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Genichiro ran over quickly: "Ashina Genichiro is coming for you..."

Stone was a little nervous: "We only have half a bar of health, and we can't resurrect yet. We don't have any items either. This BOSS feels hard to beat! We haven't encountered any Sculptor's Idols to save at before. If we lose, won't we have to start all over again?"

With this health, we'll be gone after getting hit twice. Facing an unfamiliar BOSS with unknown moves, there's not much opportunity to learn through trial and error. It's almost impossible to beat it on the first try.

After clashing with Genichiro for a few moves, he used an extremely fast forward-dash slash, cutting us down to a sliver of health. Then, he used a grappling technique, grabbing our head and swinging a punch the size of a sandbag, knocking us to the ground.

A cutscene appeared, and Wolf staggered back half a step. Genichiro shouted and swung his sword from behind.

Under the bright moonlight, a severed arm flew spinning into the air, followed by a parabolic arc of blood.

The scene slowed down, and the sound of clanging swords continued. Genichiro maintained his sword-swinging pose, Wolf's body leaned back, and a large amount of blood slowly spurted from the severed arm.

"Thump," Wolf knelt on the ground, grunting, and covered his severed arm with his hand, then fell into a coma, collapsing weakly.

Stone's face contorted in pain, and he covered his arm, exaggeratingly voicing: "Ugh, my Qilin arm!"

"Ugh, my power of chuunibyou!"

"23333"

"I was seriously watching the plot, and you made me laugh!"

"Noob!"

"Hey, I suddenly realized why the game is called 'Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice'! It has a double meaning: one meaning is loneliness, and the other meaning is one-armed!"

Genichiro flicked his sword handsomely, then twirled it and slowly sheathed it.

Turning his back, he didn't even bother to look again, and mocked indifferently: "Is this the extent of a ninja's abilities?"

"Huh?" Stone scratched his head. "This Genichiro feels so arrogant!"

In fact, this is a mandatory loss event. Even if you beat Genichiro, he will still ambush you from behind and cut off one of Wolf's arms.

Winning results in taunts, losing results in ambush, and if you still can't win, he drinks Rejuvenating Waters and abandons his humanity. If you still can't win, he directly calls his grandfather. His behavior shows no sign of the honorable and upright conduct that samurai are supposed to uphold, nor does he show any respect for his opponent. Because of this, players call Genichiro 'Samurai Scum' and gave him the nickname 'Scumichiro'.

"I'm taking the Divine Heir."

Genichiro dropped these words and left without looking back.

A ninja subordinate wearing a long-nosed Tengu mask, carrying the unconscious Kuro on his shoulder, respectfully lowered his head and knelt on one knee to the side, waiting for Genichiro to pass before getting up and following.

Stone wondered: "Hey? Did you guys notice the clothes this ninja is wearing? There are a lot of feathers on the collar, which is very distinctive, and looks exactly like the clothes Wolf's adoptive father wears! Could this person be the adoptive father? But didn't the adoptive father bring Kuro to us and have us pledge our allegiance?"

"Holy crap, could there be a conspiracy?"

"The plot suddenly feels complicated!"

In the dim candlelight, a dark, hairy foot stepped on a piece of wood, holding a rasp in his hand and planing it.

Wolf lay on the floor, covered with a simple straw mat. He opened his eyes, pushed away the straw mat, and frowned.

He slowly raised his hand and examined it carefully.

The original arm had been cut off by Genichiro. The current arm seemed to be a prosthetic, like a skeleton without flesh, but the fingers could still move freely.

"Holy crap! Black technology!"

"Mechanical Ascension!"

"Wolf the Alchemist!"

"Magical Sengoku period, this is awesome!"

Stone didn't even notice the difference between Wolf's two arms when he played the demo before. He thought the Shinobi Prosthetic was a kind of peculiar ninja tool. Now, he was also amazed: "666! A bit high-tech!"

"You're awake," said the hairy-legged monster squatting on the ground planing wood. "It seems your life wasn't meant to end."

The environment seemed to be in a Buddhist hall, surrounded by densely packed wooden Buddha statues, which should have all been carved by this sculptor.

Talking to the Sculptor, he revealed key information: "Your lord is still alive and is now imprisoned in Ashina Castle. However, soon his bloodline will be exploited. Just looking at you, I know you have that value."

After gathering information, Stone couldn't wait to run out of the Buddha hall: "Let's go, let's go save our wife!"

Unexpectedly, just a few steps out, he encountered a young lady wearing a red kimono, her hair elegantly styled, with butterfly-like twin buns in the back, her hands clasped gracefully in front of her. At first glance, she gave people a gentle and virtuous impression of a Yamato Nadeshiko.

Looking at her attire and posture, she should be the woman who threw the letter down from the cliff before. This time, we finally saw her face. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she was indeed very beautiful.

Stone's eyes lit up, and he adjusted the camera to zoom in, giving the woman's face a close-up: "Hey, we see our wife! What's your name?"

"My name is Emma, and I am a physician serving a certain lord."

After Emma explained the Healing Gourd to Wolf, she tilted her head and stared carefully at Wolf's forehead, raising her hand as if to caress his face: "White spots, were these there since birth?"

"No."

"Then...that means someone who has received the Dragon's Heritage will appear..."

Stone guessed: "The Sculptor told us before that Kuro has the Dragon's Heritage bloodline, and Miss Emma also said that we received the Dragon's Heritage, but she didn't explain what this thing is. Could the Dragon's Heritage be the power that allows us to resurrect?"

...

At night, Stone swung his grappling hook and came to the highest point of Ashina Castle - the top floor of the castle tower.

This floor had no walls on three sides, and the view was very open, with a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery.

Scumichiro stood by the wooden railing, looking outside. He seemed to like talking with his back to people: "How is grandfather's condition?"

Emma was also here, bowing slightly, her voice a little mournful: "Lord Isshin, being able to maintain his life is already incredible..."

"Is that so..."

Genichiro turned his head, his boots stepping on the tatami mats, and walked step by step to a pair of fair, bare feet: "Divine Heir, I'll say it again."

He looked down at Kuro with a stern face, holding his katana sheath in the middle with one hand, and brought it in front of Kuro, saying in a tone that brooked no refusal: "Form the Immortal Oath with me."

Compared to Wolf, his attitude towards Kuro was hardly respectful.

Kuro raised his short hand, suspended in front of Genichiro's sword, making a "stop" gesture, and refused calmly: "I can't, Lord Genichiro."

He turned and walked towards the wall, reciting as he walked: "Even if I am defeated once, I will risk my life to save my lord."

Turning back, his eyes revealed a calm and natural conviction: "That is, my shinobi."

Just after saying these words, from behind Genichiro, a familiar figure "sprang" down from the rafters of the castle tower, supporting himself with one hand, his posture extremely handsome, as if he had timed his appearance to coincide with these words.

He slowly raised his head: "I have come to welcome you."

Stone couldn't help but laugh: "This entrance is a bit handsome!"