Samurai Oni
THE NOBLE-SPIRITED BLACK SWORD

Something darted up to make Akio fall back into the lake, which turned out to be two swords.

When he fell into the lake, he vaguely saw something that should not exist in this world. Where Mikio's spirit appears.

“Kakak?” He could not make a sound, but somehow he could still breathe as usual. It was as if he was not drowning but was on ordinary land.

Fresh water cleared his mind a little. This time he was not hallucinating.

“Akio, it turns out you're still alive apparently.” The line from Mikio sounded very clear. Making Akio surprised, then rushed to find the source of the sound, but all he saw was the spirit in front of his eyes.

'Mikio? Lies. Why?' Shut up, asking Mikio's whereabouts is real or not.

He began to have difficulty breathing, as soon as he swam up with the two swords that were now in his grasp.

“Akio, how?” ask the old man who was in front of him.

“How is it?” He did not answer back to asking.

“Mr Akio must be confused because the two swords suddenly hit him,” Yasha said.

“Of course, confused. Anyone would be confused when the situation happened so suddenly know!” kizu Sahut.

“Mr Akio can do anything. I trust. And I believe that being dropped by a sword will not make you die,” Nekomata said.

“You even make it sound scary,” says Akashi.

Everything was here, they all knew that Akio had previously fallen into the lake with these two swords.

Then Akio asked as he came out of the lake, “This sword belongs to whom?”

“One of them is the sword Retsuji. And the other is a sword inhabited by many evil spirits, Akio.” Grandfather replied.

“Retsuji?”

Hearing him hardly made him believe. Sure enough, Kaeda forbids Akio to hold and even touch Retsuji for a while but now it is in his grasp. This is hard to believe.

And in just one look, Akio instantly knew which one was Retsuji. The sword emits an extremely powerful aura and is capable of purifying any yokai to those who touch it, not only does Retsuji's sword sheath also seem to have its own powers. It was as if the sword was alive.

While another sword, mentioned by grandfather that the sword is a rusty sword belonging to Akio long ago. The sword is now inhabited by many evil spirits but now Akio feels nothing. Besides seeing this gloved sword.

“Sooth?”

“Yes, maybe your father will be angry but I think this should be tried before you actually use it.”

Akio let out a long sigh, then shook his head repeatedly as a sign that his father would not be angry. Clearly going mad, while upon being asked, Akio was almost killed.

“Listen, the two swords you brought have followed you. What do you think?” Grandpa tried to test.

“What am I thinking? Maybe they're happy with me? But! Retsuji Sword is not a sword-like spirit sword Hatekayama but a sword that is fed with energy,” Akio denied.

“Yes, you're right. That's why I'm trying to test it here. Letting the sword move by itself,” Grandpa said.

“But this sword cannot have the will.”

“If so, then why was the sword sealed?”

“Ah.” Only Akio understood, Retsuji also had a will that was as if the sword lived like a human. But, the thing that Akio still did not understand was; why did the sword choose him?

“Ka—”

Not only Akio, even everyone who was there was just as shocked. They were silent with many questions in mind.

“Somehow I feel Mr. Akio is getting a little stronger.”

“It's true.”

“Of course. What a great, Samurai Oni.”

All of them are not so understanding but good at praising. Those words were already a support for Akio.

“You want to take it?” ask grandpa.

Akio does ask for it but once confronted by Retsuji, he hesitates even to touch it. Trying to confirm it back, he then threw his sword in any direction.

And then, the energy radiated out a little bit it changed the direction of the throw in the opposite direction. Turn towards where Akio was back.

“Wah, his sword really complies with Mr. Akio.” Akashi was amazed.

“See? I didn't do anything. The proof is that Retsuji stuck with you from the start. Well, maybe he responded because of the prophecy.”

“But I still can't believe it. This really is Retsuji?”

“Yes. It's original.”

Even for now Akio still did not dare to draw that sword.

“If this one how?” ask Akio.

“That's probably because they're so vengeful of you.” Grandpa's answer was more doubtful than usual. Suddenly Akio's feelings become unpleasant and strange.

On the other hand when Akio was cool with two swords inside. There was another sword, the black sword of Mikio, which was currently leaning against a large rock.

The sword trembled, and after a while the sword floated towards Yasha. Everyone was so surprised to find that. Including the grandfather.

“The sword Mikio I just put there suddenly responds towards you. Who exactly are you, yokai?” Grandfather asked in surprise.

Yasha looked at the sword and held it slowly. The sword that was wrapped neatly with a plain black holster was not patterned in the slightest it looked more radiant than usual.

“I saw a glimmer of light that was inside this sword. There's Mikio's soul here,” Yasha said.

It turned out that what he saw Akio was not an illusion. For a moment he thought so because his pride faced the days without eradicating a yokai. That was how he thought, but no longer after Yasha had seen the things he saw as well.

“Mikio wants me to use this sword? I'm flattered, but why choose me instead of Mr Akio?” Yasha wonders.

“Because he's still not capable enough to use it. After all, this can only be held by Yasha,” he replied in a whispering voice.

They all came back shocked when they heard the answer directly from the sword. Now the black sword has been entered by a lost soul, Mikio. The man who was considered as the elder brother by Akio.

“It's beautiful.”

“Jaga is fine with his sword,” said Akio.

“Good! I understand.”

There seemed to be a strange figure peering at them from behind the tree trunk. It doesn't look so translucent. His face was pale wearing all white clothes, then a piece of triangular cloth on his head was equally striking.

He silently looked at the three swords that attracted his attention. Inwardly he was eager to join them but knew that it was not his place, so he could only silently look at him from a distance.