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Chapter 0045: Yao Dao: You, crave power? Shut up, you evil spirits are too noisy!

That slight buzzing sound, like a heartbeat, although fleeting, was like an electric current that instantly penetrated Busujima Saeko's entire body.

She shuddered all over, and in disbelief, she slowly opened her eyes that were tightly closed in pain.

The dojo is still the quiet, spacious and ancient dojo.

The sword was still the ancient katana lying quietly on the sword rack, wrapped in a black scabbard.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Was it an illusion? Was it because I was so stressed out recently that I was hearing voices?

Saeko thought to herself with self-mockery.

But when her fingertips once again, gently and tentatively, touched the cold and rough handle of "Muramasa" wrapped in shark skin.

"Om-!"

This time, it’s no longer an illusion!

A cold, majestic will filled with endless murderous aura, as if coming from the ancient battlefield, flowed along her fingertips, like a cold current bursting through a dam, madly rushing into her arms, and finally, brutally and without any reason, rushed into her brain!

That will has no specific words and no clear image.

It is more like a pure and condensed concept.

It is the concept of "beheading".

It is the concept of "killing".

It is the concept of "battle".

In her mind, it turned into mountains of corpses and seas of blood, into the flashes of swords and sabers, and into the hearty, death-defying laughter of countless powerful men in their fateful duel!

Your desire...

Your confusion...

Your pain...

I heard it.

The cold, emotionless thought resounded directly into the depths of her soul.

If an ordinary person receives this terrifying will full of blood and killing, he will probably suffer a mental breakdown in an instant and turn into an idiot who can only drool.

But Busujima Saeko didn't.

Instead of feeling fear, she felt an unprecedented sense of understanding, as if she had found a kindred spirit... comfort and resonance within that cold will.

The "evil ghost" in her heart, which had been suppressed by her and regarded as the source of evil, was not purified the moment it came into contact with this will. Instead, it let out an excited, joyful roar as if it had found a home!

It turns out... I'm not alone.

Turns out, I'm not a monster.

It turns out that this desire for battle and the joy of killing are real!

This thought, like a seed, took root and sprouted instantly in the barren desert of her heart, which had long been transformed by self-loathing.

She no longer hesitated or resisted. She reached out and, with an almost pilgrimage-like, extremely solemn gesture, slowly removed the demonic sword called "Muramasa" from its holder and placed it across her knees.

She gripped the cold hilt of the knife tightly, as if she was holding the soul of the other half that she had never dared to face.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes again.

The whole world, in her eyes, has completely changed.

The sacred temple that was originally empty, quiet, and belonged to her alone, now became extremely "lively" and "crowded".

Countless translucent, hideous figures filled every corner of the dojo.

Some were ancient warriors wearing tattered armor, their bodies riddled with broken arrows. Their faces were filled with resentment and resentment as they wandered aimlessly around the dojo, as if searching for their long-dead master.

Some were women wearing pure white kimonos, their black hair reaching their ankles. Their faces were devoid of any features, a heart-wrenching blankness, and they exuded a chilling, thick resentment.

There were even more earthbound spirits of ordinary people dressed in modern clothing who had died due to various accidents or regrets. Their bodies were mutilated, their expressions numb and dull, like programmed robots, repeating their final, agonizing movements over and over again.

Even worse, there are some things that are completely indescribable, a collection of countless twisted limbs and wailing mouths, composed purely of malice and pain.

Saeko gripped the knife tightly in her hand, suppressing the huge shock in her heart caused by the complete overturning of her world view. Relying on her tempered kendo heart, she forced herself to calm down.

He seemed to have noticed her "gaze".

Or perhaps it was the unique "abnormal" aura emanating from the "Muramasa" in her hand that was resonating with her soul.

All the spirits in the entire dojo stopped their numb, repetitive movements day after day at the same moment.

Like countless rusty robots that had received a unified command, they all turned their heads slowly and in unison, with an extremely stiff and scalp-numbing posture.

Countless, empty gazes filled with dead silence and malice, from all directions, penetrated the barriers of space and instantly focused on the only "living thing" in the center of the dojo - Busujima Saeko.

"you……"

"……look……"

"……have to……"

"……See……"

"……?"

Countless voices, male and female, old and young, echoed in her ears in the same cold, machine-generated tone.

That sound was like countless rusty, cold needles trying to drill into her eardrums and pierce her mind.

Then, another overlapping question, more filled with malice and curiosity, rang out again.

"you……"

"...also...with...us..."

“…same…?”

They sensed a sense of their own kind from her and the knife in her hand.

That crazy aura that belongs to the "evil spirit", which desires killing and destruction and cannot be tolerated by this world.

Busujima Saeko knelt there, expressionless.

But her knuckles, which were creaking from gripping the knife handle with excessive force, and her straight back, which was trembling slightly from extreme trembling, revealed her inner heart, which had already stirred up turbulent waves and was absolutely restless.

Facing the entire dojo, there were hundreds of gazes filled with dead silence and malice, as well as the polluting whispers that came like a tide.

After experiencing the initial huge fear that was enough to make any normal person collapse instantly, Busujima Saeko's heart, which had been tempered by thousands of times and belonged to the top swordsman, began to force herself to calm down at an extraordinary speed.

She remembered what her grandfather, the stern and powerful old man who had devoted his life to kendo, had once said to her.

"Saeko, kendo is about cultivating not only the skills but also the heart. When your heart is as still as a mountain, the myriad changes in the outside world will no longer be able to shake you in the slightest."

If the mind is not moved, then everything will not move.

She slowly closed her eyes, temporarily shutting out all the filthy, horrifying scenes in the outside world. She adjusted her breathing, letting the breath that had become rapid and disordered due to fear return to the long, steady rhythm that belonged to sword practice.

When she opened her eyes again, all the fear and confusion in those purple, ancient well-like eyes had been covered by a layer of ice called "perseverance".

She decided to test the "rules" of this new and crazy world.

She ignored the hideous evil spirits around her that were almost sticking to her face, slowly stood up from the ground, clenched the "Muramasa" in her hand, and made a starting gesture to swing the sword.

Her movements are standard, steady and full of power.

As if sensing the newly sharpened, powerful aura emanating from her, or perhaps fearing the demonic sword in her hand that resonated with her soul, the evil spirits that were originally approaching her all took a step back, creating a subtle distance between them.

efficient!

A flash of enlightenment flashed through Saeko's mind.

Then she swung the knife in her hand.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air, filled with murderous aura, rang out in the silent dojo.

She did not deliberately chop any spirit, but was just doing her daily, most basic sword-wielding exercises.

But she soon discovered that as long as she didn't look at them, didn't respond to their "questions", and didn't let her emotions fluctuate violently due to their approach, these evil spirits that looked extremely terrifying would be like holographic projections that existed in another dimension and had no interference with her.

They can be seen, touched (spiritually), spoken, and moved.

However, they cannot cause any direct physical damage to the real world.

This discovery slightly moved the huge rock of fear in Saeko's heart that was almost suffocating her, allowing her to breathe.

However, she was too happy too soon.

They literally couldn't physically harm her.

However, they could inflict a more cruel, more unpredictable, and never-ending mental torture on her.

That night, Saeko returned to her room.

She discovered that the evil spirits also followed her and "went home" together.

When she sat at the dining table, ready to eat, a hanged man without his lower body and with his tongue dragging on the ground sat opposite her, staring at the rice in her bowl with his white, empty eyes.

When she entered the bathroom, ready to wash away the day's fatigue, a woman, her skin swollen and pale from soaking, lying in the tub, looked like a drowned ghost. She reached out from the water, as if trying to grab Saeko's ankles and drag her into the icy abyss.

The most terrifying thing is the night.

When she lay down on the bed, ready to fall asleep, the whole room was filled with all kinds of evil spirits. They surrounded her bed tightly, and their terrifying faces almost touched hers.

They began a never-ending "concert" filled with negative emotions in her ears with that flat, overlapping, and noisy tone.

"So... so hateful..."

"Why...I was the one who died..."

"My...my legs...who saw my legs..."

"So... so hungry..."

"Can you see... Can you see... You are the same as us...?"

These whispers filled with pain, resentment, unwillingness and malice, like the most vicious spell, constantly and madly attacked her already exhausted and stretched to the limit nerves.