a man who had been waiting. Mahkoto looked fierce as he ran with all the strength resting on his two legs. While Nirvana waiting can only align the flat blade katana on the right temple of his eye.

"You're just a weak knight who was supposed to be sent to the afterlife!" geram Mahkoto drew the sword from its sheath.

"the words mean nothing! I'll show you the real cruelty!!" sahut Nirwana with his voice.

A faint white color, the froth produced by the slow pounding of the waves in the ocean sweeping the shoreline. Nirwana looked up slightly, observing the glittering starlight covered in a cloudy expanse.

With the pointed tip facing straight ahead, and the flat blade of the katana still aligned on the right temple of his eyes, Nirvana appears to squint from behind his demonic mask.

Mahkoto fiercely held up the flat blade of his sword up in the air as he spurred his footsteps amid the softness of the white sand.

The swing of the sword that split the air almost hit the armour on the shoulder that is still worn by Nirvana. Deftly the young man immediately tilted the body so that Mahkoto's slash missed at that time.

Nirvana stepped back a number in order to rotate his body. The katana's sharp blade swung fiercely at the air threshold and nearly split Mahkoto's stomach in two.

"Crack your kidneys! Huahaha!!" A hoarse tone begins the sentence Nirvana which is ended by an echoing laughter of horror.

A black shadow accompanied the katana from behind the expanse of air, swinging quickly until it almost slashed the stomach of Mahkoto.

Mahkoto was shocked. "What?!"

Mahkoto immediately took the initiative to repel Nirvana's attack with his sword. A pair of armored weapons rubbed against each other in the middle of the air threshold to cause small sparks between them.

Mahkoto was forced to take a few steps back, while the atmosphere of silence was again created when they looked at each other.

The figure of the girl in a black kimono squinted her eyes while folding her hands in front of her chest. As her gaze increasingly stared at the fight, the purple aura on Akina's body encompassed a row of steel chains still floating around her.

Mahkoto clucked as a pair of eyes increasingly glued to look at Nirvana who was still standing upright in front of him. "I honestly feel jealous of you who can take Imperial Katana Mashurame out of its scabbard, and can make a change of form as a Samurai Demon figure like Lord Yamada. But as a loyal follower of Kisamoto Yamada, it is my abstinence to let you inherit his weapon!"

Akina's chin was slightly raised. His two eyes looked cynically at Nirvana. "That's right. And as one of the Imperial Arms weapon users, I was quite disappointed by the existence of that weapon which was now in the Netherland, and not Inazuma."

With all the anger fluttering in his chest, Nirvana suddenly raised her index finger with great annoyance in her heart.

"If indeed you are a loyal follower of Kisamoto Yamada, surely you know the reason why the weapon is on the Nethderland continent, and not on the island of Inazuma!" Nirwana's forefinger leads to Mahkoto and Akina still standing in front of him. "Unless you are a bunch of con men who always want the Imperial Katana for personal gain!"

"That's right! What do you know about us, huh?!" sahut Mahkoto with his voice.

"Aah?!" Nirvana stuttered stiffly. Both his eyes were wide at that time.

"As subordinates who always accompanied him on the battlefield, of course we felt devastated by it," Akina turned her face to Mahkoto who was staring at him. The man nodded slowly at Akina, until one day the girl turned her point of view to Nirvana.

"That is why we are willing to defect to the country and take a small part of the loyal soldiers. For months, Mahkoto and I searched for the existence of Imperial Katana Mashurame, which became a conjecture of its existence. Until one day we found out that there is a young man who can change his form into a samurai knight, and kill a dragon in a village" Akina continued.

"And you have found the man" replied Nirvana in a flat tone.

Akina slowly stepped up to the softness of the white sand grains, while her right arm was bent in front of her chest with the back of her hand supporting her chin. The girl walked around the figure of the young man who still looked gallant while wearing the samurai ornament in red. But Nirvana was increasingly fixated on looking straight ahead, without caring about the sound of footsteps surrounding his body.

Sensual red lips drew closer to the hearing senses of the young man. "You have only two options, Nirvana. Between handing over Imperial Mashurame and meeting your powerful girl in the village, or I'll destroy you right now."

"I won't be afraid of all your threats, Akina!" Nirwana.

"You can enjoy your good time with Tiara, or watch her die headless. Make your choice," Akina snorted with laughter.

Nirvana's gaze turned blank after the voice sounded teasing to a pair of ears. Although his mouth was open, it was as if his voice was stuck in the throat. Akina let out a laugh after turning around and left Nirvana. While the young man was still sculpting under the dim moonlight, observing the steps of the figure of the girl who was now leaving him.

"I will hand over Imperial Mashurame if your friend can hurt me in just one slash," Nirwana could only bow her head after her fingers managed to insert the sharp blade of katana into the sheath. "But expect no more, if he cannot do what I have hoped."

"I agree," Akina then directed her gaze at Mahkoto, the man nodded slowly and seemed to understand what he should do.

Nirvana can only remain silent after finding Mahkoto who began to spur footsteps on the surface of the white sand.

Nirwana's fingers were still seen tightly grasping the middle of the katana sheath, while her mother gave a slight push until the flat steel slats reflected the dim light of the full moon.

Highlight Nirwana's eyes stared straight ahead, as Mahkoto nearly shook his sword sharpness at him. Deftly the young man swiftly pulled the katana flat blade accompanied by a powerful swing splitting the air.

A red viscous liquid smears a portion of the flat blade of the katana that is able to separate the metal of the armor from the body of a man. With a wound to his stomach still covered in blood, Mahkoto accidentally dropped his sword before Nirvana.

With the appearance of an incision wound in the abdomen that was still open covered in blood, Mahkoto seemed unable to support his body longer. In the end, he slumped with blood and began to breathe his last breath.

******* Nirvana's breath is increasingly heard to disturb a pair of ears when a pair of eyes look at the body of a man in front of him. A silent atmosphere surrounded the surrounding area, mingling with the rancid smell of blood spreading out in all directions.

"I killed him ..." Nirwana stared blankly at his pair of palms in front of his chest. His two arms began to tremble infinitely, followed by a great tremor on his shoulders. "What I have actually done .. I have killed him ... I'm a murderer! It's impossible!!"

"My poor little shepherd .. You just have to get used to dealing with the bitterness of life, and not regret what you've done," Akina's plump fingers tried to cover her red lips as she snorted laughter.

"But I'm not a killer!!" Nirwana cried with his voice.

"If you're not a murderer, then what about all those bodies?" Akina pointed her index finger at a group of human bodies lying covered in blood. "What makes your eyes so blind that they can take so many lives, hmm?"

The silent fasting was again created when the sound disturbed a pair of ears. Nirvana who had just stared blankly at the tragic sight before his eyes, as if making it difficult for him to continue to step. The man now bent his knees with regret in the depths of his heart, raising a pair of hands just to grip the hair on the sides of the head. He fell down with a bit of a slug at that time.

"Please stop all this! I'm not a murderer!!"