Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

He raised his head and looked into the distance. After becoming a ghost, he had become very sensitive to everything around him. He could clearly feel that something was watching him.

But he didn't go looking for it. What should come will come eventually; he just needed to wait quietly.

Kneeling down and sitting at the door, he took out the Nichirin Blade from his waist and a rag from his pocket, wiping it over and over. The soft moonlight and candlelight reflected off the blade, the fiery red light of the sword carrying a deadly threat.

Since becoming a sword ghost, he seemed to have developed a unique affinity for swords. Especially when his fingers brushed across the blade, he could even feel a slight tremble.

As he wiped it little by little, his connection with the blade grew stronger. He had never studied swordsmanship and was ignorant of the so-called art of the sword, but as he continued to stroke the sword, he felt as though he had comprehended something.

The sword felt like an extension of his arm. In other words, it was no different from his own arm, becoming a part of his body to some extent. He wiped it repeatedly without stopping. As a ghost, he had boundless physical strength, so there was no need to worry about fatigue.

After a long time, he exhaled and stood up.

What should come finally came. He didn't know who was hostile to him, but since they wanted to kill him, they also needed to be prepared to be killed. That was it.

With five fingers gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, he sensed the approaching killing intent.

"Shhhhhh..."

In the pitch-black night, dozens of arrows pierced the sky, shooting toward him from all directions. Sam Miller stood there calmly. Beneath the bamboo hat, his golden pupils flickered coldly.

With clenched fingers, the Nichirin Blade was unsheathed at that moment, accompanied by a trembling sound, and for an instant, his whole body seemed enveloped by a stream of red light.

In an instant, the incoming arrows struck the red stream.

"Clang clang..."

There was a metallic collision sound as the metal arrows struck the Nichirin Blade one by one and finally fell to the ground. There were dozens of arrows, but none hit him.

At the same moment, powerful warriors, strong and fierce, ran toward him with swords in hand. Their eyes were ferocious, and nearly all exuded a formidable aura. It was evident they had committed many murders.

Almost instantly, they charged at him.

"What a big scene," he whispered softly.

With a flick of his wrist, the Nichirin Blade slashed across the fiery red light, lightly slicing across a samurai's neck. The first samurai who charged clutched his neck, but his body only paused for a moment before falling to the ground.

In just an instant, one was killed.

Seeing this, the others were not afraid but became fiercer, roaring and holding weapons as they continued to attack him.

He raised his eyebrows, and his golden pupils beneath the bamboo hat were icy cold. With five fingers gripping the sword, he moved almost instantaneously.

The blade cut through the air, causing it to ripple, followed by the crisp sound of the sword. A few more warriors fell, cut in half at the waist.

At some point, a samurai moved behind him, holding a knife in both hands, leaping suddenly to strike. He simply turned, his wrist shaking rapidly, and under the moonlight, a red light shone.

When he looked again, the samurai who had attacked from the air was cut in half, and a large amount of bright red blood splattered to the ground.

One sword, one person.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten corpses lay on the ground, and there was no one left alive except him.

At that moment, he raised his head and looked into the distance.

Ichiro Tamoya watched all this with a pale face, staggering back with the support of several subordinates.

"It really is you..." Sam grinned slightly. "I should have killed you before."

He walked toward Ichiro Tamoya step by step, holding the Nichirin Blade in his hands. The tip of the knife dragged along the ground, sending sparks flying.

"Fire..." a fearful voice came from Ichiro Tamoya's mouth.