Samurai Oni
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That day, the beginning of everything. The disaster has turned into reality. Divination is no longer divination, and the samurai sacrifice their lives to finish off the cursed yokai.

Mizunashi, Uchigoro, Yamamoto, Sakanoue, Kazuki, Satsuki, Takashi, Honjou, Ramuro and several other small clans fought desperately. They fought hard against the cursed yokai until they knew no time. To protect the people of the country, to protect the country and family or yourself.

They are all willing to shed blood only for the peace that has long been sought. Countless have died, but the struggle will not end until thousands reach billions of yokai perish.

“Push them! Finish!”

“Don't get close to the populated area!”

“Press them all!!”

Those yokai were nothing as high as the level some yokai had ever appeared to. They are all only low level, it should be easy to beat but their numbers are too many because they continue to gather in one place, Kuran.

“Is this really hell?”

“Do not speak sadistically so. We must live to keep everyone safe. All who can't fight!”

The samurai of the founding clan, on average, were already exhausted from fighting the so-called Hell Warriors. Even badly wounded they ignored in order to defend the existing fortress. The shield was further narrowed due to the fatigue on Kaeda who did just that.

Until the long night has come.

“You don't want me to be ready to fight,” Kaeda said.

“Why? Please don't, Mr. Kaeda. We need your help to protect us all.”

“I know that too. But my power for this remains limited. And the other clans have fallen victim. All that's left is me.”

“Isn't your spiritual strength just enough to make a protector?”

“That's a little true. Since I still have a lot of stamina, then a bit of spiritual power will be able to finish off a lot of them.”

“Cannot.”

Throughout time, second by second, countless times were progressively running slowly. Disaster never ends, none of them are exhausted to cause their minds to be confused.

But they all still struggle.

Samurai Oni—Akio Included. He nearly eradicated the cursed yokai by about a hundred in a single slash Retsuji and hundreds in a single slash Onryou. The impact of the attack was quite large, should Akio muster it at one time. Not only draining his energy but also the power he has. Not to mention the wounds that kept piling up. He who was in the middle of the battlefield was also drenched in blood from friends and ashes from the cursed yokai.

Day 2, with the sky still darkening. In the place of one of the empty houses, Akio kept silent with a heavy breath. Both of his hands were covered in black blood but still in a state of grasping the sword.

“Good morning. Have you had breakfast today?”

Someone came up with a white dress, which slowly turned a bright red color. His black hair extended to the rear, this Geisha-looking woman wore a hideous mask like an oni.

“You who?”

“Sorry, disrupt. Hearing you ask, is it possible that your nerves started to break down because of Onryou?”

“I asked who are you?”

“Sorry, I can't tell you who I really am. Because you'll remember it soon. Maybe.”

He flicked the paper fan, put it forward and then said once again, “You could say I'm Geisha.”

“Hell Warriors have arrived, right?”

After saying this, the woman's yokai disappeared. There were no signs of its existence as if from the beginning it did not exist.

“Akio, haven't you slept?!” Grandpa had just returned after taking water from the lake. His tone was high, he was screaming.

“Grandfather, I have a question. If the Warrior of Hell had existed from the beginning, since I was born. So what comes today is only the beginning of disaster?”

“Can be said so. Because from the very beginning the Warrior of Hell is near you. Then one of them is the foundation between humans and yokai,” he said.

Unnoticed by both of them. That woman is still around. He shrewdly hid his whereabouts, and was now eavesdropping on the conversation.

“I hate him so much. And now it's time. When the 4th night, all will be according to the warning that you have revealed,” said the Geisha while holding a mask, then she smiled faintly looking at Akio with a look of resentment full of resentment.

Then his last word when turning around before leaving, “Pity once, you.” He always said it as if he was really sorry.

Day 3, dawn should welcome their fight. But as expected from warnings and predictions, the sky will remain dark as disasters continue to arrive.

This time, the yokai has four legs than the previous one in the form of a snake or jellies. Damned Yokai-yokai like them are always popping up, and there are already many victims who fall with corpses that are not intact. Surely one or even all the body parts of the samurai who fought were eaten alive.

Blood has spread in every house as well as on the surface of white sand. There is no rest even for a little.

“For those who can't fight, quickly take cover and meet Mr Kaeda!”

Tired, wounded, not strong, that was all they felt. Other than wanting to struggle, even if it was only a word in the end. They fled for fear that it was common.

“Don't underestimate me! I won't rest a bit!” Even Akio's eye circles have started to appear, a sign of fatigue.

“Stop, Akio! Look at your hands! I'll treat you, so at least get some sleep!”

“No!”

Both of Akio's hands that looked as if they had fused with both swords, the appearance of both swords especially Onryou was getting wild as a result of Akio overusing them.

Honestly speaking, the tengu grandfather did not expect that Akio could last for these three days while using Onryou. Little by little the effects began to show. Starting from both hands to parts of his body, black spots appeared that wriggled as if alive.

“If you force yourself again. Then you'll die.”

“No need! They are still many and their lives all continue to drift. Why should I stop?”

“Because it's at least sheathe that black sword.”

“I can still hold it.” The words that Akio expressed reversed the facts. In fact, he could not last much longer until forced to sleep by his grandfather.

BRUK!

Akio's body collapsed to the ground, then the tengu grandfather quickly sheathed back the swords of Onryou and Retsuji.

“In a moment, the sky will be back bright.”

Then he sat down next to Akio and said, “But your destiny is not over until then, Akio,”.