Free action ......?

　In the middle of the Eight Crown Anniversary Party.
　The dark wolf demon 'Anko', who was summoned by Second and ordered to act freely (・・・・), tilted her head loosely as she ruminated on her words.

　At times like this, the first thing she would think of was still her master, Second. But her master seems to be busy. It's unlikely that he would be very concerned about her.


'Aha, Lord (Aruji-sama). What should Anko do?

　I looked around the hall, but all I saw were insects (...).

　However, he has also been ordered not to play with the insects by killing them.

　If that's the case, the only way for Anko to pass the time is to "watch the second" anymore.


''Ufu.''

　As such, it was a blissful moment for Anko.

　As if chasing after the Second's back, Anko moved into the shadows with 《Darkness Transfer》 and waveringly appeared without a sound.


''Ha!　You, I believe, ......

　The manifestation was by Vogue's seat.
　Vogue's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden appearance of Anko, but he quickly regained his composure.

'Anko-san, was it? Your master would have already left for the next seat.
............


　Anko ignored it.

　No, it's not so much ignoring it as it is ...... "something is buzzing".

　No one would respond to a bug buzzing beside her with words.

　In her mind, it was extremely natural.


　That's why, if the insects were depressing - she would smack them with her hands and even try to crush them.


'Ignore them?　Good grief. Your sire has a tricky personality.


Aha.

"--?


　In the next moment, Anko made a 《Dark Transition》 behind Vogue and gently put her hand on his cheek.


　Vogue caught a glimpse of death.
　In this instant, she didn't know how many times she had died.

　Her body jumped in surprise and gradually began to tremble with fear.

　She understood. This is the real thing - the killing spirit.


　In a time when a second feels like ten or twenty seconds, she prepares to die again and again.

　To her ear, Anko pulled her mouth close and whispered a single word.


'Minohodshiraz.'


　A haunting voice that stuck in the marrow of my brain.


　And by the time ...... Vogue remembered to breathe, the anko had disappeared like a haze.


'What, nah, yo ......!'

　Vogue holds his chest and breathes hard.

　I'm saved - yes, I'm truly relieved, and I'm angry at myself.

　The mere whispering from behind made every skin on my body militate, and for a brief moment, I gave in completely, and even prayed to God.

　Why did I have to go through this just to speak to him and say a few sarcastic words?

　I don't know. I don't know anything. I don't know, and that's why it's so horrible.


............

　Rossman, who had seen the whole thing in the vicinity, however, did not try to agitate Vogue.

　No, he couldn't agitate him.

　He, too, was relieved that the killing intent was not directed at him.


'...... What is it, seriously? It's super bad, that demon.
...... scared me.

　The same goes for Kapito and Rave.

　Just the mere sight of Anko at close range is enough to make their minds automatically give in.

''No gods will ever touch you,''

　Only Raspberry Belle was the only one who didn't give in to Anko.

　But she is aware of it. If she had to fight Anko unavoidably, there was not a single chance of winning in ten thousand.

　A dark wolf demon, unleashed from the demon's unique behavioral pattern, could be said to be such a troublesome opponent.






''O Winfild. I have a secret mission from my second.
'What?　Uh, yes. I kind of get it.
You are very good, my dear officer. What do you say?
Sylvia, Eco and Mr. Raspberry's genie, right?
"My Lord.

　Meanwhile, Angolmore, who was on a free trip, had found Winfiled and was holding a spirit meeting in a corner of the hall.

　The secret mission given to the Second is to find three spirits.

　When Second heard that he could designate which spirits he wanted to summon with one voice from Angolmore, he said, "That one, that one, and that one! And he designated a genie without any reservation at all.

　However, the story was not so easy.

　It was necessary for Angolmore to "talk" to him in person to designate the spirits he wanted to summon.

　...... The Great Spirit King has the worst personality. That is a well-known fact in the spirit world.

　Hence, Angolmore was convinced that he would definitely be refused.

　That's where Winfiled comes in.

''I'm asking.
Well, it's all about the second person, isn't it?
It's not just to save my face, either.
Well, I'll have a talk with him. I'll do it for Mr. Second's sake.
No, not for me.
So long.
Hey, wait a minute!

　Winfild disperses quickly.

　It's not hard to imagine how much the Spirit Lord is disliked in the spirit world, as she also dislikes him.


"Hmph, lick it up first before you go to ......

　Angolmore, in a bad mood, looks around the hall and looks for a sandbag.

　Tonight's sacrifice was ...... Muratti.


The Chair.
What?
The chair.
Ha, ha!

　For some reason, Muratti obeyed crisply.

　When he was on all fours on the ground, Angolmore sat down on it and crossed his legs.

'Igii!　Thankfully happy!
"Shut up, pig!
Buhin!

　It's a win-win situation.


You guys are perfect for each other: ......

　Sherry, who was watching from the side, said with a dumbfounded face.

''Huhaha!　It's not as good as my Second and my match.
What? ...... You know, that's what you guys are all about. ......
What's so funny?
...... Do you do that kind of thing at night?
It doesn't have to be at night, nonsense.
Lunch?

　Sherry, who has some funny misconceptions due to her alcoholism, blushes and bites down.

'What's it like?'
'Ho. Little girl, are you finally starting to realize that you are a spirit messenger?
I mean, we don't really have to do that.
Don't be modest. The spirit and the sorcerer are one and the same. It's all about chemistry.
Mmm-hmm.
"It's good enough to swing me around like my second. You should try it, too.
The second is the offensive!
Hmm?
...... Huh?


　A short time after this, a bright red-faced, angry Sherry and a teasing Angolmore were seen or not here and there. ......

　Meanwhile, Muratti was quietly doing Angolmore's chair.
　He may or may not have had a very radiant smile on his face. ......






'This, this, Master Miroku!
It's good to see you. ......!

　Hundreds of years later, the demon Asura, also known as Miroku, achieved the Humanized Transformation.
　There was a place he had headed to as soon as Second was told to go free.

　That was the samurai's home.

　The living legend of the sword Hachinokuni, who once reigned as a living human god. That was Miroku, but now he was just one demon who served as an emissary for the Second.

　After spending half a year doing so and getting to know this wide world, Miroku had his own thoughts on the matter.

　Hence, he came to talk to them.
　To talk with the samurai.

'Good, sit down,'
Ha!
As you wish!

　The first place we visited was the Cambae and the pit viper seat.

　There are two words to tell you.

"Cambae, take a seat at the pit bullseye.
!
"Hey, pit viper, take a lesson from Cambei.
What?

　The words were a surprise to any samurai living in the Eighteenth Country.

　Miroku-sama, a rare samurai, had dictated to him about the art of battoujutsu, and even more so about the school.

　In the thousand years of history, this has never happened.

　The Miroku style does not interfere with the way Battoujutsu is practiced on the island. It was limited to defeating the undesirables.

　Hence, the two were surprised from the bottom of their hearts.
　And they accepted the words honestly.

　Miroku had taken a step forward. How could a samurai living on the island he was raised on not take the first step?

　Those just two words hinted more than ever before at the great change in the land of the Eighteenth Country, the dawning of a new era.

　They will be etched in the history of the island.


I'm hoping for a blood-curdling match. Cambei, pit viper, ...... samurai.

Ha!
Hahaha ......!

　The words of the samurai who died in ignominy, which had been piling up in Miroku's mind for a thousand years.

　Miroku realized that he could not attain Buddhahood if he continued to accumulate them.

　He must entrust his will to the samurai living in the present.
　He must sublimate his fighting spirit in the midst of the thousands of thousands of spectators.

　That irreplaceable moment of brilliance must be burned into the eyes of even more people.

　That is the ultimate pleasure that the deceased wish for.




I, too, am a samurai.

　Miroku muttered at last as he went around passing on a word of advice to all the samurai gathered in the hall.

　He had a place to head.



'Anko-dono. Let's get together.


　Miroku called out to Anko, who just stood there and continued to stare at Second.

　No fear. Everyone thought so, but Miroku was aware of it.

　However, it also made a lot of sense to him to put things in black and white here.
　He had long thought that this battle was necessary in order to decide how to conduct himself in the future.

　And above all, there are samurai who must show their backs.
　What brave eyes those men have.

　Miroku quietly made up his mind.


''Uh-huh, uh-huh.''

　Eerie laughter echoes through the air.
　It's as if he's laughing like a fool.

'What is there to laugh about?'
Shame.
Shall I refuse?

　Anko slowly shakes her head and opens her mouth in a glossy voice.

'If I kill you, the Lord will scold me (・・・・) for killing you.
"...... I don't get it.
Aha, poor .......

　It was a serious pity.

　Anko brought Miroku into view with her eyes on the small animal, wet and shivering in the rain.

　A chill ran down Miroku's spine as he shuddered.


''--Huhaha!　Well, then, my junior colleague will have to do nothing about it!


　Then an unwanted spirit came in and spoke up about such things.

　Miroku couldn't help but think: "How can we win without doing anything? You can't help but wonder how they can win without doing anything.

'You can't be too much of a joke--'
If that's all right with you, I'll deal with you.
!

　However, contrary to Miroku's thoughts, Anko shook her head.

'There, my junior junior. That should soothe your bloodlust a bit, right?
!

　Angolmore said as if he could see right through it.

　Miroku looked reluctant and nodded.

'Then let's give ...... a try.'

　His expression remained grim.


　Miroku had realized this from the beginning.
　He knew from the beginning that he would not win.

He had made a promise to himself that he wouldn't do anything about it, and yet he couldn't see his victory.

　So why did Miroku challenge Anko?

　Angolmore had seen through his plan.

　Certainly, there was also the idea that as two demons used by the second, he wanted to make it clear who was higher. But that's by no means the only thing.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of your time in the world.

　It's a good thing that you're not the only one who can do this.
　He stood up, even though he knew he would lose.

　It was much like the way of life of the man named SEVEN that Angolmore saw in his second.

　Win or lose, he was always at the front of the pack, in his youth.

　The blood of the passionate man who spent time with and fought alongside such a man flows through Miroku as well.


Are you sure about this?
"Uh-huh. Don't worry about it. Let's just get it over with.
...... Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm counting on it.
You are a fool. Is that how you want to die?
"Will the Lord rebuke you?
Your hand must be slipping.
It's all the same to me.

　They walked out into the courtyard to face each other.

"Bow to me first. "You shall bow to me first, then to each other. Ready.

　Angolmore, in the air, steps between them and begins to imitate the referees.

　A gallery of title contestants gathered in the gallery to see what was going on.

　The buzz was instantaneous.

　Clearly, the air was different.

　An exhibition?　It's not that kind of half-hearted.

　This is a veritable blood feud.



Let's go!

　At Angolmore's command, Miroku first moved.

　It was the deactivation of the 《Humanization Transformation》. Miroku instantly turned into a three-sided, six-armed Asura and attacked Anko.

　At the same time, Anko also activated the 《Darkness Transformation》 and turned into a large black wolf.


''......!''

　Roughly. The gallery marveled.

　The technique Miroku had performed was that much more.

　Adding a violent lateral rotation to the activation of the 《Ginshou Battoujutsu》, he released an ingenious strike while hiding which of his six arms was the real target by keeping his body in the shadows until just before he drew the sword, a strike that was ingenious.

　It's a move that few would dare to duck on first sight.


　.............







　Miroku was immensely disappointed.


　He had thought of many other consequences, but this fact that just now happened in front of him was the only thing that scared him, making him want to let go of his sword unintentionally.



　Anko had received Miroku's full-length sword with his ---- eyeballs (...).



　And, surprisingly, there is not a single scratch on Anko's eyeball that ...... sword should have gouged out.


'When in wolf form, no physical attacks at all' - it all comes down to this characteristic of the dark wolf.

　This was the reason why Second had assured him that no matter whether Miroku had a hundred or a thousand people, he would not be able to defeat Anko.


　Just one move.

　Without making a single move, and with just one attack, ...... Anko made Miroku lose his will to fight.


　It was too much of a shock to the title contestants who were watching.

　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you're going to be able to get your hands on a new one.


　I don't even have any idea how great that is.

　In the case of the Second, you can still see it. In the case of their extension, you can still see it.

　But in the case of Anko, I don't ...... understand it. I don't know the shadow or the shape.

　That's why it's mind-bogglingly terrifying.


Until then.

　Angolmore ends the match as Miroku looks stunned.

　Looking at Anko, who absent-mindedly transformed into 《Darkness Transformation》 and walked away, the title contestants had expressions of near horror on their faces.



''............ Huh, hahaha!

　Angolmore laughs at one of them.

　He says that everyone here, every single one of them, doesn't understand anything.


　Anko - because he "doesn't understand", he feels horrible because he "doesn't understand".

　The Second - it doesn't feel horrible because it doesn't even "understand" what it "doesn't understand".


　By extension?　Talk about stupid. The Second seems to be doing the same thing as those guys, but they are doing something completely different. As long as it looks like "the same thing", they don't even "get" what they don't "get".

　You can't even get a glimpse of it by coming together and gathering together. They are truly a bunch of crows.
　Humans and demons are such ridiculous creatures, Angolmore sneered.

　And then he felt a sense of superiority. You are the one who understands the Second best, the Great Spirit King, and that is me.