Help! I changed the gender of the male protagonist in the yandere game.

Chapter 43: The Gun Master's Guidance

Speaking of the old legends of the island nation, stories about monsters and gods imparting magical skills to humans and training mortals into powerful warriors are widely circulated.

The Tengu who taught Minamoto no Yoshitsune the "Six Strategies and Three Strategies"; the Yamauba, the incarnation of the "mountain god" who raised Kintaro; the Yakuzakura who practiced hard in the Prajna Cave and was taught the spell by the Peacock King; and the swordsman who was inspired by Katori Okami, taught the art of war, and created the Tenshin Shinto-ryu.

In short, many stories about monsters or gods imparting skills or teaching people have become popular stories.

However, Baijie did not expect that he would encounter such a thing.

"You plan to give me special training."

"I, Yuki Yashahime, am a god. Even if I teach you casually, I can make you improve rapidly."

The Lord Lake Master smiled and sat down again, bringing the pipe close to his mouth and taking a puff, exhaling a light puff of smoke.

"Whether it's physical skills, martial arts, or spiritual techniques, I can give you some pointers... For example, what you lack most right now is spearmanship."

Yuki Yashahime mentioned his spearmanship.

"Honestly, young man, the spearmanship you've developed can only be described as a complete mess. In Tang territory, the spear is known as the 'King of All Weapons', the 'King of All Weapons', and is even revered as the king of arts, with no other skill surpassing it... What do you call this spearmanship? You're just using the spear like a stick."

Bai Jie felt helpless when he heard this. He had never received instruction from a famous teacher, and his gun skills were half learned by himself and half from experience gained in actual combat.

It's okay to deal with monsters and other enemies that require no skills at all, but in the eyes of true experts, it is indeed a disgrace.

"But don't worry, I will guide you well, go!"

She stretched out her huge hand and gently pushed him on the back.

Even if the lake owner didn't use too much force, Bai Jie was still knocked away by the huge force.

He fell forward, and the scene before his eyes changed in an instant—

"W-what?"

Bai Jie got up after falling to the ground and found that the teahouse had disappeared. In front of him was a battlefield-like scene, and the air was filled with a bloody smell that made his nose sore.

An icy wind blew across the wilderness, carrying with it the strong smell of burning. Night enveloped the battlefield on all sides, starless and with only a single moon.

As far as Baijie could see, there were piles of corpses everywhere... There were human corpses, horse corpses, and many monster corpses piled up like mountains.

One thousand, and tens of thousands... It was impossible to count how many corpses there were here. The blood of so many people, monsters, and horses covered the entire battlefield. The dark brown bloodstains spread on the ground like dark tongues, filling the cracks in the ground.

Bai Jie sucked in a breath of cold air. It was not like he had not seen corpses before, including human corpses, livestock corpses, and even monster corpses.

However, he had never seen so many corpses. Those who died tragically, as well as monsters, were lying in the mud, their internal organs spilling out from their ribs, with arrow shafts sticking out of their bodies.

Huwu——

The sound of the wind slowly drifted in, a hoarse sound, like rough gravel rubbing against skin. Brown blood was absorbed by the dry earth, leaving red and black stains all over the ground.

Not far away, a massive spear, several feet long and shaped like a totem pole, stood. Pointing toward the sky, the tip of the spear held the head of a red demon—a demon with twin horns and a mouth full of fangs, its mouth pierced.

Dried blood from the gun barrel left a streak, staining the ground dark brown. The red ghost's eyes were still glaring. A fly was perched on those lifeless, cloudy eyeballs.

It seemed to be staring at the battlefield angrily, with its long hair behind its head fluttering like a lion's mane, rising and falling quietly in the wind.

"This...what is this place?"

He muttered to himself.

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the void. It was the voice of Yuki Yashahime.

"As you can see, young man, this is a battlefield."

The lake owner said lightly.

"You should have heard about the great chaos one hundred and fifty years ago..."

"Five demon kings, dubbed the 'Ten Evil and Five Rebellious Kings' by the world, these five peerlessly powerful demons commanded a demon army known as the 'Bloody Six Gates' and engaged in a fierce battle with the Yamato imperial court. This is the battlefield where the decisive battle between humans and demons took place."

When Baijie heard this, he was also extremely dumbfounded.

"This... could this be the battlefield that was recreated using the Dragon God's mirage?"

"almost."

"But why did you send me to this battlefield in a dream?"

"Of course, I will learn the art of spearmanship well."

"Wait a minute, didn't they say that the Lake Master would come to teach me personally?"

"No~~Kuku, I never said anything like that from the beginning to the end. It's someone else who wants to teach you."

boom!
In the darkness of the night, the swelling murderous aura created physical pressure, forming a violent gale—a murderous aura that would paralyze and stop the hearts of the weak.

Baijie's nerves almost froze and his eyes widened in shock.

Under the waning moon, a figure was slowly walking towards them from another direction. It was a man wearing warrior armor.

The figure suddenly stood up as if from the corpses that had just been butchered. He walked slowly, passing through the pale, disintegrated corpses, passing the dead horses lying on their backs, and slowly walked through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Baijie was completely stunned. It was a warrior wearing armor, a pickaxe-shaped helmet made into the shape of a cloud, and an old man's mask on his face.

He wore a small grass armor, mother-of-pearl hairpins, butterfly leggings, a gold satin sleeveless cape, and a samurai sword slung across his waist.

The warrior wearing the old man's mask held a spear in his right hand, and his murderous aura was restrained at this moment.

The armored warrior just stood there, his aura became calm, distant and profound, but deep in his core, Baijie seemed to see the Shura Hell, where there were deadly fights everywhere, broken arms and limbs everywhere, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This warrior holding a gun always stands in the center of the Shura blood sea. No matter whether the sky collapses and the earth breaks, or thousands of troops rush in, it is impossible to shake him.

"To learn spearmanship, it's best to rely on the guidance of a master teacher." Yuki Yashahime smirked. "The one standing before you is the great hero who defeated the five demon kings one hundred and fifty years ago, the Spear Saint himself, one of the 'Four Saints'."

The Gun Master himself?

At this moment, Baijie realized what Yuki Yashahime was planning.

"Wait a minute?"

He quickly said, "Master Lake Master, you want me to fight this guy directly."

"Actual combat is, of course, the best way to hone your skills."

The benevolent god chuckled, "Oh, hehe, hehe," and said, "Nothing can help you learn how to fight faster than real combat... Don't worry, since this is a dream, I can only reproduce one-tenth... no, at most one-twentieth of the Spear Saint's combat power."

"But……"

"It's nothing to worry about. This is a dream. You won't die. However, the experience of getting hurt here is real."

what?
At this moment, the armored "Spear Saint" moved, raising his spear in an arc pointing to the sky.

"He's going to attack."

Baijie didn't have time to chat with Xue Yashahime. His eyes were fixed on the spear blade held by the "Spear Saint".

However, his chest seemed to be torn apart, and he felt an intense pain, as if he had been hit by something. The pain and burning sensation instantly spread throughout his body, and blood dripped onto the dry and thirsty ground - and finally, was sucked into this land soaked in too much blood.

"what?"

Bai Jie looked at his chest and saw a bloody hole appeared there without him noticing... What on earth was this...

It hurts so much.

And...when did this happen?
Not far away, the gun in the hands of the "Spear Saint" did not move at all, but something pierced his chest -

"It was a rock~~ You were concentrating on his gun, so he kicked the rock on the ground, and it flew over and pierced your chest..."

Isn’t this too outrageous?

This was his last thought. The next moment, the tip of the gun pierced his throat and took his life.

Baijie's consciousness was suddenly interrupted.

……

Snap!

It was like someone snapped their fingers.

Baijie woke up again, and the voice of Yuki Yashahime came to his mind again.

"Here we go... This is the second round, don't make the same mistakes this time."

what?
Again?

Baijie raised his head again, and the Spear Saint walked slowly towards him again. This warrior from one hundred and fifty years ago was wearing a pickaxe-shaped helmet in the shape of a cloud.

The old man's face beneath the brim of his helmet maintained a frozen expression of a strange grin. Above the mask that only covered his cheeks, only a pair of eyes could be seen, with pupils that shone with a will-o'-the-wisp luster.

Baijie could feel the sharpness in those eyes. The "Four Saints" were heroes of the war one hundred and fifty years ago. Each of them had superhuman combat power. Whether it was one-tenth of the combat power or one-twentieth of the combat power of the Spear Saint during his lifetime, they were still powerful beings superior to ordinary people.

The Spear Master also drew his spear at this moment, but this spear did not pierce Bai Jie, but penetrated deeply into the ground.

"What the hell?"

Bai Jie was puzzled, and then he felt that the spear that pierced the ground injected a force into the ground.

The ground exploded, and a destructive wave was detonated from underground.

Boom! Mud and sand shot up into the sky like a waterfall, and a violent airflow blew over, sweeping countless sand and gravel like bullets.

Bai Jie didn't even feel the blink of an eye before he was turned into a hornet's nest by countless stones that flew towards him at a speed faster than bullets.

He died again.

……

What are you doing?

Baijie woke up again.

"That was a move called 'Dust Whisk'. The original intention was to stab the spear into the ground, raising dust to form a smoke screen, and then kill the enemy in the chaos... However, if the Spear Master did that, it would result in the same attack as before."

Yuki Yashahime smiled happily.

"This guy is just so out of his league... So~~ You don't have to think too much. What you need to do today is to do your best to survive his first attack. If you can do this, you will quickly become stronger in actual combat. Of course, it would be best if you can catch his first attack."

——Survive?

—Take his first blow?
Sister, are you dreaming or am I dreaming?

Bai Jie climbed up from the ground. The warrior from one hundred and fifty years ago was still wearing helmet and armor, walking slowly towards him fully armed.

"We can only try it."

He gritted his teeth, touched his belt, and took out the flash grenade.

Since you won’t die anyway, just do your best.

(End of this chapter)