【Sword Soul】 (Chapter 1)

Soul Power? Sword Soul Chapter 1: First Arrival in Another World vs. Taki
"The strongest sword in this world is the legendary evil sword, Soul Edge. If you are truly a swordsman from another world, as you claim, your mission in this world is probably to reunite the shattered evil sword." The old man before me, who called himself a master swordsmith and bore the name Muramasa, spoke to me with a serious expression.
My name is Li? Kamiizumi? Ayato, a descendant of the Li family and the Kamiizumi family through marriage. My father, sent to Japan by the head of the family, my grandfather, for training, worked in Chinatown upon arrival and had a significant conflict with the local yakuza. He was forced to fight those sent by various yakuza groups in Tokyo who came to harass him. His 'Li Family Nine Fist Sword' and 'Azure Lotus Sword Song' defeated countless other styles, earning him some small fame in Tokyo. Starting from this point, my father became embroiled in a bizarre sword duel that had been raging for centuries at the University of Tokyo, where he was studying. It was through this that he met my mother—Kamizumi Kanae of the Kamiizumi family. Apparently, there were others like Miyamoto Iori of the Niten-ryu school, Iijō Mitsuri of the Tenma Shinka-ryu Shinto school, Hattori Kuroi of Iga-no-sato… but in the end, only Kamiizumi Kanae became my mother.
I was born in China and grew up constantly traveling between China and Japan. However, the world I currently inhabit is neither Japan nor China, and it's probably not even Earth. More seriously, I can't even determine the current historical period.
In this world called "Soul Blade," the entire social system seems the same as in ancient times, but the geographical environment is completely different from what's recorded in my family's historical records. I even suspect that this might be an ancient Earth in another parallel world.
It all began when I received that ancient fragment, radiating a strange light, from Uncle Li as a nineteenth birthday present. My second uncle said this was a fragment of the evil sword 'Soul Edge,' which had once caused great riots in Europe. It was eventually sealed by the spirit sword 'Sword of Soul,' forged by a branch of the Li family. This history was buried in the ensuing 300-year Dark Ages of Europe, and no one could ever find the details again. Although I don't know if that story is true or not, this supposedly evil sword fragment, bought from an antique shop, is still incredibly precious to me, a history and swordsmanship enthusiast. I'm truly grateful to my second uncle for getting such a fitting birthday gift.
I cherish this fragment immensely, but when I was wiping it, I accidentally cut my finger and was sucked into a strange light. When I awoke, I was in this bizarre world…
It took me nearly ten days to roughly understand the background of where I found myself.
It's an island nation, probably based on the Japanese setting of this world I entered, currently in the Tenpo era. On the other side of the sea are the Li Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, further away is the Abbasid Caliphate, and beyond that, this island nation is Greece, a place no one has ever reached before. From this perspective, a large part of the geographical location is missing; moreover, the timeline doesn't match up. The Tianbao era and the Tang Dynasty are not from the same era at all, separated by several hundred years. That's why I can't determine if this is another period of Earth.
I spent another three days traveling to Kyoto. Kyoto is a melting pot of all sorts of people, making it the perfect place for me to search for data.
It was here that I first heard about the Evil Sword from the old man in front of me.
"Hmm. The Evil Sword really exists..." I pondered, gaining a general understanding of my mission. It seemed I would need to collect all the fragments of the Evil Sword and revive it in this world before I could return to my original world.
"The fragment in your hand, in my old man's eyes, is absolutely a genuine fragment of the Evil Sword. How about it? Why don't you hand it over to me, and I, Muramasa, will forge you a true peerless divine weapon inlaid with the Evil Sword fragment." When I was inquiring about the Evil Sword in the tavern, this guy who called himself the famous swordsmith Muramasa automatically came up to me, asking to see the fragment's authenticity and to hear about my background. Anyway, this old man was weak and powerless, and I needed the data about the Evil Sword he had, so I told him everything. My original plan was to kill him if he didn't keep his word after the information exchange, but since he said he would keep the secret, letting him go wouldn't be a bad idea. Meaningless killing should be avoided.
"Alright, but I'll supervise you during the forging process. Also, the Emperor's grand martial arts tournament will begin in three months, so you must be ready before then."
Three months passed quickly. On the eve of the tournament, when Muramasa placed the Muramasa sword, radiating an eerie light, before me, I admit I was genuinely astonished.
"The fragment of the evil sword is embedded in this notch in the blade. It can be removed at any time, but even if it is removed, it is still an absolute demonic sword..." Ignoring Muramasa's incessant chatter, my real surprise stemmed from the fact that this sword was exactly the same as a Nodachi Muramasa I had seen in a museum—not only the inscription and style, but even the tiny notch on the hilt was identical. How could this be? Had I inadvertently made history?
"By the way, be careful. I recently heard that a female demon-slaying ninja has her eye on you since you possess the evil sword. Make sure you hide the fragment well." The old man was alright, but female ninjas... I'm not one to shy away from them.
"Son, remember this: female ninjas, unless they're dinosaurs, are generally the cream of the crop, especially those from the 'Thunder Ninjas.' If you encounter one... don't miss the chance..." Remembering my dad's earnest yet stern admonition when I was fourteen, I roughly understood what a female ninja was like.
The next day, I took my Muramasa sword, named "Mei," to the World's Greatest Sword Tournament. Although it was called the World's Greatest Sword Tournament, the skill level wasn't as high as I'd imagined. After defeating dozens of swordsmen without major incident, I advanced to the finals. My
opponent in the finals was truly unexpected: "Founder of the Shinkage-ryu, Kamiizumi Ise-no-kami Fujiwara no Nobutsuna, nice to meet you, come on!"
It was truly surprising, but I was also very curious. What would happen if the modern Shinkage-ryu, refined by time and fused with the Lee Family's Nine Fist Sword, which I created as the Lee Family Shinkage Ga-ryu, faced off against the original Shinkage-ryu, unchanged by its creators and preserving its original creative principles?
"Ayato Kamiizumi, Lee, I am from the Lee family's Shinkage style. Please give me your guidance."
Kamiizumi's ancestor's sword was an unnamed katana, about 78 centimeters long, while my Muramasa notachi was at least 140 centimeters long. Comparatively, my attack range and distance were significantly superior. However, when that black unnamed katana deftly deflected my attack and slashed at me from that fleeting opening, I finally understood why the Shinkage style's motto is "strike first after the opponent has moved." In this respect, my mother, who often had her clothes torn and her wooden sword slipped from her hand by my father's Lee family's Kyuuki Kenshin during practice, then was relentlessly beaten until she was utterly powerless, drenched in sweat, her private parts exposed, and could only groan on the dojo floor, probably didn't inherit the essence of Kamiizumi Nobutsuna's Shinkage style. But now is not the time to praise my ancestors. I tilted my head, barely dodging the blow that grazed my hair, and took a few steps back to regroup and prepare for battle.
In Japanese history, there have been many swordsmen who have earned the title of Sword Saint, but many kendo practitioners believe that the only true Sword Saints in Japanese history are Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, the founder of the Shinkage-ryu school, and Tsukahara Bokuden, the founder of the Kashima Shinto-ryu school. And now, as I am dueling with one of them, I finally understand the meaning of that statement.
Taking the "counter-attack first" principle to its extreme, every sword strike, though swift, is meticulously calculated in the mind. A swordsman's swordsmanship improves through training and conditioned reflexes, accelerating the swing speed. A swordsman at the level of a sword saint wields his longsword at near-sonic speeds with absolute mental control (Note: In the real world, some whip masters can easily break the sound barrier with their whip tips; the crisp sound is caused by the whip tip breaking the sound barrier. For a master like Lord Kamiizumi, a sword speed at sonic level is practically guaranteed, not to mention the upcoming "Cloud Radiance"). He doesn't fear injury; every injury he receives, through absolute mental control, is used to inflict even more wounds on his opponent. Add to that the footwork called "Shrinking Earth" and the sword-spinning technique called "Cloud Chariot"—this is the strength of my ancestor.
This strength is probably comparable to another ancestor of mine who possessed the strength of a sword saint, created the prototype of the Li Family's Nine Fist Sword, and was invincible in ancient China as the Sword Demon. However, being dull-witted, I did not inherit the talents of my two ancestors. Therefore, under the tutelage of one of them, Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, I could only maintain a defensive posture. Even so, I continued to accumulate wounds, and defeat was inevitable.
But in the end, I still won. Because of the power of the evil sword fragments attached to my nodachi, I did not feel pain when I was injured. Instead, endless power surged from the wounds in my body. Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for me not to win. I used the breaking sword style of the Li Clan's Nine Fist Sword to deflect the sword of my exhausted ancestor Nobutsuna and pointed it at his chest.
After this battle, I won the championship of the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. The prize was the "Chi You Armor" and the "Mo Xie Sword" from the Eastern China Continent. I was also awarded the title of "Sword Saint" and appointed as the Imperial Military Advisor. I had my own residence in the Imperial Palace in Kyoto, and the fact that I possessed the demon sword Muramasa, which could emit a blue aura, spread throughout the world along with the name of the Sword Saint.
I gave the Moye Sword to Kamiizumi Nobutsuna because I already had my own sword. Having another sharp weapon would only diminish my unity with the sword, so it was better to give it away. Besides, the battle with my ancestor had greatly improved my swordsmanship theory. I figured that in a few years, my true strength would catch up with Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, the Sword Saint. In that respect, I owed my ancestor a debt. However, it wasn't until after several days of drinking, discussing the wind and moon, and exchanging sword techniques with Kamiizumi Nobutsuna at the Tengetsuro Pavilion, watching him leave Kyoto to continue his travels, that I realized I had interfered with history again: I finally knew the origin of the Moye Sword, a family heirloom in my mother's family.
For a while afterward, as a military strategist, I read through the Imperial Family's library and practiced various ancient sword techniques, thoroughly enjoying myself. Should I go home? Going home is a given, but there's no need to rush. Since this world is so complete, if it were an RPG, there would inevitably be a next branch of the questline. If it's real history, there's even less reason to rush. The previous two examples have already proven that history cannot be changed, so rushing won't help.
The next change came quickly, just a month after Kamiizumi left.
I was wearing comfortable samurai clothes, lying in bed, and quickly fell asleep. Then a soft "ripping" sound woke me from my dream. I've always been a light sleeper. I was very familiar with that sound; it was the sound of a door or window being ripped.
As the only son of the Kamiizumi family, a branch of the Yagyu family, one of the Six Families of Kyoto, I also have considerable knowledge of the ninjutsu of the Hattori main family, another of the Six Families of Kyoto. That sound definitely came from a ninja, probably using a grappling hook to climb up to the second floor of the palace. But how did he know which room I was staying in?
I moved my hand to the nodachi under the covers, closed my eyes slightly, and made snoring noises, pretending to be asleep. In the moonlight, I could see a slender figure in red. It was her, not him; I think I already knew who it was. After confirming that no one was around, she opened the window and leaped into my room from the roof tiles. Then she walked towards the sword rack where I usually kept my sword.
"Who is it?" I sat up abruptly and looked at her. She flinched, turned around, and immediately unleashed a barrage of shuriken. Fortunately, I was prepared and drew my sword, drawing circles in the air to deflect all the shuriken.
"Who is it!" The sound attracted the attention of the guards outside. Immediately, several guards rushed in, spears in hand and torches in hand. The figure in red casually unleashed another barrage of shuriken. After the first few guards fell, she leaped out of the window and dashed away from the roof tiles.
"Sword Saint, are you alright?" The guards who followed behind directed the others to light candles and asked me anxiously.
"Okay, it's alright," I replied quickly. "Keep an eye on everything here, check the Emperor's room, I'm going after them." I snatched the torch from the guard, tied the Muramasa Meiichimonji in my other hand to my belt, and then leaped out of the window, chasing after the red-clad figure who had already disappeared into the distance on the roof tiles.
Running on roof tiles is a ninja's forte, and they also have tools like ropes to use. Ideally, a ninja's body should weigh 70 kilograms so they can lift themselves with one hand. From all aspects, it's no exaggeration to say that ninjas are one of the strongest individual combat units. I used all my strength to barely catch up with the red-clad female ninja. I was certain she was a female ninja because the two protruding points on her body, which bounced up and down as she ran and jumped, made it clear that she was definitely a female ninja. To paraphrase my childhood friend, the lecherous ninja Hattori Sōsei, who's known as the reincarnation of Hattori Hanzō: "What's the point of having such big breasts if you're a ninja who needs to be agile? That's why those female ninjas from the branch family, no matter how hard they try, can always be defeated by me." The
surrounding scenery rushed past. I kept adjusting my direction, leaping over different rooftops, climbing the walls, and jumping onto tree branches, advancing through the various natural obstacles of the forest, until I saw the female ninja who had been in front of me jump down from a branch and stand on a stone training ground, or rather, a fighting platform. I realized I had lost my way in this sea of trees. But oh well, I had no intention of going back anyway.
With a few leaps, I landed on the stone training ground, a 25x25 meter square paved with uneven stone bricks. In the center was a circle with a powerful ancient Japanese kanji character engraved on it: "忍" (ninja). It seemed this was where this female ninja practiced.
The bright, clear moonlight spilled across the earth. I looked up, pointing at the female ninja before me, and asked, "Who are you? How did you know my location? What is your relationship with the Evil Sword?"
This female ninja, who had easily infiltrated the Imperial Palace, was tall and shapely, her figure exquisitely curvaceous. I estimated her to be close to 180 centimeters tall, easily surpassing even myself, who was already tall among my peers, and shorter than most men. She stood about ten meters away from me, wearing a demon mask, coldly observing me, exuding a wild and alluring aura. Her
smooth black hair, held back with a hairpin in a ponytail, cascaded down her shoulders, reflecting a silvery light in the moonlight. The black eyes revealed by the demon mask radiated a ruthless killing intent, radiating an imposing presence. Her shoulders and forearms were clad in black ninja attire with gold trim, serving both concealment and protection. Her arms, seemingly lacking in muscle, seemed to possess boundless explosive power, capable of delivering a fatal blow to any male opponent who might be tempted by her alluring figure.
Her curvaceous, devilish figure was encased in a red ninja bodysuit. To allow for easy movement of her arms, the bright red ninja outfit was sleeveless, with wide-open shoulders revealing her hairless armpits and a glimpse of her breasts. Her enormous breasts stood erect like mountains, clearly defined dots against the tight-fitting outfit. Incredibly, those breasts, which I believe were at least an F-cup, remained perfectly upright, showing no signs of sagging. One couldn't help but wonder if the ninja village was so starved that she had grown up eating papayas. The tight, elastic bodysuit covered her from the neckline to the soles of her straw sandals; it was truly incomprehensible how she managed to wear such a form-fitting outfit without any openings at the feet. Although the full-body bodysuit didn't reveal her thighs, the tight fit unintentionally emphasized their roundness, fullness, and strength, further highlighting her beauty and allure.
Rikimaru and Sekkimaru, these two demon swords that have always been in my hands? Muramasa Meiichimonji, a small katana with a red and gold hilt that constantly trembles, is carefully inserted into two red and gold scabbards, tied behind her back with a silver breast strap. The breast strap, worn as a precaution to prevent her breasts from hindering her agility, is tied below her breasts, further emphasizing her already extremely prominent breasts. Below the breast strap, her incredibly slender waist curves slightly inward before continuing to expand outward in a beautiful curve into her magnificent hips. Further down, the base of her thighs can be seen to be slightly protruding under the emphasis of her tight-fitting clothes. This subtle and provocative outfit makes people's mouths dry and swallow hard, while also arousing their imagination and making it difficult to concentrate.
"Put down the evil sword, then cripple your arms, promise never to use a sword again, and never touch anything related to the evil sword again, and I'll spare your life." The sexy and aloof female ninja's eyes flashed with intense killing intent, and her lips, beneath the fangs of her demon mask, appeared exceptionally red, but the words uttered from her cherry-like mouth were icy.
"Impossible. Finding the evil sword is something I will definitely do. I not only want to find the fragments, but I also want to bring the evil sword back to the world. This is something I must accomplish. Just like your vow to completely destroy the evil sword, for me, the demon slayer? The disciple of the demon-fighting demon, Duoxi, that is also an absolute vow." Hearing me reveal her identity, her past, and even address her master, whom she considered like a father, and her real name, Duoxi's delicate eyebrows immediately rose, her pretty face filled with uncontrollable rage. Coupled with the demon mask, she truly had the air of a Rakshasa princess. I didn't care and continued, "I'm right here. If you're so capable, come at me yourself. If you can defeat me, I don't care if you cripple my arms or even take my life. But you'd better be prepared..."
I learned about the demon-slaying and the female ninja Taki from the royal family's records. I had already predicted Taki's actions and methods based on those records. I knew this beautiful, cold female ninja, with her unusual obsession with the evil sword, would be my first obstacle, and I had already begun preparing how to deal with her. I wanted to completely destroy her mind, break her beliefs, subvert her ideals, and turn her from a hunter of the evil sword into my best support slave on my path to finding it. Completely controlling someone and changing their behavior is very satisfying. Heh, maybe it's a twisted way of thinking influenced by my life in Kyoto, but it's really comfortable, especially since Taki is a very strong female ninja. The target is a strong person, which will bring even more pleasure. I will enjoy this process.
However, to obtain more pleasure, I need some rules. Yes, you heard me right, rules. Why do humans have morality? Because beyond morality, one experiences an unparalleled pleasure. Humans are pleasure-seeking creatures, hence the existence of morality. (I forgot the original text, but it seems to be from the Great Evil Division.) This battle is the same. I set rules for myself; winning within those rules will bring me even greater pleasure. Humans are, after all, pleasure-seeking animals, even I am no exception. Faced with the unbearable fate of defeat, I will still do it this way. The rules are: if Takashi loses, she will become my plaything, subject to my humiliation and manipulation; as for her wagering her future, I will offer a matching wager: if I lose, I will suffer a fate worse than death, lose both arms, lose all hope of returning to my original world, and eke out a living in this world of uncertain truth and illusion. Moreover, to gain even greater pleasure after success, I will place myself in an extremely disadvantageous position, as a concession to an opponent whose swordsmanship is no longer on my level.
“I will give you the best fighting environment,” this was the concession I offered her, the additional rule I imposed on myself. I tossed aside the nearly extinguished torch in my hand. The flame flickered a few times unwillingly before going out, plunging the entire environment into darkness. After the torch went out, the only light source in the entire forest was the silver full moon in the sky, but no one noticed that the moon was now showing signs of turning slightly red. After tossing down the torch, I slowly drew the 140-centimeter-long nodachi from behind me. “Ninjas excel at fighting in the dark, and this is probably where you've been training all along. In this light, my eyesight is impaired. You know more about this forest than I do. I'll give you the best environment. Come on, come and kill me.” Takashi's eyes turned cold. What I was doing was undoubtedly an insult to her, a strong female ninja.
"But you must be prepared... If you still can't kill me under these favorable circumstances... then..." I drew Muramasa Meiichimonji from its sheath, staring directly at the cold-faced Taki, "you will have to pay the price!"
Without waiting for Taki's reply, I flung the sheath away, longsword in hand, and charged towards Taki.
I raised the sword high and slashed down! *Li Shi Shin Kage-ryu? One slash, two cuts!*
The sword traced a path in the air, emitting a buzzing sound. Just when I thought the sword would surely strike, Taki moved. With both hands working simultaneously, she drew two small swords with reverse grips, forming a cross in front of her. Due to the cross-shaped structure of her hands, she could withstand more pressure instantly. To draw her sword and establish a defense so quickly truly lived up to her reputation as "the sword of divine speed."
"Clang!" I was surprised; she had successfully blocked the sword with her two small swords! "Ha!" Then, Taki raised both hands, knocking my nodachi away. Taki was incredibly strong; I lost my balance, my right hand gripping the katana tilting to one side, and I staggered backward from the impact. At the same time, Taki swiftly moved forward, separating her hands into a cross shape, forcefully tossing the small katana upward. In the instant her hands were free, she grabbed my left and right shoulders, shoving me into her arms. "Prepare yourself, you arrogant fool!" A crisp voice rang in my ears as I took a vicious knee strike from Taki at close range!
"Ouch!" I cried out in pain, and Taki immediately followed with a swift movement, taking advantage of my face turning a deep purple and my body arching, delivering three consecutive kicks—right, left, and right—leaving me dizzy and tumbling through the air. Taki caught the two small katanas falling from the sky with her hands in the air, and then delivered two consecutive slashes towards me as I landed. Although I was dizzy and my abdomen was still burning from the impact, a sliver of clarity remained in my mind. I quickly rolled to the ground, trying to escape Taki's attack range, but I still took two quick slashes, blood gushing from my back.
Two consecutive blows left me sprawled on the ground, teeth chattering. Heh, but that wasn't enough; it wouldn't be fun otherwise.
I used my sword to support myself as I knelt up. From those two blows, I knew that close combat seemed to be Taki's forte.
Taki charged at me, her kodachi dancing in the silver moonlight, scattering a dazzling silver light as she unleashed her strongest move: Double Kodachi Six-Hit Combo - Heavenly Sword Dance!
Heh heh, trying to finish me off while I was half-kneeling and still catching my breath? Dream on!
The six consecutive slashes, one after another, the kodachi dancing in front of my eyes. If it were an ordinary person, or even an ordinary swordsman, they would not be able to distinguish which move was a feint and which was a real move. Let alone the sword dancer, who was a hot female ninja. Taki was dressed in red, her chest rising and falling and her big buttocks swaying back and forth during the sword dance. I know that this was not intentional, but just a natural reaction when the extremely fast Kaiten Kenbu was used. However, I am still sure that a large part of the reason why many good people lose their lives to this move is because of the "high quality" of the sword dancer Taki, rather than the sword dance itself, which seems powerful but is actually just a fancy move.
Sword dance, with a long history, originated in China and was introduced to Japan. The famous Chinese story of "Xiang Zhuang's sword dance" at the "Feast at Hongmen" shows that sword dance initially began in the late Qin Dynasty as a genuine assassination technique. It reached its peak during the Tang Dynasty, spreading to Japan and becoming a form of tachi (long sword). However, during the Tang Dynasty, swordsmanship gradually declined, and the Tang sword became the preferred weapon in the military. In this context, sword dance became more of an entertainment activity than a true swordsmanship. People in the Tang Dynasty also performed sword dances to entertain friends at banquets. Many people were skilled in sword dance at the time, the most famous being Fei Min. Fei Min's swordsmanship, Li Bai's poetry, and Zhang Xu's cursive calligraphy were known as the "Three Perfections" in the Tang Dynasty. However, to true martial arts masters and sword experts, Fei Min's swordsmanship was quite different from actual combat, exhibiting clear entertainment and artistic characteristics, which explains why his dances attracted thousands of people. Sword dance, in reality, had already become an artistic performance of sword routines, losing the true essence of swordsmanship. The legendary sword dance of Gongsun Da Niang, being a dance, required a high degree of artistic refinement and was completely different from true swordsmanship. This is how sword dance was introduced to Japan, becoming a form of swordsmanship. Using a small katana (tachi) for the sword dance routines was more visually appealing and appeared very powerful. Therefore, many Japanese swordsmen developed various seemingly powerful but practically useless small katana sword techniques based on sword dance routines.
This kind of katana swordsmanship based on sword dance might be considered above average in Japan, or even in the world today, because sword dance has abundant material and can be considered a form of routine martial arts. However, against the Li Family's Nine Fist Sword's Breaking Sword Style, which specifically counters sword techniques, routine martial arts hold no secrets. Even if the opponent only has a rudimentary understanding of the Breaking Sword Style, I can predict her next move and anticipate her attack simply by observing her movements.
I took a breath, stood up, and swept my nodachi horizontally, blocking all of Taki's sword movements. Then, with a twist and a thrust, the nodachi slipped into the gap of the gorgeous sword dance in the blink of an eye. Then, it swept and twisted, destroying the entire structure. Taki only felt a pain in her hand and cried out, "Ah!" The two small nodachi that were so fast that they were invisible flew out of her hand. The force of the flight was so strong that they even landed outside the entire stone arena.
I seized the opening created by Taki's hands slipping from her grasp and slashed horizontally. Taki reacted quickly, retreating immediately, but the breast strap she used to restrain her trembling breasts was severed. Her enormous breasts, now unrestrained, stood even more erect, and the scabbard attached to the strap slid to the ground.
Taki ran towards the edge of the arena, trying to retrieve her fallen katana. How could I let her succeed? I struck first, my 140-centimeter-long katana piercing through Taki's right calf. Taki screamed, losing her balance in her run and collapsing to the ground, though she managed to kneel halfway, facing me, her phoenix eyes gleaming with ferocity.
"Hey, I know you're not convinced. Yes, I cheated, because in terms of swordsmanship, there's a difference in skill level." That's right, sword dance and the Li Shi Xing Jiu Quan Jian (Li Family Nine Fist Sword) are not on the same level. Taki's skills aren't bad, but he's just a ninja, specializing in assassination and close-quarters combat. Purely in terms of swordsmanship, apart from the two sword saints, Kamiizumi Nobutsuna and Tsukahara, probably few sword masters in Japan could withstand the Li Shi Xing Jiu Quan Jian, which once swept through the Central Plains martial arts world, a style that sought defeat but never found its match.
At this moment, I did something that greatly surprised Taki. I picked up the two small katana scabbards that Taki had dropped on the ground and threw them far away, along with the Muramasa Meiichimonji in my hand. They were impossible to find easily in the dark forest.
"You!" Taki, kneeling on the ground, didn't understand what I was doing and exclaimed in surprise.
"Alright, I just took two knee strikes and a slash from your knife, and you took a stab to my right foot. Now neither of us has a weapon. In this equal situation, I'm going to make you accept your defeat wholeheartedly. You ninjas are good at close-quarters combat, right? I'll give you that extra advantage."
Heh, this is my new rule, a symbol that my training has begun. I'm going to destroy all her confidence, completely knock her down, leaving her no room to fight back, making her my obedient slave.
I quickly stepped forward, taking advantage of her inconvenience, grabbed her ponytail, and forcibly pulled her up from the ground. "Ah!" Duoxi let out a soft cry of pain from having her hair pulled. Without hesitation, I grabbed her hair and pressed her head down. As she was forced to bend over with her head down, I held down her shoulders to immobilize her, followed by a series of powerful upward knee strikes!
Left, right, left, right—I delivered four relentless, powerful knee strikes, each one hitting her chest and abdomen—which were completely blocked by her bent-over posture. Her stomach caved in, and she arched like a shrimp. Even a ninja as resilient as Taki was drenched in cold sweat and let out a pitiful scream after such an attack.
I released my grip on her shoulder, but didn't let her collapse. I straightened her up and then punched her large, soft, rounded breasts, which heaved with her heavy breathing, sending her flying. As Taki rolled to the ground, her demon mask, which had loosened when I grabbed her hair, fell to the floor, revealing a stunningly beautiful face—once revealed as she looked wretched and groaned in pain. Doki groaned and rolled on the ground. I staggered forward to continue the pursuit, but because my injuries hadn't fully healed, I walked with a limp.
"Hey, not bad looking, Doki. Why wear a mask if you look so good?" I panted as I approached, but I hadn't expected that Doki's fall was all an act. The female ninja's training allowed her to endure immense pain and launch swift counterattacks—a feat I couldn't have imagined. Just as I got close, her eyes turned cold. "Prepare yourself!" Her plump thigh lashed out, striking my vitals. Luckily, I dodged quickly; it only grazed me. But I still felt a searing pain. I clutched my groin, my body bending over involuntarily.
Hmm… Dad was right… This place is a man’s strongest and weakest spot…
As I fell, Duoxi took a few deep breaths, then stood up, moved behind me, kicked me down, then wrapped her left arm around my neck and pulled my left arm back with her right, securing it. She then leaped forward, her entire body slamming heavily onto my back. “Ugh!” I screamed. Duoxi’s move completely suppressed my movement, and the arm around my neck tightened.
“Ahhh~” I couldn’t breathe from the choking, and at the same time, I felt the pleasure of Duoxi’s body pressing down on my back, the intense pleasure from her two huge, surging breasts, combined with the rapid engorgement in my groin and the still-unrecovering sensation of pleasure and pain. I felt as if I were caught between heaven and hell, completely lost.
"I...I've got it..." My eyes fell on Doki's left arm, which was choking me. Just before I was about to suffocate, I managed to press my finger onto the acupoint on that fair, tender left knuckle. As the arm choking me loosened, I gasped for breath and immediately crawled forward, freeing myself from the beautiful body pressing down on me.
After I was freed, before I could even stand up, Doki, who was lying on the ground behind me, pulled my feet, causing me to lose my balance and fall heavily face down to the ground. Ignoring the pain, Doki, panting, crawled over and pressed down on me, flipping me over. Doki sat on me, her two full thighs clamping my head like iron hoops. Then, she spread my thighs apart to their limit with both hands, reaching under my thighs to grab my hands, forming a tight, circular knot. Doki let out a loud "Ha!" and pulled back forcefully, causing my arms and thighs to crack and pop, my joints aching as if they were about to break. Her head was trapped between Duoxi's plump thighs, her face, including her nostrils, was completely buried in the soft flesh of her legs. Apart from being able to smell Duoxi's virgin scent, she had great difficulty breathing. Her mouth was pressed tightly against the vulva protruding under her bodysuit, and she could not breathe any air.
Hmm… this alluring and practical technique… could it be the Japanese woman's exclusive special attack technique, 'bed technique,' that Mom often used to turn the tide and make Dad die on the spot…? No way, I don't want to die between a woman's thighs!
I struggled desperately, but my thighs, arms, head, and body were all firmly locked, showing no sign of loosening.
"I can't just be taken down like this!" I stuck out my tongue and licked the jade gate that was pressed tightly against me through my bodysuit. "Ugh… no… no, not there… ahh…" As I continued to lick back and forth, Takagi, who was pressing down on me, actually let out a soft moan. The jade legs that were clamping my head like iron clamps showed signs of loosening slightly, and the palms of the hands holding mine were even sweating. The temperature of our bodies pressed together gradually increased.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, I forcefully shook off Duoxi's hand, quickly pried open her thighs that were clamping my head, and gasped for breath. I then punched Duoxi's vulva, which I had already licked, leaving wet stains on her bodysuit.
"Ahhhhhh no!!" Duoxi screamed, her vulva contracting and relaxing, leaving even more wet stains on her bodysuit. She had actually reached a small climax from the stimulation of my punch that had hit her vulva squarely, and it even started to convulse.
I seized this great opportunity, twisting my body, and the two of us switched positions. Duoxi was now pinned beneath me, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over, her body weak, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing, her body maintaining a kind of intermittent convulsion, immersed in the afterglow of her climax.
"Duoxi, I never expected that a female ninja like you would climax from such stimulation. Dougui must not have taught you all the essential skills a female ninja needs..." I laughed, sitting on Duoxi's lower abdomen, delivering heavy punches. Amidst Duoxi's continuous screams and groans, I targeted her vitals and sensitive areas, ensuring every punch landed squarely, without any hesitation.
"You...you puppet of the evil sword...you demon...ahhhhh!" Duoxi had lost the cold, ruthless aura she had shown when confronting me earlier. Her face was flushed, her bodysuit stained with our combined sweat. Under my relentless attacks, she tried to retaliate, but having just climaxed, her body was weak and powerless. I easily pinned her hands down, stretching them out to the ground, leaving her defenseless abdomen and vulva subjected to the constant impact and friction of my knees.
"Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah!" Under my merciless onslaught of punches, Duoxi's screams grew louder and louder. Later, finding punching pointless, I flipped her over, my right hand forming a chop, and stabbed at her anus through her red bodysuit. "Ah
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"Hahaha, Duoxi, how about that? I told you, if you still can't kill me under these circumstances, then you'll have to pay the price. Now, it's time for you to pay the price!" With Duoxi's defeat, I finally began to demand the price for her defeat. I tore her already flimsy red ninja outfit with a "rip," and Duoxi trembled all over, her dazzling spring light spilling out, revealing her jade-like, smooth skin and delicate, fragile body.
Possessed by the evil sword, I went berserk and didn't spare the defeated Duoxi. I helped her up again, forcing her to stand, her body swaying uncontrollably. One hand removed the now useless ninja outfit, wantonly ravaging her large, round breasts, while the other hand lifted the ninja outfit that could no longer cover her private parts, my fingers touching the secret garden that had begun to secrete nectar, gently rubbing, pressing, pinching, shaking, pulling, and caressing the private parts of this resolute female ninja.
"Ah...no, ah...no ahhhhh!" Duoxi's huge breasts were smooth and incredibly soft to the touch. Under my relentless assault, her nectar gushed out like a flood. Duoxi trembled all over. Standing was exhausting, and under normal circumstances, it would be fine, but Duoxi, after the intense battle, was weak and sore all over. After only a short while, she couldn't hold on any longer, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.
"Hey, Duoxi, do you know what breast sex is?" Looking at Duoxi's huge breasts as she collapsed to the ground, I had an idea. I laid Duoxi face up on the ground, sat on top of her, pulled open her tattered, tight-fitting ninja outfit, squeezed her breasts with both hands, played with her nipples, and began thrusting my huge, exposed penis in and out.
"You...devil...ahhhhh..." Her breasts faithfully returned the unparalleled pleasure to Duoxi. Duoxi felt the intense pleasure coming from her breasts and couldn't help but groan loudly, reaching another small orgasm in her lower body.
“Oh, here we go again. You’re so lewd, Takagi. Heh… all female ninjas are like this, aren’t they? They can’t, and aren’t allowed to, wear any clothes under their bodysuits. It’s practically a profession where if you’re caught, you’re bound to be raped,” I felt a double pleasure, both mentally and physically, and ejaculated onto Takagi’s chest. “And my friend said that ninjas need to be light and agile, so what’s the point of having such big breasts? Takagi, your breasts are one of the reasons you lost!” Hearing my insults, tears streamed down Takagi’s face. Why would someone as strong as me willingly become a puppet of the evil sword? How could she lose in the battle against the evil sword? How could she feel such pleasure? While feeling ashamed, her body faithfully transmitted the pleasure from her breasts to her. Caught between the contradictions of body and mind, she was almost on the verge of collapse.
“Hehe… now for the real thing…” I shifted my target to her already overflowing vulva, my huge rod swirling slightly outside, waiting for it to overflow again before tenderly thrusting in. Soon after entering, my massive member encountered a thin barrier. I looked at Duoxi, seemingly recovering instantly from the evil energy of the evil sword, and said gently, "I'm going in. It will hurt a little at first, so bear with it." Duoxi felt a complex mix of emotions. Actually, if I weren't the inheritor of the evil sword, she wouldn't have resisted me so much. After all, I had earned the title of Sword Saint at a young age, between nineteen and twenty, a few years younger than Duoxi. Moreover, in the previous battle, I had consistently given her advantages, defeating her with sheer strength. Duoxi wasn't resistant to strong individuals, but she would never accept the evil sword; hence, her conflicted feelings.
I wrapped Duoxi's limp legs around my waist, letting her arms embrace my back, and thrust inside, face to face. "Ah!" Duoxi cried out, involuntarily biting her teeth tightly onto my shoulder, so hard that she drew blood. She felt something shatter in her lower body, and thin streams of blood from the point of contact stained the stone arena beneath us. I continued forward, my penis entering a vast yet incredibly tight space of flesh.
I thrust gently, and after a considerable time, Duoxi finally began to emit slow but undeniably seductive moans, and even started to rock herself up and down. I knew the pain of losing her virginity had passed, and I gradually increased my speed, my hands once again climbing onto her large breasts. Under my kneading, Duoxi's breathtaking cries grew louder and louder, "Ahhh...faster, faster...keep going...conquer...ah!" At the same time, the suction of her lower body intensified, like a rotating magical space, constantly drawing out my essence. "How is this possible!? Demon Reincarnation, one of the Ten Great Dark-type Artifacts!" I immediately remembered the Ten Great Artifacts recorded in my family. This rotating absorption vortex was the Demon Reincarnation, a rare and powerful Dark-type artifact.
After resting, Taki's strength had recovered somewhat. Her well-built, elegant body, brimming with boundless explosive power, instinctively craved comfort. Although she was no longer a virgin (her first time was taken by the heiress of the Izumo family, one of the six Kyoto families, and she only lasted a few minutes—too pathetic, but that's another story, more on that later), she still felt somewhat overwhelmed.
"Tch, if this continues, won't that lecherous guy be right? Impossible! Watch how I conquer you." Taki's muscular body possessed boundless explosive power. As a female ninja, she was now like a female warrior, a wild female leopard. Only a one-in-a-million strong man could conquer her and win this battle of flesh. Just like Hattori Sōsei, the heir of the Hattori family, one of the six Kyoto families, known as the lecherous ninja Hattori Sōsei, after conquering the six strongest new-generation female ninjas of his branch family, he proudly explained his experience to me, saying, "Female ninjas are all physically fit and strong. You can't conquer them without mastering all the techniques of stab-wielding."
Heh, what stab-wielding technique mastery? This Taki, whether it's her back or her figure, is already considered one of the best female ninjas. Even so, if I were defeated by a newcomer like Taki, I'd be finished. Watch how my Li clan's ultimate move breaks your demonic reincarnation!
The final move of the Li clan's Nine Fist Swords is the Qi-Breaking Style. Back then, our ancestor used the Xuan Tie Sword to perform the Qi-Breaking Style. "A heavy sword has no edge, great skill is without artifice, invincible under heaven, seeking only defeat." The key lies in the word "strength." As long as the true energy on the sword is strong, no matter how fancy your techniques are, one strike, whether it's the Golden Wheel Monk or mastering all the techniques of ninja, they all have to give way.
"Now, come out, Xuan Tie Heavy Sword!" With a loud shout, my clone instantly straightened like a sword, thrusting directly into Duo Xi's flower core. Stimulated, Duo Xi's movements became even more intense, clutching my head and thrusting her body up and down more forcefully. I played with her breasts with my hands, sucking on her nipples with smacking sounds. Under my sucking, Duo Xi let out even more joyful moans, and at the same time, the point where our bodies were joined made a series of "slap slap" sounds with the impact of our flesh.
"Ahhh!" The Xuan Tie Sword was indeed extraordinary. In just over ten minutes after it was unsheathed, Duo Xi beneath me let out a high-pitched scream, her body arching up and pressing against my chest. At the same time, I felt a cool sensation pour down on my secret place. Even in the boundless realm of ice and fire, the Xuan Tie Sword couldn't withstand such a cool touch and began to ejaculate uncontrollably.
"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed wildly, and Duo Xi also convulsed and hesitated, her eyes lifeless, foaming at the mouth as she screamed. We reached our climax at the same time.
"Hehe~" Watching Duoxi, who had just climaxed and was now quietly lying before me with her eyes slightly closed, breathing heavily and enjoying the lingering afterglow of the storm, I felt a surge of wild joy: the first mature female sword slave of the Evil Sword was finally mine! Next up was that South Korean sword-wielding beauty, the Chinese spirit sword loli, the queenly, exhibitionist mature woman who liked to tie people up, the mature wife who already had a child but still ran away… and finally, the Greek saintess, the reincarnation of a celestial goddess, the supposedly pure-hearted yet violent Cassandra! Hahahaha, as long as I have this body… anything, anything is possible!!
I don't know if it was my own consciousness or the Evil Sword's, but a long list of names I didn't know flashed through my mind, while I imagined the unparalleled pleasure of conquering them, and I laughed out loud for no reason.
Strange? Am I going crazy? Hey, whatever, the night is still long. Let me enjoy Duoxi, this gift of a man, the peerless female ninja Duoxi
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