Rebirth of Japan's Sekiro Legacy

Chapter 221 Transmigration?

"Amazing?" Butterfly smiled, "I am a ninja. The so-called ninjas are just a group of lunatics who were driven crazy during the war. When the skill of ninjutsu was invented, it was the most chaotic period in Japanese history. At that time, there were only a few hundred people among small countries. Because there was not enough food to eat, the winners always ate the food of the losers to survive. In that era when there were few people, the strength of individual soldiers was particularly valued, so everyone spared no effort To fully develop the potential of the human body... The true meaning of ninjutsu is to be accompanied by fear, which stimulates the potential of the human body, summons shikigami, and fights with ghosts and monsters... These are all illusions brought about by fear, and I want to see, What is your fear?"

"What a wicked ninjutsu..." Arakawa sighed, his eyes a little blurry.

Shirokage didn't walk fast, and he didn't seem to charge at all, just like puppets dying of clockwork. As the distance between the two sides shortened, Nozomi Arakawa gradually saw their appearance.

Those were faces he knew, faces engraved deep in his memory.

They all looked like young men, some were laughing and joking, some were taciturn, twirling knives in their hands and walking toward Arakawa with smiles on their faces.

"Boring..." Nozomi Arakawa pursed his lips, took out the silver dancer and fired several times.

The faces of those white figures suddenly twisted, showing expressions of pain. They bent over in pain, then fell to the ground like ordinary people who had been shot, and then disappeared.

"Huh...huh..." Arakawa Wang gasped a little. He had never been like this even when he was fighting one against three before.

It was psychological pressure, like a huge mountain pressing on him, making him unable to breathe.

The white shadow fell, but more white shadows came out from the white mist.

It's mighty, reminiscent of zombies in zombie games. Although it's slow, it stretches out its arms, wants your life, drinks your blood, and eats your flesh.

Nozomi Arakawa wielded his double swords again, the miasma of Immortal Zan and the sharp blade of Wedgemaru swept across the battlefield.

However, this time, the white mist did not dissipate.

They were either cut in half, or chopped from the top of the head to the end, but after each slash, the misty body would gradually recover.No matter how much Nozomi Arakawa killed, he couldn't kill these lingering things.

"Death to me!"

Nozomi Arakawa swung the Immortal Slash crosswise from bottom to top, forming an "X" shape. The black-red miasma shot out from the Immortal Slash instantly crushed these white shadows in all directions, but more white shadows rushed out, as if Split monsters, the more you kill, the more they split.

Gradually, there are more and more white shadows that can't even be killed by the undead slash. At this moment, it is like an ant's nest, and the dense white shadows gradually drown Arakawa Wang... until the arm that was raised high was also swallowed by the white wave. Can't make a sound either.

But Die in the high forest looked at all this with a little disappointment in his eyes.

She leaned over and cut open Arakawa's heart with kunai, the blood sprayed from the heart splashed into her old eyes, but she didn't blink, she just stared at Mingyue in a daze, then turned her gaze downwards The container full of blood has a complicated look.

"Did I think too much...? Oh, that's right, how could that wolf cub have descendants."

Immediately, she threw Arakawa Nomo's body aside with one kick.

Norizan Yamauchi was dead, and Kawamoto Naakatsu still had breath, but he couldn't survive either.

But the ceremony had to go on.

"After all... I couldn't stop it..."

Die looked at her hands full of cracks, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Looking at the blackened blood in front of her, Die would never have imagined that even after she died, she still couldn't get rid of the fate of killing people. At this age, she has long been tired of blood.

... * ...

Nozomi Arakawa got up from the ground, his whole body was icy cold, and the cold air inhaled through his nasal cavity spread to every corner of his body.

When he got up, there was thick snow under his feet, and both Qiwan and Undead Zhan were no longer at hand.

Surrounded by a coniferous forest, covered with thick snow, a squirrel leaped between the branches, and the snowballs falling from the branches hit the snow and merged into one.

There was heavy snowfall, and the whole world was covered in white, as if God randomly sprinkled white paint on the sky and the earth.

Arakawa Wang felt that the scene in front of him was familiar, but he didn't want to believe it.

He looked to the west, in the middle of the snow-capped coniferous forest, there was a curl of smoke rising from the forest.

"Is...really?" Arakawa let out a sigh of relief.

All of this is too real, the cold wind is bitingly cold, and the hands and feet seem to be numb.

He grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to wake himself up, but all he got was a cold tingling that spread into his head.

Sight, taste, smell, hearing, touch... everything is so real.

Realistically, Arakawa Wang thought he had been killed by the Shirokages, and he was reborn into a new world.

But the icy cold wind howled in the valley, and the stinging cold pulled Nozomi Arakawa's mind back.

He suddenly discovered something.

His original clothes were gone, replaced by a tattered down jacket, the kind worn by children.

"My voice...!" Nozomi Arakawa was startled.

His voice now is a childish voice.

It wasn't a young man's voice, but a child's immature voice, and...not Nomo Arakawa's voice, but that "white guest" voice.

Nozomi Arakawa was startled immediately, he thought for two seconds, and immediately ran towards the foot of the mountain.

To be precise, it is sliding down, not far away is the hillside, the hillside is full of snow, you can slide down like a skateboard.

Arakawa Wang felt that if he remembered correctly, there was a small river at the foot of the mountain here.

When he was a white guest, he liked to catch crabs here in midsummer.

Two minutes later, he found the river, but it was already frozen.

But that's exactly what he needs.

He lay prone on the ice and hurriedly flicked away the thin layer of snow covering it.

A familiar yet unfamiliar face was reflected in the mirror-smooth ice surface.

Nozomi Arakawa was stunned.

It was the face of a 12-year-old boy, his name... was Bai Ke.

"I... am back?" Nozomi Arakawa couldn't believe it, "Or...is this a hallucination?"

But if it is really an illusion, why am I still alive now?

Shouldn't Die take this opportunity to kill me?
"I... really returned to when I was 12 years old?" Arakawa looked at the scar under his left eye.

The reason why he can remember that he went back to when he was 12 years old is because Bai Ke fell from a tree when he was 12 years old and injured his left eye.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Xiaobai! Come back quickly! The old man ate candy!!"

(End of this chapter)