You say this is a love game?

"Have you ever heard of the urban legend called 'Batta-Batta'?"

The nurse said.

"It's a legend that happened in schools and hospitals."

Snap, Snap?

Sang Yuanyang thought for a moment and finally shook his head.

The nurse was not surprised at all and just told them the story.

"Batta-Batta is a terrifying monster. Its origins are difficult to study, but its story begins with a couple."

"Legend has it that there was a pair of lovers who were in love. They were secretly meeting in a deserted corridor. But just as they were expressing their love for each other and swearing to be together forever, a clicking sound was heard from the other end of the corridor."

"Those are the monster's footsteps."

"Then, with a loud bang, the wall was smashed down by PaPaPa, and PaPaPa bit the girl in the couple and swallowed half of her body into his mouth, leaving only the other half dangling outside."

The description of such a horrific scene frightened Mari so much that she trembled all over. The thirteen-year-old girl shrank back on the bed, her big, bright eyes looking towards the nurse's face, but soon fell on the crack of the door where the nurse was.

This feeling is terrible.

When she was a child, Mari Kuwahara always encountered some strange things, and even met some strange people and things. She always had a strange intuition in her heart, urging her to stay away from those strange things.

She had also told her family about it, but what she saw and heard seemed to be just a child's imagination.

And now, the strange premonition that had been accumulating for a long time came to her mind again. She wanted to take a glimpse of the nurse's full appearance through the crack in the door, but she felt terrified and uneasy.

"It hurts!"

The nurse lowered her voice, but tried to make it sound like a scream.

She scared Sang Yuanyang.

Sang Yuanyang stood up subconsciously. He wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on the woman's face. The other person's charming smile made him lose his mind and he stood there in a daze.

"I'm going to die!" the girl shouted. At this time, her hand was still tightly held with the boy's, so she shouted for him to save her, but the boy just screamed in fear, forcibly shook off the girl's hand, and fled downstairs without looking back.

The nurse's speech became faster and faster, almost as if she was trying to force the story into someone else's head.

What was strange was that the patients who were sleeping soundly did not make any noise and did not seem to be disturbed by the nurses at all.

"He thought he had escaped."

The nurse's tone suddenly lowered.

"But then, 'Pa-Pa-Pa...' he heard a noise behind him, and he felt someone grab his leg. He turned around and saw it was his lover... The girl was being bitten by the monster, and the monster was following him closely. The girl was holding onto his leg tightly, saying to him - help me."

When the nurse imitated the mournful cry for help so vividly, Sang Yuanyang's heart skipped a beat, but the nurse outside the ward smiled slightly. This smile seemed to have some magical power that instantly eased Sang Yuanyang's mood.

At this time, he patted his chest and laughed dryly: "Should I say that the nurse is a good storyteller? This story does sound a bit scary."

It's probably due to the environment and psychological factors.

No matter how scary the story is, it still tests the eloquence of the narrator. Some people who can't mobilize emotions will not make people feel surprised or scared even if they tell ghost stories... This kind of mood must be created by matching the scene and atmosphere.

There is no doubt that this quiet hospital late at night is the perfect place to create an atmosphere of terror.

"Is that so..."

The nurse still smiled.

blah blah blah...

Sangyuan Yang's ears stood up and trembled slightly for a moment.

Click, click…click, click…

There was a very clear noise coming from far away, like the sound of feet or hands hitting the ground, and the flesh and blood collided with the hard ground, making a sticky noise.

“Pah-pah-pah!”

The nurse seemed to have noticed something as well. She stopped smiling and looked to the right in surprise.

"Ahhh!!"

She seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and the expression on her face instantly twisted into horror. That frightened expression seemed to carry some kind of pitiful magic. Sang Yuanyang also realized that the situation was not good at this time. He rushed forward without hesitation, stretched out his hand to the nurse, and was about to drag her into the ward.

boom! ! !

A blazing blade flashed before Sang Yuanyang's eyes.

He successfully pulled the nurse in... Of course, he only pulled the nurse's hand.

"?!"

Pupil earthquake.

When had Sang Yuanyang ever seen such a scene? He clutched the severed arm in his hand, momentarily lost in shock. His brain briefly shut down for two seconds before he let out a heartbreaking scream.

Outside the ward, the nurse's screams were obviously more shocking than the young man's. The strong sense of shock and anger in her expression made Mizutani Makoto smile slightly.

Now, he is in the "distortion".

The public corridor remained the same as before, though it seemed a bit more eerie. The two patients who had been lying in the ward were also gone, having been abandoned to the world by a click.

This time, only Kuwabara Yo and Kuwabara Mari were captured.

The hunting ground is not a crack, but a distortion formed by the monster itself.

It was the same principle as how Makoto Mizutani used Chidori to create a twisted barrier and kill those evil cult priests. These monsters set up hunting grounds and forcibly killed innocent people there.

If it is eaten by a monster in the distortion, the outside world can only judge it as "missing".

"About midway."

Chidori has not yet entered the state of summoning the spirit, and is now whispering in his heart.

Although she suffered a setback in the divine domain of Miozu, Miozu is one of the few mad-level gods in Japan. As the true darling of the world, she can naturally look down on all the monsters in the world.

Therefore, her evaluation of Chidori was just average... The reason was simple. There was no folklore or legend in this world that was nobler than the gods.

But Ootengu's evaluation is obviously not of any reference value. As a demon sword princess that is rarely seen in a century, Chidori's strength has always made Mizutani Makoto extremely satisfied.

And now, she has digested Tang Shizi's spiritual core, and has inherited a unique skill from Tang Shizi.

"But it won't be useful against a small boss of this level."

In other words, they are not considered small bosses.

A mere mid-level player, now he's nothing more than a chicken or a dog! At best, he's an elite monster!

Mizutani Makoto held Chidori Maru in his hand, and the sword energy formed by fire thunder was surging on the sword edge. He showed a cruel smile to the urban legend in front of him.

The nurse was screaming in shock and anger, and at the site of her broken arm, threads of flesh were surging, reshaping a new left arm.

This patata patata resembled a skinned, bloody bullfrog, its muscles exposed to the air, making the air filled with a bloody smell. As for its size, it was about the size of a car, and it seemed particularly crowded in this public walkway.

But although it looks like a bullfrog, it walks by crawling on all fours.

And from that bloody mouth, a tongue extended out, and the tip of the tongue was connected to the upper body of a young woman. This "bait" setting can be regarded as a common template in the ghost story material library.

It is difficult to verify the origin of this myth.

But many urban legends did emerge afterwards, all of which were created based on the template of "beautiful women are the tongues used by monsters to lure victims."

"who are you?"

"It's going to kill you."

There was a clattering sound, and half of the nurse's body showed an angry look, followed by a scream. The clattering bird did not run away, but rushed towards him!

Come on!

Mizutani Makoto was overjoyed. A deafening thunderclap disappeared in the distortion, and a ronin boy wearing light armor and holding a large sword walked out of the thunder.

At this moment, Sang Yuanyang was shocked by the movement outside, and subconsciously shrank back to the corner of the ward, but at this moment the door of the ward had been completely blown open by the heat wave, and the scene outside was clearly visible.

In his astonished eyes, blazing flames and lightning burst out from the young man's blade, and the sharp breath attached to it actually cut through the wall!

Amidst the dense sounds of earth and rocks breaking, the blade ignored the narrow terrain of the public walkway and slashed out with one blow, smashing the obstructing wall and half of the nurse's body that was rushing towards it. The nurse's head was cut off directly, and large chunks of flesh and blood were also chopped off from the bullfrog-like body.

"Ho ho ho ho!!"

The monster, as big as a car, let out a deafening wail. The headless nurse clutched her broken neck tightly with both hands and shook her body wildly like a severed earthworm. A large amount of blood spurted out, staining the hospital walls black and red.

Sword energy!

Now, Mizutani Makoto wields his sword with extraordinary ease.

The so-called sword energy is the magical power that the swordsman creates with a very small amount of spiritual power, physical strength, indestructible sword heart, and will. This sword energy is the qualitative change of the samurai profession. When he can unleash sword energy with every strike, and these sword energies do not consume much of his physical strength at all, he is the samurai uncle that Onmyojis fear the most.

Under the same conditions, what can stop a warrior who wields a sword and can easily cut through steel?

The figures crowded in the aisle began to retreat in fear.

How could Mizutani Makoto let her escape?

Mari Kuwahara also trembled in a daze, but her performance was a little more reliable than that of Yang Kuwahara. Now she supported her sore knees and staggered down from the hospital bed. She actually walked to the door of the ward and leaned half of her body out to look outside.

Mizutani Makoto didn't even need to release many skills. He relied on his brute force and swordsmanship to fight. Such a thrilling hunt was something he had never experienced in the previous Eclipse Battle.

After he got this master-level sword art, he had been busy hunting down monsters and Onmyojis. At that time, he always felt a sense of urgency, and the faster he killed, the better. He had no intention of calming down and feeling the pure joy brought by this sword art.

The subsequent old rat wave was simply too low-level, a bunch of paper-level monsters that didn't even make him excited.

But the sound of "pat, pat" is a good whetstone.

"What is the master-level Niten Ichiryu?"

According to Mizutani Makoto's understanding, this should be the realm of Musashi Chika, the founder of Niten Ichiru.

Of course, there is definitely a gap in proficiency between him and Musashi, but at least they are on the same starting line.

And returning to the discussion of "Kendo"——

The so-called introduction is the practice of various theoretical knowledge and techniques. Mizutani Makoto did not encounter a bottleneck at this stage and quickly jumped into the next stage.

The so-called mastery is the coordination of yin and yang. After realizing the essence of Ertian Yishu, one can truly achieve the seamless integration of double sword movements and the unimpeded complementarity of yin and yang.

This is also the limit of hard work.

Mizutani Makoto was stuck at the proficiency level of 4999/5000 for a while. To break through from this level to the next, pure practice alone was meaningless. What was needed was personal understanding, experience, and talent... Only by truly understanding the heart of the sword could one step into the next level.

That is, the master.

Mizutani Makoto's understanding is "one and two are as one".

Unifying the "one" of a single sword and the "two" of a double sword into "one" is the highest state of "single and double are not two".

According to Musashi, although the long sword and the short sword are used separately, their root lies in unified control.

But how could every swordsman who reached the master level possibly follow the rules? Everyone's experience was different, and the swords they practiced were also completely different.

Mizutani Makoto learned a lot of the influence of Tennen Rishin-ryu from Kitajima En, which is reflected in his "one and two as one" technique, where two swords can be used like one, and at the same time, one sword can be used like two swords.

The two are convertible into each other.

In addition to being proficient in dual swordsmanship, you must also be proficient in single swordsmanship.

Swinging fists, shaking swords, swift feet... Mizutani Makoto clearly only had a sword in his hand, but it gave people the feeling that he was holding one in each hand, spinning wildly like a windmill.

The thick tongue bounced on the blade of his knife and was cut off by him.

The headless nurse's neck was growing granulations, but was cut off from the chest by the flashing big robe, leaving a piece of her entire upper body missing!

Makoto Mizutani was not in a hurry to kill Bataba, but instead fought with it, engaging in a battle with the monster, using the sharp sword energy and splashing blood to verify his swordsmanship.

Mizutani Makoto also knew which direction he should go next.

——Other styles of kendo.

As a sword master, how can you not be open-minded?

As for that supreme realm of emptiness, one must gather the strengths of hundreds of schools in order to have a glimpse of its tip of the iceberg.

Like——

"Hungry Wolf!"

It was Kitajima En's execution technique at the time, but it was definitely changed when applied to monsters. The blunt strike with the hilt of the sword was deleted. Mizutani Makoto, holding the large sword, was like a wolf with bared fangs, weaving through the intertwining arms, and with one sword he hit the jaw of the rattling beast head and lifted it up heavily!

In an instant, a fountain of blood gushed out.

Mizutani Makoto pressed forward relentlessly, turned around and punched the mutilated half of the woman who was rushing towards him. He drew out his large sword with the momentum of turning around, and Mizutani Makoto stepped on the monster's forelimbs and kicked hard, immediately stepping on its head with the large sword.

Down—and in!