From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 302 The Final Way of the Sword
If the appearance of the big ghost is just a distant dream for most people, then the little ghost that appears in front of the camera, with its possession effect, is a terrifying nightmare that makes everyone tremble with fear!
After all, when you can spot a ghost at a glance, not many people are actually afraid of it. If all else fails, you can always run away!
However, the possessed female host made this idea impossible.

If ghosts can possess people, then the question arises: how do you know whether the people around you or strangers you encounter are human or ghosts?

What are they planning to do? Eat people? Absorb souls? Hide among humans, or secretly carry out a plan to eliminate humanity?

Nobody knows this, and nobody knows it, but that doesn't stop the panic from continuing and spreading rapidly.

Everyone knows that the most terrifying thing in this world is called "the unknown." Unknown monsters and unknown horrors almost mean infinite fear.

This is a deeper level of panic than facing fear directly. Almost instantly, many people filled up the temples, shrines, churches and other similar places around them!
They desperately hoped they wouldn't encounter these "ghosts" and wouldn't become the unlucky ones who were possessed or even eaten by them!
This understanding was also part of the design by those behind the scenes. After all, only fear would drive them to actively seek out the extraordinary and obtain these extraordinary powers, regardless of what they are or what they are good or bad!

……

The Tokyo National Museum is deathly quiet; that's almost the only color here.

After all, this was a building on the road from Adachi Ward to Arakawa Ward, a building that was almost brushed past by that huge ghost. There were no old men sweeping the floor in this building, so it was naturally deathly quiet and empty.

However, a very clear footstep suddenly rang out in the museum.

It sounded like the clatter of wooden clogs, echoing slowly through the empty museum.

If anyone were here, they would be able to see that this man, dressed in a yin-yang robe and wearing wooden clogs, bears a striking resemblance to the "Abe no Seimei" in the portrait next to him!
Yes, during the time when the supernatural was rising all over the world, this historically famous great Onmyoji naturally came into the view of many people and became an object of worship and prayer. Even museums could not resist hanging his portrait.

He seemed to have stepped out of a painting as he approached a sword, looking somewhat wistful: "Dojigiri Yasutsuna, a very familiar sword!"

This was indeed very familiar to Abe no Seimei, because Minamoto no Yorimitsu had consulted him for divination before going to war.

He calculated the special omen of "the blood mist of Mount Ōe obscuring the star Venus", so he specially designed a paper doll to replace Minamoto no Yorimitsu in order to avoid the poison of that terrible demon.

At that time, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was a young man who excitedly told himself that if he returned from his campaign, he would send his children to him to become his apprentices!

"It's a pity that things have changed... Minamoto no Yorimitsu has long since passed away, but the sword forged by Master Yasutsuna is still here!"

His hand reached through the display case, grasped the hilt of the sword, and held it in his hand: "Dojigiri... I hope that even now, you can still cut off Shuten-dōji's head and protect this country once again!"

【Dojigiri Yasutsuna】

It was with this very sword that Minamoto no Yorimitsu beheaded Shuten-dōji, thus giving the sword the name "Dōji-giri" (Child Cutter), making it one of the five legendary swords of Japan.

Today, this knife is making its way back into the world!

The owner of the sword had already made his choice: the successor of the Minamoto family, but he was no longer a young man from the Minamoto family!
Abe no Seimei's eyes flickered twice as he looked into the distance.

……

Genji Minamoto is the boy's name, and this surname is also a source of great pride for his father!

After all, their family was the true direct line of the Seiwa Genji, once a truly supreme existence in this country. Their family had enjoyed an extremely glorious history.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu, Minamoto no Yoritomo, Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, Takeda Nobuyoshi, Tokugawa Ieyasu, and so on—these famous samurai families were all descendants of their clans.

The three great shogunates—the Kamakura Shogunate, the Muromachi Shogunate, and the Edo Shogunate—were all established by their family, truly a lineage that has lasted for millennia!

However, none of this had much to do with Genji. After all, even the direct descendants of the Emperor could fall into the mortal world, let alone the Genji family, which sounded incredibly powerful but had actually long since declined.

The rule of the three great shogunates made everyone extremely wary of the Minamoto clan. After all, this family and its descendants ruled Japan for more than 1,200 years, and almost half of the shogunate era was spent in their shadow. No one wanted to experience a second time like this.

Therefore, even though the Minamoto family had a long history of scholarship and a powerful background, by the time of Minamoto Kenji's father, only a little bit of hope remained.

Who told him to have a grandfather who was obsessed with swordsmanship and a father who took his grandfather's words as gospel?
After his father became obsessed with martial arts, he killed his mother and then committed suicide shortly afterward, leaving behind only ten-year-old Genji and a dilapidated family fortune. How dilapidated was this fortune? Well, there weren't even any relatives who came to fight for his custody.

Despite his dilapidated family business and increasingly impoverished life, Genji has managed to survive until now and has opened this run-down kendo dojo in the suburbs of Tokyo.

"Thinking about it, it's been eleven years..." Genji put away his bamboo sword, thinking with some emotion.

"See you tomorrow, teacher!" Several children, dressed in their regular clothes, walked past him.

"See you tomorrow, drive carefully!" Genji nodded, letting the children pass by before slowly getting up to change into his everyday clothes.

Today is the day to sweep the grave of his teacher, and it is also a rare opportunity for Genji to rest without having to practice swordsmanship.

He set off with a flask of wine and a bamboo sword. His teacher's grave was very close, just over a hundred meters away.

When he was very young, his teacher would often say to him with a smile, "It's good to live close to the cemetery! The closer it is, the closer it will be for you to visit me in the future!"

Later he learned that the real reason was that the teacher knew that no one would come to fight for the inheritance if the kendo dojo was close to the cemetery; they would think it was bad luck.

But only in such a place can an elderly person and a naive teenager be properly cared for.

Thinking about all this, Genji looked at the sword in his hand with a sense of loneliness. Since his teacher passed away, all he had left was the sword!

The young swordsman, carrying his sword and wine, arrived at his teacher's grave, which bore only the inscription: "Grave of Miyamoto Makoto".

Because he is a loner, he cannot use a family name; he can only use his own name.

"Teacher, it's been a long time! I've come to see you again!" Genji said, taking the sword and placing it in front of the grave. He then took out the sake, took out two cups, and placed them carefully.

"You said that I was abandoned by the Minamoto family, and you were abandoned by the Miyamoto family. We're both like that... It doesn't seem so bad!"

He picked up the wine glass, poured the wine, sprinkled it in front of the grave, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"You said that the most important thing in learning swordsmanship is the heart! I have found my own sword heart and defeated many opponents, but why am I not happy at all?"

He poured himself another drink and voiced his doubts.

After completing his training, Genji began to challenge various kendo dojos, exchanging ideas and learning from them—unfortunately, the exchanges were not very smooth, and the learning was not very meaningful.

Because those people are not loyal to the sword at all, and their hearts are not on the sword!
They only think about throwing the match against themselves, hoping they will lose so that everyone else will look good.

After he proposed a real fight, everyone's expressions changed. The public sparring turned into a private battle, and they stopped publicizing the duel. Instead, they wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

These people only care about their own wins and losses, and how much money they can make if they win. They don't care about anything else!
It wasn't until he won many matches that people started to challenge him to a duel, not for the sake of fighting, but for the publicity of losing to the "contemporary sword saint".

Just like those agencies that keep trying to sign him, they're only after his popularity and want to make money off him, not because they want him to improve his kendo.

So Genji returned, avoiding the company, the relatives who came to his door, and all sorts of people, and went to find his teacher, wanting to have a talk.

"Teacher, the way of kendo is dead... All the masters of kendo schools have become slaves to money, parasites of power, rather than practitioners of martial arts!"

He seemed somewhat helpless; even at only 21 years old, the experiences of the past year had left him feeling exhausted.

He knew the world was broken, but he was powerless to do anything about it. Wasn't that a kind of helplessness?
Then, a voice rang in his ear, "Since you say so, it means you have the principles of upholding the will of martial arts and the desire for victory?"

(End of this chapter)