I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

After all, if he and Bai Yi Shura exchanged identities, he would absolutely not be able to tolerate dying like that!

It would be better to die under the Buddhist guillotine than to die at the hands of Nagao Kagetora, who is far inferior to me!

"...Oh, this is so boring."

Tsukahara Bokuden hunched over, and in an instant he looked much older.

"For the sake of that insignificant cause of justice, you're actually willing to sacrifice your life in an arena unworthy of your status and position. Shura, if that's the case, then this old man won't be able to kill you, right?"

Similarly, Nagao Kagetora was also watching Axue's back as she put on the shackles again and walked away.

This imperial sword competition has reached its final stage.

The decisive battle will take place tomorrow, which everyone is looking forward to.

At that time, whether it is the Buddhist monk Zhiwu, the high-ranking officials of the shogunate, or the common people of Kyoto, they will come to watch this final showdown.

And the Buddhist Martial God will completely kill this evil monk in white tomorrow.

The final battle between the two will be held tomorrow.

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midnight.

Kyoto Tenlao.

Axue was not put in shackles this time. Instead, today's dinner was more sumptuous than ever before.

This is a common practice in prisons. The last meal before execution must be particularly delicious so that the prisoners will have the strength to walk when they are reincarnated in the underworld.

Since tomorrow is his final death date, this Shura in white is very interested today and for the first time made some requests to the jailers.

That means you need a piece of wood and a carving knife.

"Are you going to build yourself a coffin?"

The jailers shook their heads and rejected it.

"The shogunate will prepare it for you when the time comes. Master, you don't have to worry about these things."

"No, you misunderstood what I meant."

The Shura in white smiled slightly.

"I just want to carve a Buddha statue myself."

So, amid the suspicion of the jailers, Axue picked up the carving knife and began to carve a Buddha statue out of wood.

The reason why the jailers were so strange was actually very simple.

That is, the White-robed Shura is a blind man. How can a blind man carve a Buddha statue?

They gathered in front of the iron rod and began to whisper.

"I said he definitely couldn't carve it out!"

"Give up! This white-robed Shura is a master of swordsmanship! Carving is just like swordsmanship!"

"How could he carve a Buddha statue when he has so much evil energy in him?!"

Several jailers were arguing with each other and started to place bets and gamble.

Just as they were busy studying the odds, they didn't notice that someone was approaching them quietly from behind.

In just a moment, these jailers were knocked unconscious by the knife and passed out on the spot.

"Brother, you are here again."

The Shura in white was greeting people from inside.

The person who came was none other than Nagao Kagetora, whose eyes were wrapped in black cloth.

"Don't you think it's someone else who'll break you out of jail?"

Nagao Kagetora fumbled for the key on the jailer's body, opened the cage and walked in.

"Brother, let's not talk about these things for now. Come over and give me a hand."

The Shura in white picked up the carving knife and said with some distress.

"Now I only have one hand, so it's really hard to carve a Buddha statue. Please help me hold the wood steady."

"...Senior Brother also had one hand injured by that despicable woman during the competition today. Now I only have one hand left."

"Isn't that perfect? ​​Brother, you hold the wood in one hand, and I hold the carving knife in the other. This way, it will be easier to carve the Buddha statue, right? Come on, hurry up."

Faced with the request of the White-robed Shura, Nagao Kagetora was slightly stunned.

This kind of plain and relaxed homely conversation seemed to be the first time between the two since they met again.

The white-haired martial god unconsciously approached the white-robed Shura and fixed the wood on his desk.

"This way, a little further to the left."

"Is that right?"

"It's crooked. It needs to be moved a little further to the right. Brother, can you please pay more attention?"

"...Brother, this is the first time you've been blind these past few days. Isn't it normal for you to lose control of your accuracy?"

Then, under Axue's instructions, Nagao Kagetora finally gripped the wood tightly.

The two of them fell silent, with only the sound of the carving knife carving wood being heard.

"...Axue."

After a long silence, Nagao Kagetora suddenly spoke.

"It feels like I'm back to that moment at Linquan Temple. I don't know why, but I feel so peaceful."

"Really? When we were at Linquan Temple, it was always my senior brother who gave me trouble, forcing me to do things I was unwilling to do, right?"

"Although you were reluctant, every time Senior Brother asked for help, didn't you always help him in the end?"

Nagao Kagetora's mouth unconsciously smiled.

"Brother, this carving knife is amazing."

As Axue was carving a Buddha statue, she began to sigh.

"With just a light stroke, a whole piece of wood can be shaved off. It can cut through hard wood like soft human skin. It's sharper than a samurai sword."

"how can that be possible?"

Nagao Kagetora retorted.

"If a carving knife is sharper than a samurai sword, then wouldn't I have to equip every member of the Echigo Army with a carving knife when I go into battle? Hahahaha!"

"Brother, I've already carved half of it, I'll leave the rest to you."

Axue suddenly suggested that the responsibilities of the two people be reversed.

"This brother has never carved a Buddha statue before?"

Nagao Kagetora felt a little uneasy.

After all, carving Buddha statues was something that was totally unsuitable for her. Even when she was in Linquan Temple, she had never carved much.

"I'm a novice too, so just keep carving."

"Hey, if you can't carve it well, don't blame me..."

Nagao Kagetora picked up the carving knife and began to carve carefully on the wood.

"What's wrong? This doesn't seem like your style, brother?"

"I'm afraid... of scratching you."

"It's okay, I believe in you, brother."

"Then don't cry out in pain after I scratch you, okay?"

It is hard to imagine that the two people chatting and laughing in the prison today are actually brothers who will have a life-and-death duel tomorrow.

After a long silence, Axue asked.

"Brother, you are carving Buddha statues with these hands that are constantly killing people. What kind of mood do you want to inject into them?"

"...Axue, what were you thinking about while you were carving?"

Nagao Kagetora paused with his carving knife, then asked Axue.

"I am thinking about those who died at my hands."

The White-robed Shura said with a nostalgic tone.

"The number of people I killed should be more than two hundred."

Axue actually has such clear memories of the people who died at his hands.

"At first, it was the three ninjas from Linquan Temple. Later, most of them were bandits who fled to the mountains. At that time, I killed a total of 167 people. This world is too dark. Bandits are like weeds and cannot be killed..."

Axue kept muttering to herself.

"Then I mastered the Wind Control Sword Technique. It was incredibly ferocious. Before, when I killed someone, I could hear their dying cries and the final curses they hurled at me. But once I used the Wind Control Sword Technique, it was like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves. I gradually lost count of how many people I had killed."

"There were probably more than fifty monks who died in Wanfo Temple."

Nagao Kagetora said lightly.

"Including the soldiers who died at the dock that night, there shouldn't be more than 200 people. Ah Xue, you killed more than 300 people."

"Three hundred people, then I really am a demon monk."

Axue then asked back.

"What about you, Senior Brother? How many people have you killed?"

"I?"

Nagao Kagetora was slightly stunned, then said expressionlessly.

"I can't remember clearly. I haven't remembered any of these things since I stepped onto the battlefield."

The white-haired martial god narrated in a low voice.

"Brother, I only remember the first time I killed someone. It was when I was begging for alms and met that farmer who ate human flesh. Once you start killing, you can never stop."

"On the battlefield, all you can feel is the yellow sand blowing in your face, followed by killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing..."

Nagao Kagetora's voice is so terrifying.

"If you hesitate for even a moment on the battlefield, it's not the enemy who gets killed, but you yourself. So I can only kill, and keep killing, killing everyone I see."

"Kill those who come with a knife, kill those who attack from behind, kill those who kneel down to surrender, kill those who run away!"

"So the number of people who died by my sword, killed by my own hands, was about 3,000? 5,000?"

The Buddhist martial god stopped the carving knife in his hand.

"If you count the cities I massacred, the number of people who died at my hands may have exceeded ten thousand."

"So the senior brother who killed tens of thousands of people is the Buddhist Martial God."

Ash answered.

"And I, the one who killed three hundred people, am the Shura Demon Monk."

"Look, brother, the Buddha sculpture is finished."

Nagao Kagetora stroked the Buddha statue with his fingers, then said thoughtfully: "The Buddha statue... is sad, it is crying."

But Ah Xue stroked the Buddha statue with her fingers, and then said calmly: "The Buddha statue... is happy, it is smiling."

However, the two blind men had no way of knowing whether the Buddha statue was crying or laughing.

They can only guess what the facial expression of the Buddha statue looks like through their own exploration.

"Axue... shall we run away?"

Nagao Kagetora.