A foreigner's journey

In the square of Santu Shrine, the black witches were busy coming and going, quietly and quickly cleaning up the messy square.

Broken pieces of iron were everywhere, and a large number of Sentou Bans were shattered under the impact of the earth-shattering [Hagoromo Sword: Ten Fist Sword] just now. Less than 40% of the Thousand Sword Bans remained intact.

Following Tsuruga's instructions, they collected all the Thousand Swords including fragments and scabbards and piled them in the center of the square.

When they are busy, these silent black witches will look up at the main hall from time to time.

But just by looking at it, they felt ashamed from the bottom of their hearts, and they lowered their heads and continued their work. That’s right, with such a filthy body, how can we look directly at the gods?

In the main hall, Heather was sitting on the most distinguished seat, leaning lazily, holding a bottle of Tsuruga's camouflage collection of fine wine in her hand, and taking sips.

Tsuruga, who was wearing a large coat and camouflage, knelt on the brown-red floor not far in front of the seat in the most standard "Toshita seat", motionless.

She did not put on a new miko uniform. Inside, she still had the tattered miko uniform that was torn to pieces by Heather. She just wore a large coat around her shoulders. She couldn't figure out what this 'Susano'o' was thinking, but since the god just chopped up his clothes but didn't hurt his life, there must be some intention, right?

Thinking of the obscene legends that occasionally appeared in Japanese mythology, Tsuruga Camouflage's face turned slightly red.

No, no, no, although Susanoo is an out-and-out god of destruction in mythology, rough and violent, and also likes to cause trouble, there has never been any bad legend about the opposite sex. You must be overthinking, Tsuruga Camouflage is really filthy, you actually make such bold and random thoughts in front of God!

Thinking of this, Tsuruga Camouflage couldn't help but secretly despise the filthiness of his thoughts.

Little did they know that Heather, who was sitting in the upper seat, was also murmuring in her heart.

The shadow of Susano'o at the end of the clouds was deliberately created by Heather. He used the power of the fierce sword to control Feng Shui to cleverly refract the sun's rays in the clouds, and then used extremely concentrated black clouds to create Susano'o. The outline of this created a miracle of divine descent.

Why did he still chop Tsuruga's camouflage clothes into pieces even though he had reduced his strength? Originally, I just wanted to use the power of the fierce sword to control the wind and rain to shock the Tsuruga camouflage and black witches, but I didn't expect that things suddenly turned into the current situation.

Well, Tsuruga's camouflage figure is indeed very impressive. I didn't expect that the miko uniform can be so hidden... but I have no intention of doing so at all!

Look at this guy kneeling on the ground. His heartbeat is beating faster than the King's engine. He must be thinking wildly!

After thinking about it, Heather decided to take the lead in starting a new topic: "As a bet, Thousand Blades is now mine, right?"

"Yes, whether it is the Thousand Swordsman, the Santu Shrine, or me and a thousand black witches, they are all your property now."

Tsuruga Camouflage did not raise his head, and knelt on the ground while maintaining the Tuge seat posture, and said respectfully.

She no longer had any doubts about Heather's identity as Susano'o. Shrines, priests and shrine maidens were meant to please the gods. Now that the true god has come, he can naturally bring everything under his control.

Heather couldn't stand the Japanese people's tendency to sit down, so she impatiently shook the bottle:

"No need to kneel down, come here and pour me wine."

"Yes, thank you for your grace."

Tsuruga Camouflage got up, ignoring the loose clothes he was wearing and falling to the ground. He bowed and walked quickly to Heather's side with a slight shyness, knelt down and poured wine for Heather.

It's really troublesome. If I had known it earlier, I would have changed my plan. It seems that the emergence of a [True God] in this era is too impactful for the shrine maiden.

Heather pretended to be impatient: "As a witch, you are not dressed appropriately. Please quickly change into a pair of neat clothes before coming back."

"I was rude, please forgive me."

Tsuruga put down the bottle of wine and touched his forehead to the ground, and then he quickly walked towards the inside of the hall, holding his 'miko uniform' that contained less fabric than a sock on his body. Not long after, she put on the witch uniform she usually wore, and knelt down next to Heather again to pour wine for him, with a respectful attitude.

After drinking for a while, Heather put down the glass and looked at Tsuruga Camouflage: "Don't feel any psychological pressure, just continue to treat me as a wandering ronin [Sekiro], do you understand?"

"Yes." Tsuruga Camouflage lowered his head respectfully.

Okay, saying it is the same as not saying it. Heather smoothed the hair in front of her forehead and pulled it back:

"In the final analysis, the problem that you and these thousand black witches still have is the [Shogunate]. As long as the [Shogunate] disappears, the wanted and arrest warrants of the black witches will automatically be cancelled, and you can naturally continue to live peacefully in these three ways. In the shrine. Even if there are certain forces that want to take revenge on these black witches, you can easily defeat them with your power. Don't worry, I will fulfill my promise."

Although Thousand Blades now belongs to Heather, Heather is still prepared to fulfill the agreement with Tsuruga Camouflage. In the original work, she died due to the sword attack of the protagonists Toshichika and Jiuer. The thousand swords were taken away by the shogunate, and a thousand black witches were left in the Santu Shrine with an uncertain future.

Now, [Susano'o] has revealed his true form in the Izumo Mountains, where the gods gather. The huge slash mark stretching across seven mountains is the best evidence.

When the god is proven to be real, the Santu Shrine he sees will have unprecedented prominence and transcendent security. Want to attack Santu Shrine? Then you are disobeying the great god Susanoo. Do you also want to try the ten-fist sword that can smash seven mountains?

It's not a bad thing that Tsuruga Camouflage lost the Thousand Swordsman. In fact, she was even more powerful when she didn't have a sword in her hand. To a certain extent, the 'Sentobashi' restricted her strength.

Hearing Heather's words, Tsuruga Camouflage's eyes turned red, and he knelt on the ground and knocked his forehead heavily:

"Thank you for your grace."

She had already understood what Heather meant. The great Susanoo god was ready to take action himself to destroy the shogunate. Even though General Iemaki ruled the world and had countless armies, Tsuruga Camouflage did not think that the shogunate had even the slightest chance of winning when facing Susano'o.

Now, she finally understood what was going on with Heather's perfect appearance that was almost cursed by charm. Only Susano'o, one of the three most passionate gods, could have such a handsome face that is unlike any ordinary person.

Heather waved her hand: "Okay, okay, I can't stand kneeling and kowtowing all the time. Let's go out together and see how well those cute little girls have collected Thousand Dao Li."

As he said that, he stood up first, stretched out and put a light blue cloak on his shoulders, and strode out of the hall, followed closely by Tsuruga Camouflage.

As soon as he stepped out of the hall, Heather saw a hill of iron filings piled up in the square from the remains of thousands of swords. The black witches standing at the edge of the square just glanced at Heather secretly and then quickly lowered their heads in panic, not daring to look any further.

"Why don't you dare to look up at me?"

Heather's magnetic voice resounded throughout the square. After hearing this, the black witches did not raise their heads but were so frightened that they fell to their knees on the ground. The dark place was covered with human heads.

Tsuruga Camouflage was behind Heather, looking at Heather worriedly, and then at the black witches. In myths and legends, Susanoo's temperament is like the storm he controls, strong and irritable. Tsuruga Camouflage was afraid that these black witches might offend this great god.

Heather walked down the stairs slowly, and every step seemed to ring in the hearts of the black witches.

"Why are you ashamed of yourself? Why don't you dare to look up at others? Do you yourself feel that you are more humble than others? Wrong, absolutely wrong!"

Heather's voice was like thunder exploding in the clear sky——

"You have no heart disease, and you don't need the poison of a thousand knives to cure it. Don't have spiritual sustenance? Then come and try to dedicate all your body and mind to me!"

The black witches raised their heads in disbelief. They were tortured to the point of physical and mental collapse by the men and then abandoned. With no identity, no self, and no future, are they really qualified to serve the gods?

"I give you an identity! I give you a self! I promise you a future!"

The god on earth stood in the square and said loudly——

"Believe in me!"

The talismans covering the faces of the black witches were wet with tears.

"Admire me!"

Tsuruga Camouflage's eyes were red and his whole body was trembling slightly.

"I, Susano'o, one of the Three Shining Gods, allow you to love me!"

Heather laughed and opened her left arm, and thunder continued to explode in the clear sky:

"Stand up, my black witches, from now on you are my waiters, and you should walk in the world with a noble attitude! Tear off the charms on your faces and let me see your faces!"

The black witches stood up quietly and tore off the talismans on their faces that were soaked in tears.

If the [fanaticism] in the eyes can turn into flames, then Izumo Mountain must have been plunged into a sea of ​​​​fire at this time, right?

Both Tsuruga's camouflage and these thousand black witches have had their hearts recast by Heather and have completely fallen. Even if Heather asked them to commit suicide with a knife at this moment, I'm afraid they would do it without hesitation and with joy.

At this time, the hill of iron filings formed by the remains of the Thousand Blades also began to tremble violently.

Heather opened her left hand and stretched it straight towards the iron filings hill. A intact Thousand Swordsman suddenly flew out from the bottom and flew towards Heather like lightning.

Tsuruga Camouflage was startled and was about to intercept, but was stopped by Heather.

Snap, the Thousand-knife Bolt was firmly held in Heather's hand. It was the original prototype of the Thousand-knife Bolt.

Qian Daozhen has recognized his master and is eagerly preparing to serve Heather.

Ownership, achieved.

Legend, achieved.

The blade of the prototype Thousand Blades in Heather's hand burst out with light like the blazing sun, and you could see that both the blade and the handle began to melt in the invisible flames.

Not only the knife in Heather's hand, but also the iron filings hill made up of thousands of swords in front of him was shrouded in flames, and then formed a huge spiral fire pillar that penetrated the sky and the earth.

Recasting begins!

PS: I always see you asking Heather to take a walk around the world of beheading girls, but I haven’t seen this one. Is it good?