"Tengu-group, Hana-group. All have fallen."
Miyamoto Shio's eyes widened in anger, gritting his teeth tightly as he unwillingly said, "Right now, only the Kaze-gumi and Hi-gumi remain. Head of the family, what should we do?"
"Let the others retreat. Leave this to me."
Gen Chisei lowered his gaze and calmly said, "Since ancient times, wars with the Dragon King have always ended with swords, haven't they?"
"Head of the family!"
Miyamoto Shio's pupils constricted. He sensed a determination to die from the young man.
"No need to say more. This is my responsibility."
Gen Chisei smiled slightly and said, "Don't forget, I'm the heir of the royal bloodline, 'Amaterasu.' It is meant for me to break this curse."
"Forgive my bluntness, Head of the family," Miyamoto Shio said seriously, "With your current strength, facing the Eight-Headed Serpent alone will only lead to death!"
"No, I will win."
Gen Chisei stood by the open hatch, his black coat fluttering in the wind. "Because no one else can stop it but me."
Ancient, solemn Word Soul descended from the sky, echoing like the language of the gods.
The realm of kingship enveloped the Well of Bones, forcefully pushing back the approaching Eight-Headed Serpent that was about to crawl out of the well.
"This is... my mission!"
Gen Chisei grasped the hilts of the two swords, the Spider Cutter and the Onikiri Ankan, as they were unsheathed with a loud clang.
Then, he leaped out of the hatch. His coat billowed in the high sky, carrying the legendary demon-slaying swords and the realm of kingship, falling like a meteor.
"Head of the family!"
Miyamoto Shio shouted loudly, but could not stop him.
He knew very well that Gen Chisei might never return. He was going with a resolve to die.
"No, there must be another way!" Miyamoto Shio's forehead was covered in veins, his mind racing for a way to defeat the Eight-Headed Serpent.
Sweat poured from him, a sign of overthinking, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't find any way to defeat it, other than Gen Chisei's fall.
"Do I really have to do this?"
Miyamoto Shio stared blankly, collapsing weakly into the chair. He muttered, "Chisei, once you inject the dragon blood, there's no turning back."
The only way for Gen Chisei to fight the Eight-Headed Serpent was to let the dragon blood inside him surpass the critical blood limit.
Only by becoming more like a dragon could he defeat the dragon!
How ironic… To escape the curse of royal blood, he must be deeply corrupted and become the hated dragon.
At that moment, a voice came through the radio:
"Do you need my help?"
"It's you…" Miyamoto Shio's face changed slightly as he heard the voice. "Gen Chime? No, Kazama Ruri! Aren't you supposed to be under guard?"
"Hehe, I just asked them to help me with a small favor," Kazama Ruri's voice carried a hint of playful tone. "But that doesn't matter. What matters is… Do you want to save Gen Chisei?"
"What do you mean?!"
Miyamoto Shio froze for half a second, then said warily, "What are you up to, Kazama Ruri?"
"Up to something? No, you misunderstand," Kazama Ruri laughed lightly. "I already said, I only want to destroy this world. But before that… no one can take Gen Chisei's life, not even a Dragon King or God. He belongs to me!"
Gen Chisei fell straight down like a shooting star.
At that moment, Herzog, his body aflame with gasoline, seemed like a madman, shouting "God!" as if in madness.
Looking at the frenzied Herzog, Gen Chisei felt a mix of emotions deep inside. He had once relied on him and even regarded him as a 'father.' But now… he was just someone lost in the delusion of dragon blood, fallen into the path of evil spirits.
"Look, Chisei, God!"
Herzog showed no signs of fear, still shouting, "Soon, we will walk the path of our ancestors, like Izanagi in the myths, becoming the new king!"
"No, it won't happen, Mr. Masamune."
Gen Chisei took a deep breath, gripping the sword's hilt and lowering his body. "This is the last time I'll call you that. Masamune, with your grudges and ambitions, disappear completely. Yamata no Orochi doesn't need the White King!"
He stepped forward, drawing his blade.
Clang!
A flash of bright light from the sword as Gen Chisei moved past Herzog, maintaining the stance with his sword drawn.
"Gen Chisei…"
Herzog's eyes widened as he pressed his hand to the wound on his neck. His head rolled off his shoulders and hit the ground, blood pouring out like a fountain.
"Goodbye, Mr. Masamune."
Gen Chisei silently mourned in his heart, then shifted his gaze to the well, where a monstrous creature lurked. "Now, it's your turn!"
He pushed off the ground, the earth shaking beneath his feet as debris flew into the air. Using the momentum, he surged forward.
Word Soul: Kingship!
With the boost of the Kingship field, Gen Chisei's dual swords felt as heavy as a thousand tons. They struck the Eight-Headed Serpent climbing the well with a tremendous force.
The legendary swords, "Onikiri Ankan" and "Spider Cutter," easily sliced through the pale scales under the force of gravity, sparks flying in the surrounding flames, illuminating Gen Chisei's cold, indifferent face, as hard as stone.
The shattered dragon scales made the Eight-Headed Serpent roar in fury, eight golden eyes locking onto the tiny figure.
In the next moment, its tail, covered in sharp spikes, swung out in an arc.
Gen Chisei had just stabilized himself when he sensed the attack coming from above. Instantly, he crossed his arms, holding the two demon-slaying swords in a cross shape to block.
Boom!!!
The sharp tailbone came crashing down with the weight of a mountain, its force overwhelming.
With both swords raised to block, Gen Chisei's forehead bulged with veins, every ounce of strength from his flesh and blood squeezed out, struggling with all his might just to hold on and not be knocked down by a single blow.
His internal organs, even his bones and muscles, felt like they were about to be shattered by this strike!
"Is this the curse that has lingered deep in the bloodline of Yamata no Orochi for centuries?!" Gen Chisei struggled to lift his head, his pupils glowing with fierce gold.
As he exerted force with his entire body, he rolled awkwardly to the side. "The curse has haunted us for over a thousand years, but today, it ends!"
Without any time to catch his breath, Gen Chisei quickly regained his stance, pushing his speed to the limit as he charged toward the Eight-Headed Serpent at the well's opening.
Whoosh!
In less than the time it takes to blink, Gen Chisei's figure turned into a blur.
"God, die!"
In the wind, the sound of the Grim Reaper's bell rang.
Gen Chisei's speed was at its peak, so fast that even the sound of wind couldn't keep up with his footsteps.
Was it a single strike? No, it was impossible to see. The dense sword flashes poured down like liquid mercury, the blades carrying intense wind pressure, sweeping over the Eight-Headed Serpent at the well's edge.
If Inuyama Katsu were here, he would probably be shocked.
Because the ultimate speed achieved by his years of refined technique, the ninth-tier burst of speed, was easily surpassed by Gen Chisei in this moment!
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