In the wilderness of the Feather Kingdom border, Takahara Iwao darted like lightning, fleeing for his life.
"I cannot die!"
"I must live!"
"I have not yet become a Sword Saint, have not yet revived my family's name!"
The intense desire to survive urged him to quicken his pace, until a clear sword hum suddenly echoed above his head.
Zheng~
Takahara Iwao trembled all over, his steps paused slightly, as if hearing the death knell ringing in his ears.
"No!"
He abruptly looked up, terror in his eyes, for within his sight, there was nothing else except the resplendent sword light reflecting the stars, descending from the sky, pressing down upon him.
Instinctively, Takahara Iwao raised the Great Tachi in his hand. Relying on his sword skill tempered by thousands of hammers and hundred refinements, he delivered the strongest strike of his life between life and death.
"Secret Sword, One No Ta..."
Crunch~
Splurt~
