Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

Sasaki Kojiro

He is a true "Sword Saint".

Faced with a contest of swordsmanship, she did not believe her opponent would lose.

"For this day."

Seven years have passed.

But to everyone's surprise, the young man with the cross-shaped scar on his face seemed to be reminiscing about something.

"Sasaki Kojiro."

After getting into a sword-drawing stance, Kojiro didn't hide his identity but instead revealed his name.

"!"

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Iori's expression immediately changed drastically.

Memories of standing at the grave more than ten years ago resurfaced.

"Kenshin Himura".

Holding the sword to his chest, the young man with the cross-shaped scar responded in a deep voice.

“Interesting. Then let me see your style.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Yui Masayuki and Miyamoto Iori suddenly realized that the two figures had disappeared.

"Clang!!!"

"clank!!"

(They didn't disappear; it's just that our eyes couldn't keep up with their speed.)

The sound of touching and sparks flew through the air.

Her eyes tried to capture the lightning-fast movement, and Miyamoto Iori's hands, gripping the twin swords, trembled slightly.

For some reason, despite the perilous situation, he felt a surge of excitement.

Dragon Ball Wars

Battles limited to "Saber" (swordsman)

To be able to witness such a sword duel.

He felt he was born in the right era!

Chapter 588: The Swordsman Who Slays Demons and the Peerless Sword Master!

Akasaka

This was a peaceful town, but a disturbance broke out at night.

The flames that erupted everywhere turned it into a terrifying scene.

"Run!!!!"

The shouts of the people could be heard. At the entrance to the town, two newly arrived people stood.

"I thought it would be more peaceful, but it's not the right time."

"It seems a ghost has appeared."

"Excuse me, Saber, could you lend me a hand before I join the war?"

His tone was hearty and generous; despite being a Master, he was incredibly kind and friendly.

Faced with followers, he did not become arrogant, but rather sought them with composure.

"ghost"

Upon hearing this, the man called "Saber" seemed to be lost in some kind of memory.

Her deep red hair, styled in a high ponytail, swayed in the wind. She wore a red haori and had strange markings on her forehead.

"Happy to serve."

"Master."

"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll go over there first."

Despite being a Master, he dared to personally take to the battlefield, even if it wasn't against Heroic Spirits but simply demons. That takes a lot of courage from ordinary people.

"Clap."

Horrifying demons with two horns roam the streets.

"quack?"

Seemingly realizing something, they turned their gaze to a certain intersection.

"Does it react to magic without fear?"

With her hand on the hilt of the sword, Saber slowly drew it out, watching the fleeing people as she moved.

"Pfft!!!"

Faced with these ferocious demons, the man's figure moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers.

In the blink of an eye, he had slain countless demons and ghosts.

They didn't miss a single one.

"Ok?"

Sensing the aura that seemed to have materialized out of thin air, he simply turned his head slightly and saw a gigantic demon, seven or eight meters tall, appear before him.

He held a red golden hammer, had a single horn, and his dark skin looked as if it were stained with blood.

Great Red Demon!

"Roar!!"

With a hiss, the golden hammer, which was larger than the body, came crashing down. If this blow had hit an ordinary person, it would probably have resulted in a blood splatter.

But the man did not waver; he simply raised the blade and whispered...

"Breathing of the Sun"

"Type Three"

"Blazing Red Mirror!"

The slash from right to left drew a brilliant semi-circle of red light.

The light shone on the street, like seeing a miniature sun rising.

It even momentarily stunned those who were watching.

"boom!!"

Flames burning

The enormous demon turned to dust in an instant.

Not even a trace was left.

"It's all over now."

He sheathed his sword, looked at the stunned people lying on the ground, and then comforted them.

"Thank you, sir!!"

"Thank you so much!!"

Ignoring the thanks, he simply ran back towards the areas imbued with the aura of demons and ghosts.

Slay the "ghost".

This was a piece of cake for him.

Having had a similar experience, he will only be stronger now that he has manifested in the world as a Heroic Spirit.

Unlike the "ghosts" in my memory, the demons here seem to be quite sensitive to magic.

Even with a huge gap, we will not back down.

But this also suited his wishes perfectly.

If he doesn't run away but only approaches, he can kill any number of evil spirits that come his way.

The disturbance subsided quickly.

This was perhaps thanks to the rescue by a mysterious person.

That's how the people of Akasaka described it.

They witnessed the ronin wielding a flaming sword slaying demons.

I also saw foreigners from other countries wielding long spears.

More impressive than the efficiency of the officers and soldiers were the two unnamed visitors.