A foreigner's journey

"Are all those knife-wielders here?"

In the fifth dojo, General Jiaming's voice sounded, impatient and dissatisfied. He is the general who rules the world! Sitting in this small, extremely simple dojo was already a humiliation, and having been delayed for so long in vain, my dissatisfaction with those knife-wielding people became even greater.

The noble general has made up his mind to show off to these rebellious people after the sword showdown in front of God!

A loyal guard knelt on the ground and replied in a deep voice: "Reporting to the general, except for the [Poison Sword] and [Cheng Sword] who are still missing, the other sword holders have arrived at the Sword Guard Temple and are now gathered outside the arena. Waiting for the game to start.”

"...No more waiting. The [best time] will pass if you wait any longer. This general will go to the scene in person!"

The square in the center of Gokenji Temple was already very wide, and it became even more majestic after the second expansion and renovation by the shogunate.

People with swords stood on the side of the martial arts arena, waiting for the start of the competition with different postures.

The black-haired girl Qiguchi, who was wearing dojo clothes and had a mixture of heroic spirit and beauty on her face, stood in the shade holding a wooden sword in shame. Holds - [King Sword·Saw].

The silver-haired and thin young man, Dong Kong Laibing, was eating on the sidelines with a plate of rice balls piled high in his arms. Holds - [Double Swords·Hammer].

The burly man, wearing full-cover ferocious armor with no gaps exposed, folded his arms and remained motionless. Holds - [Thief's Knife·Armor].

Qiang Baibing held a paper umbrella with one hand and stood on the sidelines quietly looking around at everyone. Holds - [Thin Knife and Needle].

The monk Guisu Buqi, who has a well-proportioned figure and a tiger-striped beard on his face, stands in the shadows with his eyes closed and meditating. Holds - [Cut Sword·Blunt].

Tsuruga Camouflage sat on the lounge and drank to himself. Holds——【Thousand Swords·铩】.

The huge monstrosity in the cloak stood in the sun without any protection, without saying a word. Holds - [Micro Knife·Chai].

Yan Qishi was hiding under the awning, enjoying herself with a glass of water in her hand. Holds - [Evil Sword·鐚].

Ren Qihua and Jiu'er stood under the awning at the other end, looking at Ren Qishi in the distance with complicated expressions. Holds - [Jue Dao·Zhen].

"Sister...really sister!?" Qihua hesitated before speaking. This was the first time Jiu'er saw Qihua so shaken.

Thinking about it, with the strength of Nanika and Nanami, I am afraid that there will be a tragic brother-sister fight in the end, which will make Nanhua feel sad and distressed.

Not only Qihua, even Jiu'er was shocked when he heard the information that Rong Qishi was causing trouble in the Mountain of the Dead for the first time. She knew that Nanami was the strongest in Japan twenty years ago, but she didn't expect that Nanami, who is now as fragile as porcelain due to illness, is still incredibly powerful.

[I have never been able to defeat my sister even once. 】This is Qihua’s original words.

Such a powerful Qi Shi will probably become even more powerful after getting the evil sword. And Heather...did you really lose to Qi Shi and disappear? This isn't like you!

And Xin Qishi looked at Xin Qihua with his big, indifferent eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing an evil smile that was difficult to conceal.

Qihua, my brother... Before I follow Heather and leave this world, Heather and I will give you an unforgettable [teaching lesson].

Further away, outside the rope defense line erected by the sword-protecting monks, there was a dense crowd of people. They were all "spectators" who came here from all over Japan. On the one hand, they wanted to see the ancient and modern things. Kami-mae Swordsmanship Duel], on the other hand, it was to see Susano'o, one of the three glorious gods, with his own eyes.

There was a commotion in the distance, and a large number of shogunate soldiers, fully armed, escorted a short, fat old man with oil paint on his face as he walked out of the fifth dojo.

"Who is that fat old man? The scene is quite grand..." Someone in the audience whispered angrily, but was immediately covered by the person next to him with a look of astonishment on his face:

"Hush! Are you crazy? That is General Jiaming!"

I saw the short, fat old man groaning and panting as he climbed up to the luxurious stand specially set up for the general. As soon as he sat firmly, four curtains fell from the top canopy, covering his figure, followed by four people holding various weapons. The warriors with weapons stood at four points in the stands, ready.

Behind the shogun's stand is the exclusive stand for the shogunate nobles and senior officials, which will be the VIP auditorium in later generations. These nobles and senior officials, who are either fat or old, are waving their fans, looking carefree and ready to watch a show.

Tsuruga Camouflage's hand holding the wine cup hesitated slightly. In this stand alone, she could find at least four beasts who had abused and abandoned the Black Miko. But she couldn't do it, not because she couldn't fight against the general's troops with her personal force, nor because she was timid, but because she was afraid that her reckless actions would ruin the swordsmanship duel in front of the gods.

Never let the god you love have any displeasure. This is the common vision of Tsuruga Camouflage and the thousands of black miko.

The blond Negative Ji stood far away in the corner and slowly shook an ornate fan decorated with paper flowers. When she looked at Jiu'er, her tone became brisk: "Humph... That lingering woman is still so alive and kicking. It's really annoying." A disgusting guy...Zaemon-emon?"

"My subordinate is here." A calm voice came from behind her.

"let's start."

"yes."

A figure walked out from behind Ji Ji. This was a tall man with short red hair tied into a short braid. His nose was covered by a hard-shell mask with the word "Unbearable" written on it, and all he could see was Jaw and mouth. He wears katana swords of different sizes on his waist and wears a straight black suit and dress, with a cold temperament.

Left and right, Denemon Zaemon, holds——【Flame Sword·Guns】!

He jumped a few times and appeared in front of the general stand, half-kneeling on the ground and whispered: "Your Excellency, the time has come."

"Very well, let's begin!"

Following the general's order, four braziers were lit on the highest, most luxurious, and most solemn platform in front of the martial arts arena. The braziers were filled with precious spices. Hundreds of monks knelt in front of the platform with their bodies hunched over and their hands clasped together. With his forehead pressed against his forehead, his eyes closed tightly and sweating profusely, he recited in unison a hymn in praise of Susanoo.

There was no other sound around except the sound of monks chanting hymns. The audience knelt on the ground one after another, with their foreheads on the ground and dared not make a sound. The sword-guarding monks could not kneel on the ground due to their duties, but they also knelt on the ground with one hand raised in front of them and recited the hymn silently.

This was a ceremony Tsuruga Camouflage told the shogunate. They had no doubts about him and naturally tried their best to do their best.

It was close to noon, when the sun was shining brightly and the temperature was hot, but as the chants echoed above the Hujian Temple, a strong wind began to blow.

Boundless dark clouds gathered from the sky, covering the entire sky above Tosa at an extremely fast speed. An extremely huge vortex of dark clouds is located directly above the Sword Guard Temple, slowly rotating. The strong wind made the banners on the martial arts field rustle.

Tsuruga Camouflage walked up to the high platform dedicated to Susano'o's descent, stood upright, held the [Thousand Swordsman] in both hands, raised it to the sky, and said loudly:

"Welcome to the God!"

Bang! The flames in the four braziers suddenly rose high, and those who dared looked up to the sky were immediately frightened and dumbfounded and dared not move.

A ray of lightning fell from the sky, reflecting an extremely huge divine figure deep in the clouds, holding a sword with one arm!

Susanoo!

The crowd below had never seen such a miracle. General Jia Ming was so frightened that he quickly prostrated in the general stand, and the senior officials and nobles of the shogunate and the escort troops around him had already been frightened to the ground.

Even the knife-wielding men were half-kneeling on the ground. Even though there were rebellious people inside, their rebelliousness was only directed at mortals. No one could stand calmly in the face of [God].

Except for the black miko and Rinami.

The black witches quietly gathered around the altar, holding thousands of swords in their hands and raising them to the sky, their faces full of reverence.

Just when the solemn and solemn atmosphere was about to reach its climax, a discordant sound suddenly came from the direction of the mountain road in the distance——

"Oh my, it's such a big battle. I'm not late, am I?"

Sounds familiar! Jiu'er, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly looked up in the direction of the sound, and saw Heather, who was wearing a dark blue cloak, still looking like a carefree and carefree prodigal, stroking the stubble on her chin with a smile.

Denying Ji saw Jiu'er's expression, then looked at Heather, and immediately understood - was it the [Sekiro] Heather? What a strange man. Although not annoying, the way he appeared in this situation was already the worst possible situation.

General Jiaming was in a state of anger and fear at the same time: "How dare you, how dare you be so rude in front of God!? Take it down! Let me take down this madman quickly!"

Several sword-wielding guards immediately rushed out and slashed at Heather with their swords.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Heather had no intention of taking action at all, and still walked slowly towards the altar with a smile. The guards who were wielding knives at him moved their bodies and heads and fell to the ground one after another.

Several black witches appeared beside Heather at some unknown time, and they killed the guards with their swords.

"Tsuruga camouflage!? What are your black mikos doing? Everyone, kill this tramp immediately! Immediately!" General Iamiru's roar sounded. What on earth are these damn lowly women thinking? How dare you kill my general's bodyguard?

Bad, things get troublesome. Jiu'er frowned and his mind was racing, trying to find a way to save Heather's life. To anger the general and anger the gods at such a critical moment, Heather, are you crazy? And why would those black witches help him? Is it another poor girl who was confused by this guy's face?

More guards and soldiers roared towards Heather, but were killed by the black witches before they even got close.

It wasn't until she reached the altar that Heather stopped. While looking at the altar, she rubbed her chin and exclaimed: "It's amazing, it's actually made of gold...what was your idea?"

Tsuruga Camouflage half-knelt on the ground, his head hanging down, his voice no longer as indifferent as when he treated others, now full of enthusiasm and longing: "I really can't imagine anything else that can set off your divine appearance. The ceremony is too simple. , please lower the punishment."

well? Jiu'er, who had just gotten up, was stunned, what? What does Tsuruga camouflage mean?

Not only Jiu'er, but everyone present including General Iamaki, Negiji and the knife-wielding man were so shocked that they could hardly breathe. Could it be that Tsuruga Camouflage's words meant——

"How could I punish my black miko? Get up."

Heather laughed, threw the dark blue cloak to Tsuruga Camouflage, and then walked up to the altar step by step.

Every time he takes a step, a thunder will explode in the sky, and the one-armed Susano'o deep in the clouds will grow a little bigger.

When Heather stepped onto the top and sat lazily on the luxurious throne with one hand on her chin, the shadow of Susano'o in the clouds was already big enough to cover the sheath.

The time has come for the show to begin, and a fight of blood and iron must be offered to the gods.

PS: I feel more and more that the plot of Elden's Ring is very exciting. How about making a short and medium-length story with about forty or fifty chapters in the world? Is there any interesting plot? I just haven't thought of any weapons worth grabbing inside. Also, are there any reliable videos or articles about the plot of the Ring of Law? The plot setting of the old thief in the game is too fragmented.