
Oni has disappeared, he will not return in any form but it seems that his spirit will be sucked by Onryou so as to make the sword stronger but also dangerous. It will be harder to control, just as the evil sword should not have been born.
At the beginning, Akio only wanted Retsuji who had the highest spiritual power as a result of the predecessor power from the beginning of the generation to the present. However, Father—Yamamoto Kaeda forbade him on the grounds that Akio was not worthy of the title of a hero so the sword will be stored without ever being touched.
However, masked grandfather Tengu—Naruhaya actually took the sword without his permission. At the same time, he forged Akio's old, rusty sword. The sword is not strong enough, it can be called still half so it still contains the power of evil spirits from darkness. For the grandfather, the sword was used to bet on whether it could be controlled by Akio.
As per the expression of belief, Akio can control Onryou the vengeful spirits. Those who still had grudges could only submit to Akio's power.
While Onryou has become his sword, there is also Retsuji who follows his back.
“Retsuji didn't bring out his strength properly, I didn't even hold it in at all. Is it because of this barrier?” think Akio.
He raised his head, looking at the ceiling that was still pitch-black.
“Then, Onryou actually had a strong effect and devoured the big Oni? It's the same as adding my enemies inside my own body,” Akio added. He was confused by the two swords.
Then he thought again, “Maybe it true if this is because of a barrier or illusion created. But if true, then it means this illusion was created by Yokai?”
That was all he could think of. Yes, Onryou is stronger and Retsuji is weakened, only that can be the answer if he thinks about the world of illusions.
“True. That evil sword got stronger when it was here.” The woman in bridal attire had returned, she pointed at Onryou with her index finger.
“But, that power was held back because of his sword sheath isn't it?” continued.
“It's true. But why?” Without turning around, he only turned his head for some time. He then walked over to Hima and her sons.
A moment before arriving, the woman said something that made Akio stop moving.
“I'll make them forget it. Just relax.” He said as he held Akio from behind, both of his hands moving as if catching it seemed to make Akio uncomfortable.
“What are you talking about?”
“Then you ..” I don't know what he said that made Akio stunned. Behind his Oni mask, Akio looks panicked. But has not had time to do something, its existence has disappeared along with dozens of butterflies.
Shortly after, the world of illusion disappeared. The dark sky has returned to a bright sky. They all went back to the same room.
“What really happened?”
The samurai as well. They were confused about this strange situation. Slowly, their memory of the illusionary world and the Oni Samurai faded away.
“Eh? What are we doing ...here? Wait.”
Mizunashi, Uchigoro and Kazuki, they all exchanged looks with many questions in each other's minds.
“Mizunashi, how about Madam?”
“It's okay. I'm doing fine. My sons are also here.”
Even the pain they had experienced also disappeared. Then what goal is to make the samurai in any room.
“Well, looks like we forgot something? Or maybe we're dreaming together?”
“By the way have you found his yokai?” ask Mrs Hima.
“Hopefully you can do something about it. I wish big on you guys.”
“Yes, Lady Hima! We will solve it soon, as well as this damage,” Kazuki said.
“Then we all withdraw from here,” said Uchigoro, along with all those who saluted and bowed their heads.
Higo and Haru, both of them have forgotten the big problem of Oni being in the form of a red baby. It makes no difference, like rewriting a rewrite by prying some facts there.
“Yes, geez. Why do you have to do something like this?” Four-eyed men feel tired because they always do things that are considered troublesome. As usual, he was on one of the roofs of the houses.
Then Akashi, Kizu, and Nekomata, the three of Akio's followers who are not influenced by the power of a creature, have realized the loss of Akio's existence.
“Mr Akio!?”
Kizu, who was close to the castle, while waiting for the samurai to scatter out, tried to find Akio's whereabouts through his kiss.
However, not immediately finding it as if from the beginning Akio was not there, making Kizu take a quick step by approaching one of the founding clans, Kazuki.
“Master! What happened inside the castle?”
“Inside? Only the yokai escaped after blowing up part of the wall. By the way who are you?”
“Eh?” Kizu was stunned to hear Kazuki did not recognize her at all. He then rushed into the castle thinking that he had not mistakenly seen Akio before.
“I'm sure Mr Akio is here!” exclaim Kizu loudly.
“Hey you! Who are you! Intruders! Anyone, kick him out!” screamed at the few maidservants who were scattering towards him.
Kizu did not catch the smell of Akio anywhere including in the room that Akio should have been there before. He ran back, leaving the servants. He wants to meet his friends.
“Anybody! Yash! Akash! Neko! Where are you guys!?” he shouted while saying their names one by one, he continued to run and continue to look for their whereabouts to tell it.
Then, Akashi and Nekomata who both did not feel the existence of Akio anymore, they began to hear Kizu's screams. Indirectly, the two directly chased after Kizu's voice.
“Oi, fox!” call Akashi.
“What? Akashi turned out to be here too?”
The three of them had finally met on three different paths.
“Akashi, listen to me! Lord Akio! Mr Akio has disappeared! Do you know where it is?!”
“I met him this afternoon, but he pushed me away, and that's when I lost him!” answer Akashi.
“I too. Before I met him, he told me not to interfere. But if it suddenly disappears, doesn't this mean —!”
Suddenly, they all came up with one thing. At once they said what was in their minds, “Yokai women.”
“Yokai who wears the all-white shirt?”
“Yes. Yokai who wears a wedding dress. His face is completely invisible, but I feel that he is a formidable foe,” Nekomata chirped.