On the wild barren fields, a samurai in tattered armor tossed several heads of the restless dead he carried at his waist before the grave and filled a skull with strong wine for the offering.
"Mothers, little sister, I have avenged you. You've waited long enough in the underworld, I will soon join you."
The warrior witch drank and wept bitterly.
Though the great revenge was fulfilled, she committed the crime of slaughtering the nobility, leaving her no place in Japan. But that's fine; joining the family below doesn't sound so bad, after all, there's nothing in this world she's attached to anymore.
Thinking this, the samurai drew the broken sword from her waist and aimed it at her abdomen.
Just as she gritted her teeth, resolved to disembowel herself, a flash of cold light struck, and her broken sword was sent flying far away.
Alert, the samurai thought it was the nobility's pursuing squad, but as she turned her head, she saw all-consuming demonic energy.
