I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Divine weapons have their own magical power, and they can hurt people even without passing the blade.

The two men with injured fingers were not angry but happy, and undisguised enthusiasm appeared on their gender-neutral faces:

"It's indeed a good sword, even better than I thought. It's completely different from Kuji Kanesada - it's decided, you are my sword!"

"No, wait. No, no, no, no, this is a failure!"

Seeing Shi's firm attitude, the old man's calm attitude finally gave way.

"You, I won't say any nasty words. It's better if you don't use this. I'll forge another one for you at worst."

"No need, that's it!"

The iridescent light in Shiki's eyes was unprecedentedly brilliant, almost overflowing. At the moment when her momentum reached its peak, the cut hand stretched out again. The magic knife also started to tremble at the same time.

"Hello!"

The old man stepped forward to stop him, but as soon as he took a step forward, he retracted his leg.

"Huh?"

As a legendary swordsmith who can forge magic swords, the old man sees the world very differently from others.

He could see the energy on the magic knife rushing like a violent storm, rushing towards the bleeding hand like crazy, as if unwilling to grind it into pieces.

Faced with such a violent look, her slender hand just waved lightly. Surprisingly, the seemingly random flick successfully defeated the swarming Shen Qi, just like the arrow from which Wan Jun took the head of the general, instantly disintegrating the swarming army of Shen Qi.

From then on, the spirit was no longer as sharp as before, and it returned to the blade in a mess. And the unruly magic sword also lost its aura of being kept away from strangers, allowing the two rituals to touch, hold, and even wave it.

"The magic sword has been tamed?"

Seeing the two rituals in various postures in the courtyard, Shirou's eyes nearly popped out.

"Yes, it's not a disguise, it's really tamed. I made a mistake. I didn't expect that some people can really get used to death. I still don't have enough practice."

The old man first sighed in despair, and then said happily.

"You can tame it, which means you are destined to it, and it is yours. Shirou, make a scabbard."

"Yes, Master."

"Thank you, old man."

A feminine smile appeared on the gender-neutral face, and the woman holding the magic knife exuded a stronger sense of presence than anyone else at this moment.

"What's the name of this knife?"

"Higanri Muramasa." The old man thought for a while and replied.

"What a name. The magic knife that cuts through the wall of the underworld and leads to the other side. There is no weapon more suitable for me than this."

The two men closed their eyes as if they were sleepy and nodded as if they understood.

"I saw something that shouldn't exist here, go to the other side!"

The hand holding the knife was raised, and he stepped on the edge of the knife barrel with one foot. He jumped up high, riding the wind and facing the moon.

The wide kimono dances under the moon like a beautiful bird.

The gorgeous flowers on the kimono sway in the wind and look like they come alive and bloom in the air.

Also blooming at the same time is the knife in the woman's hand. In the woman's eyes, in the fragmented world, the light of the knife blooms.

Along one of the gaps, a trace bloomed that shouldn't have been there.

That was the flash of the sword of the underworld released from the other side, bringing peace to all living beings, just like the name of the magic sword, Higanri.

It is also like the name of a woman, wandering between life and death, constructing two rituals.

The beauty of being in the world of the living but right next to death shocked the hearts of everyone present, and also shocked a man a few hills away.

Even though the moonlight is very bright tonight and there is no obstruction around him, the man still looks like a dark shadow. No, it's not like a shadow, it's simply the shadow itself - a pitch-black mass that outlines the outline of a person.

In that black mass, there were only eyes of pure reason, shining coldly like emotionless weapons.

The man's body shook, and one of his eyes was split along the pupil, and black blood flowed out.

The man stretched out his hand and covered his eyes. The remaining half of his face was still as cold as a machine.

"The last one was killed, and the connected eyes were wiped out, beyond comprehension."

"Of course you can't understand it. The concept of chaos has seriously affected your thinking. I really didn't expect you to give up yourself for that - Fuablo Lowein."

Similar voice, different tone. It wasn't the man talking to himself, but it was coming from another man who was very similar to the former in terms of clothing, height and body, like twins.

The difference is that the man's appearance is very clear and not so cold. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and his slightly sarcastic tone is full of emotions called pleasure.

The man known as Fuabuluo did not waver at all, and still said coldly: "The life species that pursues immortality has long sunk into the protrusion of the 'Primordial Sea' and has become a part of this existence. The remaining intelligence will also Gradually disappear and become specimens of the 'species' of life together with this group."

"Won't you regret it? This is contrary to the meaning of existence you originally pursued."

"Indeed, life that has become like this has lost the so-called 'meaning of existence'. But, don't you think this is very wonderful? There is a chaos in my body that is like 'I don't know what I have become'. This is simply okay The small world of the 'Primordial Sea' is comparable to the 'beginning of creation'. This chaos where it is unknown what kind of creatures will be reborn. This is the same dark chaos that holds the possibility of unimaginable drastic changes like the system tree on this planet. But in the end it will What it will become, I definitely want to see with my own eyes before I disappear.”

At the end, Fuabuluo's inorganic eyes finally showed some human emotion. That emotion is called persistence, and it is the driving force that supports him to this point.

"It seems that it is quite right that the people of the church will call you Nero Kaos." The cheerful man continued to say happily, "A weapon with six hundred and sixty-six beasts rolling in the body is said to be an individual , it is better to call it a 'group', more like a chaotic space than a vampire, a veritable 'chaos', a heretic who acts unscrupulously."

In the process of speaking, Nero Kaos had already put down the hand covering his eyes, and the damaged eye was restored to its original state unconsciously. The man named Chaos rolled his eyes and focused on his old friend on the body.

"The same goes for you, Roa, the 'infinite reincarnator' who abandoned his body to reach the eternal state of his soul."

"No, I didn't reach true eternity."

"But before you..."

Roa's answer made Nero Kaos a little confused. This was not what he said when the two met two hundred years ago.

"That's because I didn't know that such eyes existed in this world. I always thought that they were just distant myths and legends. The magic eyes that can see the most vulnerable parts of things, and exist specifically for 'death' - 'straight death' "Devil Eyes', whether it's your 'Chaos' or my soul, they are vulnerable when reflected in such eyes."

PS: It’s better to talk about it first, because most book friends don’t know much about “Tsukihime”. Roa’s is actually not the “Devil Eye of Direct Death”, but another kind of similar demon eye. Of course, because The "Devil Eye of Direct Death" only exists in mythology. Roa's Demon Eye also has some characteristics of the "Devil Eye of Direct Death", so it is naturally misunderstood.