The all-powerful middle schooler

Saeko Busujima murmured softly and shook her head.

How can we change someone like this?

There is only death!

At that moment, she understood a sentence that Hasegawa had once told her.

Killing, sometimes, is a form of redemption.

When she opened her eyes again, Saeko Busujima's murderous intent was uncontrollable, pouring out like a waterfall.

Masao Busujima suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Under the sudden envelopment of killing intent, it was as if a blood-red filter had been applied to his vision, and blood mist filled the entire world. His body became stiff and sluggish.

Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared, cutting through the moonlight.

"Sword Fourteen!"

A fatal moment can strike in an instant!

It was too late to draw the sword.

He could only watch helplessly as the blade sliced ​​across his neck.

"What's this?"

Masao Busujima clutched his neck, where a bright red welt had appeared, and blood was slowly flowing out.

"This is the sword intent I have come to understand."

Saeko Busujima took a deep breath, sheathed her sword, and answered coldly.

"Sword intent? I never expected you, Ya Zi, to have reached such a level..."

"The way of the sword is not as weak as you think... Father, rest in peace. I will continue to carry on the legacy of the Busujima School."

"Heh heh... In terms of swordsmanship alone, you have indeed surpassed me, but... there's more to this world than just swordsmanship!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, her expression changed drastically, and she turned around.

Masao Busujima also turned around at the same time.

To Saeko Busujima's disbelief, the bloodstain she had just made had stopped bleeding.

Masao Busujima wiped away the blood with his finger, and the knife mark on his neck had disappeared.

"It's healed!?"

She exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s right, Yako…this is true extraordinary power! Our battle has only just begun. Now I’ll show you the power of the Killing Stone!”

With a ferocious expression, Masao Busujima roared, and the Killing Stone on his chest shone brightly, releasing all the accumulated blood energy. He transformed into an exceptionally burly man, looking like a beast in human skin.

Saeko Busujima had no time to think about anything else; she could only concentrate and be on guard, releasing her sword intent once more.

However, in this state, Masao Busujima was stimulated by murderous intent and inexplicably entered a berserk state, with blood-red flames igniting from his body.

Hasegawa Izumi, who had been watching the game the whole time, saw it very clearly.

This is the result of the mind being unable to control its own power. And coincidentally, Busujima-senpai comprehended the [Slaughtering Sword Intent]. The combination of the two caused Busujima Masao to lose a part of his mind and be blinded by the killing intent.

"The real test is yet to come."

……

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The voice echoed in Masao Busujima's mind, and his heart was filled with the will to kill, to annihilate everything in front of him.

Therefore, he held back, and violent power poured out from his body. The sword technique he used was not a self-taught move, but an upgraded version of the inherited sword technique.

"Moon Breathing Second Form: Pearl Flower Moon Dance!"

He turned his body and simultaneously unleashed two blades of mingled blood energy, each blade carrying numerous crescent-shaped blood-red blades.

Saeko Busujima could not dodge the two crescent moons that were coming at her, and could only parry.

Thanks to the keen senses she gained from comprehending the killing intent, she promptly noticed the tiny blood-stained blade, twisted her wrist, and blocked it.

Before she could retaliate, Masao Busujima's next move came flying at her.

"Breath of the Moon, Land Form: Long Night, Lonely Moon Without End!"

A series of alternating slashes, the sword energy and blood-red blades seemed to form a sword energy storm, stirring up the sand and gravel on the ground, and the threat it posed was greatly amplified.

Saeko Busujima opened her eyes wide and, without blinking, unleashed several sword strikes, intending to cleave through the void.

However, the bloody blades were so numerous that she couldn't keep up. Several bloody holes suddenly appeared on her body, and the excruciating pain from the blood seeping into her lungs almost made her loosen her grip on the knife.

"sword……"

She endured the pain, intending to launch a surprise attack.

"Breath of the Moon, Eighth Form: Moon Dragon Tail!"

However, the next second, a sword aura like a dragon's tail swept over, and the accompanying giant crescent blades were enough to cause fatal injuries.

15

In Chapter 15, he saw the strongest undead he had buried with his own hands.

"Wow..."

Dust billowed up in the courtyard.

A huge gap, ten meters long, is clearly visible on one side of the courtyard wall. From the irregular fracture, it can be vaguely determined that it is a knife mark.

Saeko Busujima remained motionless, still in the motion of swinging her sword.

The next second, blood gushed from more than a dozen wounds all over his body, like blooming flowers.

Her body trembled, and she quickly plunged her sword into the ground to support herself. Then she used breathing techniques to temporarily stop the bleeding.

There is no doubt that she is seriously injured, even closer to death than before.

But perhaps because of her understanding of sword intent, her limits have also increased, to the point that she still maintains a clear mind and her heart is still beating strongly.

"I still have one more chance to strike...!"

Realizing this, Saeko Busujima felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

How can someone with only one strike turn the tide of battle?

You should know that the strongest blow just now only left a cut on the neck, which healed quickly.

Before I could think too much, the sword energy swept over me again.

"The Breath of the Moon, Form Six, Moon Rainbow, Lonely Moon."

Several massive gusts of wind swept down from above, accompanied by countless crescent-shaped blades falling from the sky.

According to one theory, the reason why people see a revolving lantern before they die is that they are searching for ways to avoid the approaching death based on their past experiences and memories.

As she faced her impending death, countless images flashed through Saeko Busujima's mind.

There were no familial ties involved, but rather the countless little moments that began that day that brought her together with that man…

I long to continue our duels with him, I long to continue hearing his voice, I long...

Looking back on all of this, that's what she really thought.

After the flashback to the scene in her memory, the focus returned to that particular duel.

"Senior Busujima, your sword is too heavy..."

"...Come on! Senior, unleash yourself! Let me see your true self!"

"Senior Busujima, you've already given me quite a bit of fun... I hope this next move will also leave an indelible mark on your memory!"

"Deadly, Chain Attack... Three Immortal Swords!"

It turns out that the seeds of all cause and effect had already been sown long ago.

In that instant, Saeko Busujima finally understood. A sword light flashed in her eyes, a light that had amazed her for the first time in her life. She integrated all that she had learned and seen in her life, creating something entirely of her own—

"Sword Fifteen!"

In another world, the legendary Fifteenth Sword, which was said to be forbidden from existing in the human realm, has finally appeared!

The demonic sword, representing destruction and death, propelled her into a state of profound mystery as she unleashed the strike. Her spiritual power surged forth, turning a deep, inky black, an ominous sight.

The sword energy and blood blades that were originally descending immediately dissipated into the air upon contact with the black energy.

At this moment, it was impossible to tell who among those present was human and who was a ghost.

"Kill the God of Death with one strike!"

Masao Busujima sensed the threat of death and, driven by instinct, enhanced his power, mastering all his techniques. He gathered his surging blood energy and condensed it onto his raised longsword. With a single swing, he unleashed his full killing intent, the surging crimson sword energy seemingly about to cleave everything in its path.

"Destroy!"

Enveloped in black mist, Saeko Busujima seemed devoid of any living breath. Her icy voice seemed to come from hell, and with a casual wave of her hand, she unleashed an endless blade of death.

The sword energy vanished without a trace.

Simultaneously.

A figure darted past.

Then a head flew high into the air and fell to the ground, its expression unchanged, as if it hadn't even realized it was dying.

"finally……"

Exhausted, Saeko Busujima collapsed to the ground. Looking back, she confirmed that her father had already lost consciousness.

"Boom...boom..."

Just then, she heard a rapid heartbeat.

“Isn’t it over yet…?”

Not far away, the headless body stood up again, its chest glowing like a light bulb, and the burning blood flames on its hands transformed into something resembling beast claws, lunging towards her.

"No, it's over."

A figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

“The head of the Poison Island family is dead. Now, another will is controlling his body.”

With a casual slap, the headless body was struck by an invisible force and sent flying several meters away.

"what?"

Saeko Busujima paused for a moment, then her expression turned angry.

Although she was disgusted by her father's behavior, she believed that death was the end of everything, and she would not tolerate such desecration of a corpse.

Unfortunately, she no longer has any strength left.

"Senior, this is something that goes beyond what was agreed upon."

He spoke.

Saeko Busujima understood his implication and didn't force herself to stand up, letting him handle it.

The headless corpse that had fallen to the ground rose defiantly, but only by prostrating itself on all fours, and its legs gradually developed similar beast claws.

"This posture...it reminds me a bit of a fox, doesn't it?"

Hasegawa Izumi stroked her chin, examining the gradually changing state of the headless corpse, and asked with a question in her mind.

Just then, the blood energy transformed into a vague figure, with a bewitching posture that seemed familiar.

It turned out to be the strongest undead that he had buried with his own hands.

"It is you!"

It dawned on him.

"If you're going to die, die cleanly."