The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

The four men were all tall and exuded an aura similar to Mohanlar's. Each of them carried a specially made water jug.

Mohanlar nodded, took the kettle, unscrewed the lid, and a strange, fishy smell wafted out; it contained the holy water of the Ganges.

He tilted his head back and took a big gulp, and the Four Warriors of the Apocalypse also drank it.

After drinking the holy water, the five people's auras surged instantly, and a faint golden halo appeared on their skin. Mohanlar's physique increased by 12 points.

"Having drunk the holy water of the Ganges, the five of us brothers have reached our peak strength. We're sure we can pull it out this time!"

Mohanlar said confidently, gripping the hilt of the demon sword Senpo once more.

The four warriors of Apocalypse each grasped different parts of the blade, and all five exerted their strength simultaneously, shouting in unison:

"rise!"

This time, the demon sword Thousand Souls finally reacted, its blade trembling slightly and emitting a low hum.

It trembled only slightly before stabilizing again, and an even more terrifying evil aura erupted out, like a black giant wave, crashing heavily onto the five people.

"Pfft!" Mohanlar and the Four Warriors of the Apocalypse simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood, their bodies jolted backward, their faces showing pain.

The evil energy, like a bone-deep infection, surged wildly into their bodies, eroding their meridians and souls, causing blood to seep continuously from their mouths and noses.

Clearly, the fact that multiple people drew their swords at the same time violated the taboo of the demonic sword Thousand Souls, resulting in a backlash from the weapon. Fortunately, the punishment was not fatal.

They'll just suffer serious injuries, and after drinking a few jugs of Ganges holy water, they'll recover in half a day.

Mohanlar clutched his chest, his eyes filled with shock and resentment; he simply couldn't understand it.

Why is it that even with the combined efforts of the five of them, and even with the amplification of the Ganges Holy Water, they still couldn't pull out this sword?

Ye Ningyun's expression was somewhat solemn; it seemed there were two taboos regarding drawing this sword.

First, one cannot use a magical weapon to draw the sword; second, multiple people cannot attempt to draw the sword.

Previously, when Benboba went up alone to draw the knife, no penalty was triggered, indicating that this knife can only be drawn by one person.

Just as everyone's attempts failed and the atmosphere became somewhat tense, Hikawa Tsunamoto from the Sakura Empire camp slowly walked out.

He was dressed in traditional samurai attire, holding a samurai sword at his waist in his hands, looking as if he cherished it dearly.

Hikawa Tsunamoto has a cold and stern face, sharp eyes, and exudes a calm and composed aura.

With 750 points in the ladder rankings, he is the captain of the Sakura Empire faction.

He didn't mock anyone like Qin Yu and Mohanlar did.

He simply looked calmly at the demon sword Thousand Souls, his eyes filled with a hint of awe.

In his view, the reason these people couldn't draw their knives was because they didn't have a true sense of awe for knives.

For a samurai, the sword is his second life. Only when his mind and body are in perfect harmony, and he treats the sword as an extension of his own body, can he truly master it.

Hikawa Tsunamoto gently placed his katana on the bluestone slab, then slowly closed his eyes. Cherry blossoms fell, and at that moment, Hikawa Tsunamoto's entire demeanor seemed to have changed.

His lips moved slightly as he began to recount the history of the Hikawa family.

"My Hikawa family has been samurai for the shogunate for thousands of years. From the Warring States period to the present, each generation has taken it upon itself to protect our country and uphold the spirit of Bushido."

His voice was calm and solemn, carrying a weighty sense of history, echoing beneath the cherry blossom tree:

"I started practicing swordsmanship when I was three years old, day after day, year after year, without ever slacking off. At dawn, I practiced swordsmanship in the morning mist."

"As night falls, I wield my sword under the moonlight. As long as the sword is with me, I will die with the sword. This samurai sword has long been an indispensable part of my life."

As he spoke, he opened his eyes, his gaze becoming sharp and resolute.

"Demon Blade Senpo, if you acknowledge my way of the samurai and are willing to acknowledge me as your master, I will break the sword in my hand today. From this day forward, you will be my only sword, my only second life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tsunamoto Hikawa bent down to pick up the sword, gripped the blade with both hands, and exerted force.

With a crisp "crack!", the samurai sword that had been with him for many years broke in two, the broken blade falling onto the bluestone slab with a clear sound.

Cherry blossom petals fell onto the broken blade, as if bidding farewell to this samurai sword.

This scene surprised everyone present. No one expected that Hikawa Tsunamoto would take such a drastic step in order to pull out the demon sword Senpaku.

His pure Sakura Empire warriors all showed expressions of admiration.

The clone of Shirakami Yukihime, who had already merged into the little shrine maidens, curled her lip, clearly disdainful of his behavior.

After breaking his own katana, Hikawa Tsunamoto took a deep breath, slowly reached out, and grasped the hilt of the demon sword Senpaku.

He slowly exerted force, silently reciting the true meaning of Bushido, attempting to establish a connection with this divinely ordained weapon using the power of a traditional samurai.

He firmly believed that as long as he held reverence in his heart and united his thoughts, he would surely gain the approval of this demonic sword.

However, the moment he exerted his power, the Demon Blade Thousand Souls once again erupted with dense black energy.

This black aura was even more violent than before, like an invisible giant hand that violently flung Hikawa Tsunamoto away.

Hikawa Tsunamoto crashed heavily against the trunk of the sacred cherry tree, causing cherry blossom petals to fall in a flurry. Although he was not injured.

But he clearly sensed that the knife was rejecting him, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and confusion.

Hikawa Tsunamoto was dumbfounded.

As a true samurai, he had already severed his second life.

He paid such a high price and made such a great determination, yet the knife still doesn't recognize him?

Is it really because I'm not strong enough?

Thinking of this, Tsunamoto clenched his fists, his heart filled with resentment and frustration.

Xu Feng saw this scene clearly, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

That's interesting. Is Hikawa Tsuna actually in love with a sword?

Telling stories and breaking knives, is this some kind of sentimental nonsense?

Seeing Tsunamoto's dejected appearance, Nijika couldn't help but feel sorry for him and whispered:

"Captain Xu, he... he seems very sad."

"What's the use of being sad?" Xu Feng chuckled, his gaze falling on the demon sword Senpoku. "If this sword could truly be moved by emotions, it wouldn't have stayed in this shrine for thousands of years."

With that, Xu Feng took a step and slowly walked towards the boulder.

Just as Xu Feng approached the boulder, the Demon Blade Thousand Souls suddenly emitted a loud buzzing sound!

The dark blade glowed with a faint red light, and the dark red cloth strips wrapped around it moved and fluttered without wind, as if they desperately wanted Xu Feng's control.

An invisible force emanated from the blade, seemingly trying to draw Xu Feng's hand to the hilt.