Their objective is the old sword 「Hekihan」.[\s]
The one who gets it wins, and the ones that can't die.
(...You're going to help me, right?)
I completely let my instincts control the movement of her body.
「A girl.」's Li Sushang consciousness murmured.
「You're my sword...」
The kenjou reached its highest position and stopped for a moment, then immediately fell.
Suddenly, a very nostalgic feeling welled up inside Li Sushang.
Have I seen this before?[\s]
Why is the sword falling in front of me so friendly?[\s]
…………
Years ago.
…………
My fingers moved closer to the hilt of my sword.
It was as if the sound of clashing swords rang in her head.
At that very moment, Li Sushang was convinced she had mastered 「Ken'i」.
The despair and disappointment at this moment was greater than ever before.[\s]
The girl is not afraid to die.[\s]
However, he had gained hope and lost it. He’d experienced the agony of climbing up to a peak before falling down
Along with a great regret that seemed to sink into my body.
The screams and trembling never ceased.
「—No!」
The next moment, even if she was about to be cut in half with a single slash...
My instincts refused to admit defeat.
Her extremely hazy consciousness pushed out her bare palm sword
He desperately attacked the enemy, intending to strike a mutual blow.
In this moment, the girl who understood and accepted 「Death.」...
Finally, one step too late...