The night sky after snow becomes extremely clean.
It's like you can see the depths of the night sky at a glance, with stars twinkling.
The moon hangs alone high in the sky, emitting faint light to the surroundings.
Kamado's house.
Outside the cabin.
"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!!"
There was a violent cough.
Kamado Tanjuro sat in the snow in front of the door, covering his mouth and coughing uncontrollably.
After calming down his breathing, he slowly released the hand covering his mouth.
Click... click...
Red blood flowed from between the fingers, infecting the white snow beneath him.
——After sitting in the snow for a long time, his weak body could no longer hold on.
"Ha ha…"
Kamado Tanjuro stared at his blood-stained hands. He took a few deep breaths, then raised his head in relief and smiled.
Standing up and looking around, there was no sound in the dark depths of the forest.
His family has evacuated safely and now he is the only one left here.
Already, there are no worries.
Tanjuro usually remains calm and thoughtful.
In the past, he had mastered the world and saw through all the laws of the world. It was a kind of indifference that returned to nature.
The same is true now.
It's just that in the world of Sekiro, after living for more than thirty years, Tanjuro may be more "transparent".
To be honest, Tanjuro felt a little tired after having too much "transparentness".
Click...
Tanjuro patted the snow on his body, with a smile on his face, and slowly took out the burning red and glowing wedge balls from the gradually extinguishing charcoal cellar.
The light from the red-hot blade even slightly illuminated the snow beside Tanjuro, making the white snow glow red.
Looking down at the red and shiny blade, Kamado Tanjuro nodded with satisfaction.
Subsequently.
Click!
He casually put the red-hot blade back into the scabbard.
——Don’t worry, compared to the various attacks I suffered in Sekiro World.
——Withstanding a little high temperature is nothing to the wedge pill and the scabbard.
He died so many times, but Cimamaru never died once.
"Huh..." After taking a deep breath.
Kamado Tanjuro looked back at the direction down the mountain, and he knew very well.
If he stayed this time, he would have only two consequences.
One, he lives.
Two, he dies.
He is more inclined to the second possibility, and in fact he thinks so himself.
As long as Oniwu Tsuji Muzan can see through his thoughts a little bit.
In just a few seconds, he may have been crushed to ashes.
In that case, Wuhan won't seek revenge from his family - after all, they are already separated.
"...I am the one who deserves to die."
Kamado Tanjuro turned around and faced his house, looking at the appearance of the house inch by inch.
It was as if he wanted to imprint this house in his mind.
He was talking to himself.
"I hope I can die a worthy death." Tanjuro shrugged his shoulders, his dark red eyes unwavering.
- Don't live again.
Click.
Kamado Tanjuro opened the door of his house, and when he crossed the threshold, he muttered in his heart:
Sorry, Kui Zhi.
Let me be selfish just this once.
After mentally preparing a desperate fight, Kamado Tanjuro will stop at nothing to intercept Muzan.
At the same time, he asked Aoi Eda to send a message to Hinataki Sakonji. Maybe someone could arrive after dawn to investigate Muzan's traces.
As for yourself, try to leave some valuable clues as much as possible.
He will face his death calmly.
The warning that kept flashing in his heart turned into a bright red word "danger" above his head.
Creak... creak...
Kamado Tanjuro came to his senses and slowly walked into the dark room.
With his back to the door, he slammed the wooden door hard with his backhand.
The moment before the door closed completely.
The word "danger" flashing rapidly above Kamado Tanjuro's head suddenly stopped flashing.
Instead, it appears there permanently.
Tanjuro's face was expressionless, his face hidden in the darkness.
Shadows covered his eyes.
——I will risk my life to kill you.
——Oniwu Tsuji Muzan.
Bang!
The wooden door was completely closed.
The world outside the door is silent.
In this dark night, everything is silent.
…
…
at the same time.
At the foot of the mountain.
"Huh huh huh~"
Muzan Kibutsuji was wearing a small black suit and slim-fitting white pants. He was humming with a happy expression. His sickly white skin was particularly harmonious with the snowy environment.
The plum-red pupils were darker under the shadow of the top hat, and his eyes kept scanning the footprints on the ground:
"…Humanity?"
His eyes followed the footprints and looked all the way to——
——At the foot of the mountain, there is a small house with the lights out.
A series of footprints that were supposed to go up the mountain suddenly turned a corner and went straight into the house.
Wu Mei's red, bloodshot pupils stared at the room for a while, then looked away and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.
Boring.
There were only two people in the house.
A rotten old man who smelled so hard to swallow was enough to make Wu Kuan pinch his nose and leave.
The smell of decay reminded him of death...
die.
Wuhan's pupils shrank slightly as he just took a step forward, the veins on his forehead slowly popped out, and finally his face became ferocious.
- Something disgusting.
However, the self that is about to become a perfect creature will never die.
Wuxian firmly believed.
His experiments along the way were also to see if it was possible to find an evolutionary path to immunity to sunlight from other newly born ghosts.
If so, just eat the ghost directly.
Until then.
You can walk openly and openly under the sun!
No longer do you have to hide and live in pain and distortion in the darkness, watching creatures weaker than yourself walking freely.
free!
Until then!
Even that hateful guy.
A rotten guy!
Turn into bones! There is nothing to be afraid of when you get up from the coffin!
That guy!
In Wu Mei's mind, the image of the red sword swordsman looking down at him hundreds of years ago emerged.
This is the only time in a thousand years that he looks so embarrassed!
When he thought of that guy's appearance and tone, Wuxian couldn't help but feel disgusted.
Extreme anger spurted out of his chest in an instant. He stood there with his pupils raised and trembling rapidly.
The sickly white skin turned red, and dense veins popped out on his neck.
Continue! country! edge! one!
Wu Kuan stood in the snow, his body trembling angrily.
Really hope to meet you after that!
Wuhan thought bitterly.
After he overcomes the sun, Yuanyi can't do any harm to him.
I can only be tortured to death by him!
I want to torture him over and over again!
Think of this.
Then he thought that it was not him who was about to die, but the poor guy who exuded the aura of decay.
Wuhan's mood suddenly became happy again.
The red pupils looked towards the top of the mountain again.
His eyes turned slightly behind him, in the direction of the house.
"Poor guy." He muttered to himself in a low voice, and gradually left the range at the foot of the mountain.
