A foreigner's journey

Not only the Tsuruga camouflage, but also the black witches who had gone down the mountain or retreated also looked up to the sky, like frozen clay sculptures.

Under the Izumo Mountains, the village men walking home with hoes on their shoulders, the peasant women eager to collect the sheets for drying clothes, and the children playing outside the courtyard all raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

Boundless black clouds gathered at the top of Izumo Mountain, forming a huge, constantly swirling vortex of black clouds.

Whenever lightning flashes, it will reflect an extremely huge divine shadow deep in the clouds!

The divine shadow was so huge, even bigger than the Izumo Mountain. Although its outline can only be vaguely seen with the help of lightning, whether it is its huge body hidden in the storm or the majestic posture wearing a streamer with an angry crown and holding a divine sword, they all reveal the identity of this great god——

God of Storms, Susanoo!

Tsuruga camouflage raised his head, completely ignoring the violent rain that soaked his whole body. He just looked at the huge shadow deep in the clouds and murmured:

"It turns out...there really is [God]...why..."

She didn't understand why God came here, why God showed his true form, why God...

Tsuruga Camouflage suddenly narrowed his eyes and turned his head to stare at Heather standing in the forest.

At this moment, Heather's posture holding a long knife was exactly the same as that majestic divine figure in the clouds.

At the foot of Izumo Mountain, people regardless of the heavy rain, regardless of the heavy rain, knelt down in the mud and kept banging their foreheads to the ground, crying and repenting for their daily sins of disrespecting God, and praying to the God of Storms for mercy. .

Mortals, prostrate themselves at the feet of gods, begging for forgiveness.

In the mountains and forests, the black witches knelt on the ground in silence, with their hands clasped in front of their foreheads. They were always silent and were reciting eulogies in a low voice at this moment. The sound of chanting one after another echoed in the mountains of Izumo.

Priest, kneel down before the throne of God and chant the name of God in a low voice.

Tsuruga looked up at the sky in camouflage. The looming figure at the end of the clouds also had an empty right arm. As if it was an illusion, the moment she looked at the god, she also felt the god in the cloud slowly turn his head and look at her.

In just a moment, tears of blood shed from the corners of Tsuruga's camouflage eyes, making the red eyeshadow in the corners of his eyes even redder.

Divine power is like the sea.

The descendant of Sento-ryu slowly walked out of his hiding place and stood in the clearing in the forest, bathing in the storm.

Heather looked at her with a half-smile on her face.

Clang! She exhaled slowly and pulled out the Thousand Knives in her hand. The blades shone even colder in the rain.

"At this point, I can no longer tell whether you are a 'Sekiro' or a 'Susano'o'. I only know that as a priest, if I swing my sword at God, I will be punished by heaven."

"So...are you going to surrender?"

Heather held the long knife upside down with one hand, and her strong body stood in the storm, motionless.

The gods deep in the clouds also maintained the same posture. The vortex of black clouds was stirring rapidly, and the storm became more and more violent.

Tsuruga Camouflage chuckled, raised his Thousand Swordsman and pointed it at Heather from a distance, with a resolute look on his face:

"Wolf, God, I am willing to sacrifice my life to show the world the power that can destroy the shogunate!"

Regardless of whether the man in front of her was a ronin Sekiro or the god Susano'o, this power that could cause celestial phenomena and storms was beyond the power of a mere mortal like her. However, she will follow Heather's wishes and continue this duel with extremely disparity in power.

It has nothing to do with the glory of Sentōryu, nothing to do with his own life, and nothing to do with the ownership of Sentōri.

At this moment, Tsuruga Camouflage just hopes that the sword light he wields with all his strength can win even a little praise. Maybe those thousand black mikos can escape from the wrath of God?

"good."

Heather just nodded briefly and concisely, and she didn't know whether his "yes" was agreeing to Tsuruga's request for camouflage, or whether he was praising the courage of the woman in front of him.

Snap! The scabbard was thrown into the muddy water.

Tsuruga Camouflage held the long sword tightly with both hands, put on the most prepared posture, and said in a deep voice:

"Santu Shrine priest, Tsuruga camouflage, shrine ginseng."

Heather pointed the tip of the long knife diagonally at the ground, and opened her left arm as if to welcome him. The meaning was very clear - come on, let me see what you can do.

Bang! Mud and water splashed under Tsuruga's camouflage feet, and her whole body turned into a stream of light and ran towards Heather. The thousand swords in her hand followed the path of the wind and struck Heather with the strongest blow in her life——

"[Thousands of swords and billions of words slashed]!"

For a moment, thousands of tiny slash marks appeared in the wind and rain, overwhelmingly falling towards Heather.

"As courtesy, I will respond to your expectations and show you what the 'power to destroy the shogunate' means."

Heather inserted the knife into the sheath on her right waist with her backhand, held the handle of the knife with her left hand, and lowered her body slightly.

At the end of the clouds, the extremely huge divine shadow also made the same move.

"[Feather Slash]..."

Facing the overwhelming tiny slashes and the Tsuruga camouflage that jumped high and struck at her head, the light of the long sword in Heather's hand suddenly appeared, and the endless [wind] and [rain] violently blasted from the scabbard. came out, turning into an Iai slash that split the sky——

"[Ten Fist Sword]!"

At the foot of the Izumo Mountains, children with runny noses ignored their parents and friends who were kowtowing around them, looked up at the sky, and shouted in a childish voice:

"The sky is cut off!"

In the horrified eyes of the people, the extremely huge Susano'o deep in the clouds slashed towards the higher sky with the Iai Slash posture.

The boundless black cloud was split open and a huge crack spread infinitely!

The black clouds crazily rolled back into the cracks, the storm reversed the current, and the roar from the sky exceeded a hundred thousand thunders!

The God of Storms wields a ten-fist sword, and his slashes are enough to split the sky.

A terrifying ravine was cut out of the top of Izumo Mountain, and the slashing force spread to the surrounding mountains. The terrifying slashing marks spread beyond seven mountains. And this is just the aftermath of the slashing attack into the sky.

For a moment, Tsuruga Camouflage thought he was dead.

Yes, there is no one or thing in the world who can resist such a great slash.

But Tsuruga Camouflage survived. He didn't even get any scars from the slashes on his body, but his clothes were torn and he fell heavily into the muddy water.

The storm in the sky came and went quickly, as if the dark clouds were shattered by that blow. The gods in the clouds disappeared without a trace, and the bright sunshine reflected along the huge crack.

A pair of boots stepped between the mud and water, standing not far in front of Tsuruga's camouflage body.

Tsuruga Camouflage lay lying in the muddy water and raised his head in a daze.

The place where the sun shone was the battlefield they were on. The woods on the ground were plowed flat. Heather's strong body turned its back to the sun and slowly stretched out her hand towards herself.

That posture was exactly the same as that of the God in the Clouds.

Tears shed from the corners of Tsuruga's camouflage eyes, he gently held Heather's big hand stretched out to him, and bowed his head deeply.

"I lost."