Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

Is this the power of money?

"Is this the village you mentioned where there are very strong swordsmen?"

Under the moonlight, a man dressed in a kimono with purple snakeskin and black spots, and black riding hakama, slowly walked over.

From behind, he had long, dark red sideburns and a high ponytail, and Yan Sheng had red markings on his left forehead and the right side of his neck.

Viewed from the front, one can sense an indescribable terror. It has six eyes, with red sclera and golden irises. On the iris of its left and right eyes, right in the center, are the characters "上弦" (Shangxian) and "壹" (Yi), respectively.

He was Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, the one who almost killed Shirou Emiya back then.

"Yes, yes, yes!!! That's right! That's right! This is it!"

Beside him stood a white-haired boy whose entire body was covered in bones. His expression was extremely obsequious and humble.

The words "lower moon" and "third moon" are etched in the boy's eyes.

"Then you can die now—!"

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, a slash with irregularly shaped, thin, crescent-shaped blades instantly appeared on the boy's neck.

"Pfft——!"

Bathed in the crimson moonlight, the boy's head flew high into the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Sir, why!"

The boy's eyes revealed deep resentment as his head rolled several times on the ground.

"Brother doesn't need a piece of trash who clings to life in front of humans—! Let your blood return to Lord Muzan."

Kokushibo's six eyes were filled with coldness, showing no regard for his life whatsoever.

"Is that you, Emiya Shirou?!"

Looking at the dark village in the distance, Kokushibo spoke slowly.

According to the boy's description, the mysterious swordsman in this village used attack methods that were extremely similar to those of Shirou Emiya, whom he had faced before.

Because Shirou Emiya destroyed the entire Infinity Castle, she, as Upper Moon One, was constantly mocked by those ranked below her, and was even suppressed by Muzan several times, who told her that she shouldn't be so arrogant and complacent.

During that year, he frantically searched for Emiya Shirou's whereabouts, but only found Tanjiro, who was similar to Emiya Shirou in description.

As a result, they failed to kill Tanjiro, and he escaped.

As a result, Muzan looked down on him even more. If it weren't for his own extraordinary strength, he probably would have lost his position as Upper Moon One long ago.

"If it really is you, I will tear you to pieces!"

As he spoke, Kokushibo approached the village step by step, filled with extreme killing intent.

Chapter 843 The Path of Emptiness Unique to Miyamoto Musashi

"coming!"

Just as Miyamoto Musashi was making a scene, Emiya Shirou saw it—he saw Kokushibo walking step by step along the river on the flat ground.

Miyamoto Musashi also sensed an extremely evil aura coming from ahead.

No matter how carefree we were before, we must now be on high alert.

She could sense that the opponent's strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.

"Let's go, the time has come to prove the effectiveness of this weapon!"

Emiya Shirou commanded Miyamoto Musashi without any burden.

It's not about anything else, but mainly that he can completely cover the fallback. Even if Miyamoto Musashi really doesn't win, it won't affect Emiya Shirou at all.

"Grandpa Muramasa, you really have no qualms about ordering me around!"

Miyamoto Musashi, seeing that Emiya Shirou wasn't going to move an inch, suddenly spoke up and complained, "Damn it, utterly damn it."

If she could defeat him, she would definitely make Shirou Emiya experience what Niten Ichi-ryu is all about.

"Da—! Da—! Da—!"

Before long, heavy footsteps pounded the ground as they arrived in front of Emiya Shirou and Miyamoto Musashi.

Kokushibo stared intently at Emiya Shirou, who stood behind Miyamoto Musashi, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Is it really you?"

The sound carried clearly on the wind.

Emiya Shirou did not answer, but simply looked at Kokushibo. He had not expected that it would be Kokushibo who came over.

After all, he only sent the lower moon back to report the news; he really didn't know which upper moon had come.

It can only be described as a coincidence.

A sense of oppression, like an invisible gravity, gradually rippled from Kokushibo's body.

Standing in front of Shirou Emiya, Musashi Miyamoto also sensed the strong smell of blood and the heavy killing intent emanating from Kokushibo.

"If you want to challenge Grandpa Muramasa, you'll have to defeat me first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Miyamoto Musashi's face turned completely red. What kind of talk was that? It sounded like something a minor extra would say.

As for his lofty and majestic title, he should now directly announce his name as Niten Ichi-ryu, Miyamoto Musashi.

How did it turn into "If you want to challenge Shirou Emiya, you must defeat me first"?

Putting aside others, even Miyamoto Musashi himself suffered from embarrassment.

This must have been done by Emiya Shirou.

It's all Shirou Emiya's fault.

If it weren't for him, my heart would be as still as water.

However, just as Miyamoto Musashi was about to speak again...

"Then shall I tear you to pieces first?"

Kokushibo spoke in complete indifference, slowly drawing out a samurai sword whose hilt and blade were covered with eyeballs.

In that instant, the oppressive aura emanating from him surged dramatically.

"Tsk——!"

Miyamoto Musashi also turned his stern gaze to Kokushibo.

She knew in her heart that if she didn't take this battle seriously, she would be the one to die.

"call--!"

The once peaceful night was suddenly disrupted by an extremely noisy gale that swept across the tranquil land, pressing down the weeds that tried to stand tall.

Miyamoto Musashi and Kokushibo stared at each other from a distance, their eyes meeting in mid-air.

Both sides revealed varying degrees of apprehension in their eyes.

Both were swordsmen, so they could easily tell that neither of them was someone who could be easily defeated.

This battle will surely be a fierce struggle, a duel that will determine life and death.

As for the mutual apprehension, Miyamoto Musashi was naturally more wary. Kokushibo had already broken through the limits of demons several months ago, and his neck was no longer his weakness. Even if he were beheaded, his head would regenerate.

Immediately, breaking the stalemate, it was not Kokushibo who launched the first attack, but Miyamoto Musashi.

"drink--!"

With a powerful roar, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes suddenly sharpened. A swordsman must have an indomitable will!

"Take this!!"

She suddenly stomped on the ground, transforming into a whirlwind, and charged towards the direction of Heishibo.

"Ha! She really can't hold her temper. She's just a little girl! But her courage is commendable!"

Faced with Miyamoto Musashi's sudden burst of momentum, Kokushibo merely chuckled. Under the moonlight, his breathing became extremely rhythmic. Then, without any hesitation, he transformed into a black shadow and charged forward.

After all, even knowing that he was facing Upper Moon One, he still charged forward without hesitation or fear.

He couldn't help but praise her; if it weren't for the fact that Shirou Emiya, with whom he had a deep-seated hatred, was standing behind her, he would have wanted to turn her into a demon.

Little did he know that Miyamoto Musashi had no idea about Upper Moon One; she had been in this world for less than a day.

It should be said that within a few hours, she quickly passed her first unpleasant night in this world.

"Zheng——!"

Golden arcs of light shimmered on the sharp samurai sword.

"laugh--!"

A faint whooshing sound rang out.

The two figures, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, collided and met suddenly in the blink of an eye.

"Breath of the Moon, First Form: Dark Moon, Night Palace!"

"Qiang——!"

With a crisp clash, the eerie red katana sliced ​​through the air, transforming into crimson moonlight, which collided heavily with the katana that shimmered with dazzling golden light.

Accompanying it were sparks that exploded suddenly, like fireworks.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi and Kokushibo both took a small step back, but immediately regained their footing, tightened their stance, and charged forward again.

Only Kokushibo himself noticed that during the previous exchange of blows, his sword, Kyokushin, had shattered.

That weapon was far too sharp.

"Moon Breathing Second Form: Pearl Moon Dance"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

With a whooshing sound, the Hollow Crying God in Kokushibo's hand transformed into a continuous stream of sword light, like streaks of meteors, forming a storm-like sword curtain that enveloped Miyamoto Musashi.

That was amazing skill.

Countless tiny, irregularly shaped, crescent-shaped blades transformed into a dense, impenetrable gust of wind, attacking the enemy before them.