Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 64 Hello, Mister Fate

Amamiya Mahiru has never been so focused.

Although her natural lack of vision makes it easy for her to concentrate, in real life, because of the various requirements of the Nan family, it is still difficult for her to concentrate, and she must cope with various strict requirements.

In this Fusang land, apart from having no worries about food and clothing, girls from wealthy families are not even as good as daughters from ordinary families in terms of life.

But here, before life and death, what she was like in the past, what she was shaped into, and the rules she was told thousands of times were all shattered.

Because compared to being alive, everything else can be abandoned.

The pure test of life and death tests a person's will the most, and under this resolute will, the basic instinct of the human species is hidden.

Fighting...is instinct!
She has no vision, so she has undoubtedly discarded an important weapon, but when she holds the sword in her hand, she seems to feel that her senses are expanding and extending.

Every time the knife hits, the shocking shock force, touch, hearing, smell... The combination of different senses directly constructs an unclear picture in the mind.

Although she can't see it, she can hear it and feel it.

Her skin could feel the killing intent released from the shadow sword ghost, the kind of killing intent that made her arms crawl with goosebumps.

Moreover, Amamiya Mahiru also discovered that not only was she herself facing death, but also the young people on the other side would make mistakes and die in the ever-increasing intensity.

The number of shadow ghosts has changed from one to two, from two to four, and now has increased to sixteen.

Even the most rigorous final exam in the gymnasium of the top school of swordsmanship, Beichen Yidaoliu, is nothing more than ten formal disciples and one testee... '.

Right now there are a total of sixteen sword demons... If they swarmed up, Amamiya Mahiru would definitely not have the confidence to pass, and this also relies on the young people on the other side to share the pressure.

This is a trial.

And the people who accepted the trial were the two of them, which can be said to be very fair.

Both sides will die, both will be defeated and die due to lack of strength, and then stand up again and continue to fight.

After the number of deaths increased, Amamiya Mahiru also had to get used to the emergencies that she took the lead in the charge and kept a hand. She could even pick up the severed hand without changing her face and wield it as an extended version of the knife.

Once you get used to death, rebirth from death means infinite trial and error.

She made rapid progress during the battle, and her vision changed from blurred silk lines to gradually fuller lines.

What's more important is that she can wield the real knife in her hand without any pressure to perform all kinds of sword skills she has learned all her life.

Swordsmanship is not the way of swords that children learn, it is a serious fighting skill. In this precarious and dangerous world, even the shogunate cannot protect the safety of everyone in Fusang. Wearing a sword with a sword. After the reform of the shogunate, the samurai has changed from a class to a profession. Ghost slayers and ghost hunters are no longer aimed at daimyos or ordinary people from all over the world, but one after another who came out of the shadow world. The only thing that hasn't changed is that the sword in their hands is still the foundation of their lives.

Compared with Daxia’s implementation of universal compulsory education, which is efficient and clean, Fusang’s ghost hunting profession is still mostly directly inherited by the samurai families in the past. It has a strong class nature and family characteristics, and is inevitably influenced by local tyrants. The dojo of the great swordsmanship school has directly become a sweet pastry with flowers and flames.

The swordsmanship dojo that Amamiya Mahiru learned was the Xinyinliu dojo of Yagyu's family.

In the past, Xinyinliu was the swordsmanship instructor of the shogun, which shows that his swordsmanship genre is superb.

She had never tried to hold a sword with a real person. In fact, when the swords collided, she realized that she had made too many mistakes. Order, even small habits that are not easy to detect, will become a fatal flaw in one's own weapons.

She finds mistakes in death, adjusts, makes up, improves.

After trying various sword skills of Xinyinliu, she began to switch to Kashima Xindangliu.

Just when she slashed off the shadow ghost's head with a single slash, she flicked the sword with her fingers, but she couldn't feel any more hostility and murderous intent through the echo.

"It's over?" she asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's over, all sixteen shadow ghosts will be crusaded." Bai Yu shook the weapon in his hand.

This time he no longer used a long gun, but replaced it with a baseball bat.

Spears are actually easier to use in this environment, but baseball bats are more useful. After all, they are blunt weapons that are heavy in the front and light in the rear. When a stick goes down, ordinary katana swords can't stand it at all.

And there is no style of moves, the key is just one word - smash.

To hit hard, hit accurately.

Bai Yu had a deeper understanding of the actual use of the lion heart cane. It is a weapon with ever-changing changes, so why stick to one shape?

A physics holy sword was replaced in the middle, and it was also one move at a time, very stable.

Next time, change my style of guns to my style of martial arts... Who said that martial arts must be limited to one type of weapon, and it is wise to learn the restraint of arms.

Mahiru asked: "It's over, should I go back?"

"Don't be in a hurry." Bai Yu looked at the sitting warrior armor on the wall of the gymnasium: "There is still a boss that hasn't been fought yet."

As the voice fell, a purple flame ignited under the empty body of the samurai's armor, and its empty armor was filled, and the samurai burning with purple flames held the daggers on the left and right.

Double flow.

Mahiru opened her eyes in surprise, although she couldn't see anything, she could show her surprise and astonishment.

"First-order extraordinary."

Bai Yu glanced at the level above the opponent's head, level 13...isn't that high.

But after all, it is an extraordinary entry, and it has the effect of suppressing the ranks of the two rookies who are stuck at the tenth level.

"Don't worry, Wuming." Bai Yu said in the tone of a person who has experienced it: "Seventy or eighty times of death should be able to survive, and it won't restore blood, and it can be worn out."

"Are you consoling?" Mahiru couldn't laugh or cry: "It's fine to torture me, why even torture yourself?"

"If I stood on the sidelines and watched the play, you would feel a little emotional, so I had to end it myself." Bai Yu spread his hands and said, "Although I have great powers, starting from scratch, at least we start on the same level."

"It's a mess..." Mahiru let out a breath, and then showed a very light smile: "But I seem to understand you a little bit, Mr. Fate."

"No, it's better to call me an editor." Bai Yu complained: "The name of fate will have an ominous feeling of being strangled by someone's throat and hanged every day, besides..."

"And what?"

The young man raised his hand and made a handsome stance that the other party couldn't even see.

"—I'm here to weave fate, not to be fate."

Bai Yu switched weapons, and started with the Lionheart Spear: "Now we need to hone our tacit understanding, this is not a boss that can be handled by one person, let's fight together, ignorant ghost!"

"My name is Yugong!"

Amamiya Mahiru emphasized again: "I don't like the title of ignorant ghost-please remember, Mr. Fate."

"Let me remember, you didn't remember at all..." Bai Yu complained.

Amamiya Mahiru adjusted her breathing, raised her sword silently: "OK くぞ!" (It's about to go)
The samurai armor burning with purple flames charged and jumped up, the light of the knife slashed down, and swung the knife to cut out a gorgeous purple crescent moon.

The show begins.

……

"what--!"

The lungs seemed to be broken, and Amamiya Mahiru seemed to float up from under the surface of the water, exhaling a big mouthful of foul air.

She felt like she was having a nightmare.

A nightmare with crystal clear memory.

The hand feeling still lingered, at that moment, she did penetrate the chest of the samurai armor and cut off the phantom.

She remembered it so clearly that it couldn't have been a dream.

After beheading sixteen shadow sword ghosts, the warrior armored general's attack power and desire to attack were far stronger than the former, and the purple fire wrapped around the knife made her even have no chance to connect the blade. After touching it more than three times, the knife It will become so hot that it is almost impossible to hold it steady.

She and the editor died countless times, maybe a dozen times, maybe dozens of times, but not a hundred times.

Relying on the perseverance of the two, they eventually killed the general servant.

In the end, she had almost no emotional fluctuations, she just executed the moves coldly, and when she swung the last knife, she seemed to feel that she had touched a certain threshold.

At that moment, the whole world became incomparably transparent, everything invisible became lines within reach and displayed in my mind, vision beyond vision...

Although it was only for a moment, she felt that it should be...

"extraordinary……"

She murmured.

After experiencing hundreds of deaths, she touched the front line that she longed for but could not reach before.

She couldn't help thinking, if she did it again, if she did it again, would she really have a chance to catch it?
At that moment, at that moment, at the flick of a finger, the incomparably transparent world is so beautiful...

It is precisely because of seeing the light that the boundless darkness in front of him seems so unbearable!
"Patience, Mahiru, patience..."

She murmured, warned herself, comforted herself.

Amamiya Mahiru said in a low voice: "Opportunities will come, they will definitely come."

She still remembers the last words the young man said when she left that secluded gymnasium, and the smile on the other side in the transparent world for a moment.

"Congratulations, Miss Yugong... From this moment on, your fate has changed drastically."

He waved his hand, turned and walked through the open door.

"Let's stop here today, and see you another day."

'Goodbye', these two words are really sweet... It easily soothed her anxiety about returning to the cage, and made Mahiru Amamiya inevitably start to look forward to the arrival of the day after tomorrow... She didn't know how long to wait , but she will definitely look forward to the reunion with the other party.

It was a feeling and mood she had never felt before.

She never expected the arrival of the next tomorrow, which to her meant one step closer to a broken and unknowable future.

She can't grasp the future, can't control the fate, there is no firefly for her to stay in the darkness, so she will be panic.

However, if she realizes that this fate and the future are in her hands, she will be within reach, and she will be overjoyed and hope for a good result.

Even, she knew that it might be an illusion.

But it is so beautiful, for her, it is already a ray of dawn breaking through the long night.

"Editor of Fate, Mister Fate..."

The girl murmured in a low voice: "Whether you like this name or not, for me... it is the favor of fate."

It's like a sinner in hell catching a spider's thread hanging from the world.

That was the only chance in this life.

(End of this chapter)