Reincarnated Swordmaster - Chapter 862



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True empty hometown

alcohol.

That was Miyamoto Musashi’s first memory.

Swish

A huge amount of rain was pouring down through the trees. Today, it was a day when the rain was close to torrential downpours, and it was not a day to go hiking, but the father and son were at the shrine on the top of the mountain.

A ritual offering wine to ward off evil spirits – a ritual held in the mountains of Izumo at a tree called the evil spirit. Why he was there was unknown. Miyamoto Musashi tied a thick straw rope around the tree and stuck an offering in it. He also placed a sake bottle under the tree, and put Omiki (right god wine) in it.

At least… .

Strangely enough, behind the axe tree, there was a small shrine with red letters engraved with the words “Kenmu Shinsei”. Miyamoto Musashi, who was not even eight years old, followed his father who was ahead of him, and he brought the “offering” himself in a gourd. He didn’t remember his father’s face very well, but at the time, he said to the young Musashi,

“Now it is time for God to pay me back. Just wait.”

cost?

Young Musashi had no idea what those words meant, but his father would mutter them as if spitting them out.

“Bennosuke (assistance in defense). Those eyes… .”

“… … .”

“Do you still think my swordsmanship is insignificant?”

Swish

The rain still falls. Silence falls.

Miyamoto Musashi’s childhood name was Bennosuke. Called Bennosuke, he stared blankly at his father and then replied.

“No second chance. What is the price?”

He had no intention of talking about swordsmanship. Although he was born to a samurai family known for their swordsmanship and jitte (ten-handed swordsmanship) since his grandfather Hirata Shogen, his son Shinmen Munisai was not very talented in the martial arts. If he were to talk about swordsmanship, Munisai would only get angry.

There are reasons why I don’t use honorifics when speaking to my father – but that’s not the only reason.

Munisai frowned for a moment after seeing that Bennosuke did not use polite language towards him, his father.

“… It is the swordsmanship of God.”

what?

He doubted his own ears. He wondered what on earth his father was talking about. He had thought he understood his father to some extent until now, but a strange feeling of not knowing at all swept over him. As Bennosuke stood there blankly, his father, Shinmen Munisai, continued speaking while burning incense and placing three sticks on the incense burner.

“This shrine is dedicated to the Yamata-no-Orochi. How many shrines did we pass through on our way from Harima Province to Izumo?”

“Two.”

“One was the shrine of Susanoo-no-Mikoto, and the other was the shrine of Kakutsuchi. Both were necessary steps. Today, I have finally achieved my goal.”

“… … ?”

“We made offerings in order according to the process described in the ancient books. And today is the last offering.”

Offering.

Bennosuke, who had been mulling over those words for a moment, slowly opened his mouth.

“So you cut off the man’s head?”

“Yes. The bottle must contain human blood. Only then will the God of Heaven be pleased to see the fresh offerings presented at the shrine.”

What Bennosuke witnessed.

It was before his father, Shinmen Munisai, ascended the shrine, that he attacked commoners in a nearby village, beheaded them, and put their blood in a bottle. Bennosuke just watched silently, but he knew that this was not an ordinary act.

Perhaps it is called human sacrifice.

Even so, he killed many. He didn’t just kill one person, but at least 10 people, beheading them and storing them in different types. Bennosuke, who was recalling the process, spoke of the knowledge he had heard before.

“Yamata no Orochi is not a god, he is a monster.”

“It is not a real monster, but a phenomenon of water control. When there was an ancient great flood that covered the entire world, the god of heaven suppressed the flood.”

“… … .”

It doesn’t seem like a warrior.

Bennosuke muttered to himself.

My father, who had no talent as a warrior, seemed to have been obsessed with ways to become stronger since long ago. He sold his family’s land to collect ancient books from India and the Central Plains, or wandered around in search of relics from the Onmyoji or legends of dark myths. It was definitely not the behavior of a warrior in this Warring States period, and he didn’t even know what Shinmen Munisai wanted.

However, what became clear today was that my father wanted something called the ‘Sword of God’. As Bennosuke remained silent, Shinmen Munisai spoke in a slightly excited voice.

“You fools may not know it, but there is a god in this world. And I have received revelations from them twice. I have won their favor with two offerings, so this time I will definitely… grant them the divine swordsmanship.”

“How strong will you become if you learn the swordsmanship of God?”

“I will become strong enough to cut down the sword saint Kamiizumi Nobutsuna with a single sword.”

“Heh.”

Bennosuke was just indifferent. It was because he had no idea what to say about the swordsmanship of the gods or the swordsmanship of the sword. What was the point of talking about such things? However, Shinmen Munisai’s eyes suddenly became sharp and a cruel light flowed out.

“Are you saying you have nothing to worry about because you’re a genius?”

“huh?”

“I thought I would be happy if my son was a genius. But in the end, I think I would be satisfied only if I am strong. I don’t like your indifferent attitude and those arrogant eyes.”

“… … .”

What do you want me to do?

Bennosuke found all of this boring and pitiful. Perhaps it was because at the age of seven, after only three months of swordsmanship, he had evaded all of Shinmen Munisai’s swords and defeated him by breaking his swordsmanship. He had already surpassed his father, who was an adult warrior.

At first, Shinmen Munisai was delighted by his son’s talent beyond common sense, but at some point he developed an intense inferiority complex, and soon his attitude changed to a prickly one whenever he saw his son. He had been looked down upon for his son’s talent all his life, so he had not been able to overcome that inferiority complex.

At first, Bennosuke was at a loss as to what to do, but soon he decided to ignore his weak father. That’s why he didn’t even use honorifics.

Gulp…!!

It was then. Suddenly, a sap like fresh blood gushed out from the evil tree, dyeing the tree trunk red. It was so strong that it was almost as if a stream was gushing out. The father and son both stared at the terrifying sight with their eyes wide open, and after a while, something distorted opened the door to the shrine and slowly began to crawl out.

Slow down

Slowly

‘What is that?’

Is this the monster I’ve only heard of?

‘It’s so bizarre… .’

As Bennosuke stood guard with his sword in hand, it began to crawl on the floor, writhing like a worm. The flexible flesh squirmed and leaked thick mucus on the floor, and instead of two eyes, palm-like things were sticking out in a miserable shape. It was a horrifying sight that seemed to drain one’s sanity just by looking at it, but Shinmen Munisai burst into laughter as if he was happy.

“Huh, hahaha! Apostle of the old god!! Come on, give me the Round Moon Heavenly Killing Technique!!”

He screamed with bloodshot eyes.

“The ultimate art, a god-killing method created by over a hundred martial arts geniuses with their own grudges!!”

“… … .”

Bennosuke felt uneasy at that moment.

‘Does that make sense?’

How can a god give us the method of killing a god?

It was then that a monster like a worm that had escaped from the temple suddenly opened its mouth wide and vomited mucus forward.

Chuaaaak

Bennosuke was on guard and quickly dodged, but Shinmen Munisai was so confused that he ended up getting hit directly by the mucus. After a while, his body seemed to swell slightly, and white spores began to bloom all over his body.

Churrururuk churruruk

“Haaaaaah… .”

As Shinmen Munisai’s flesh was sucked out, the spores grew rapidly, and soon more than a dozen mushrooms the size of a human head grew on his body. Shinmen Munisai staggered with his eyes sucked out, and he was no longer alive. Bennosuke, who was watching this horrific sight, rolled backwards without hesitation and escaped through the side road.

A lot of trouble

Have to live.

I have to run away from that monster.

That kind of thing is not something that can be solved with just swordsmanship.

“Gasp! Gasp!”

He ran desperately through the trees. After running for a while, he realized that nothing was chasing him anymore, so he went into a cave and rested for a while.

“… … .”

My father died.

He was a pitiful father who felt inferior to his son, but even though he was such a father, he felt suffocated because he was his own blood relative. The sadness was surprisingly small, but he couldn’t forget the sadness. It was when Bennosuke was leaning on a sword and crouching down.

“I came here because I felt the seal of the devil was broken, but what is this?”

A strange voice.

Bennosuke slowly raised his eyes and looked in front of him. At the entrance of the cave where the rain was falling, a silver-haired boy was standing. The boy, whose beautiful appearance made it impossible to tell whether he was male or female, looked at Bennosuke with eyes like silver beads and spoke.

“Child. Did you release the seal of Yamata no Orochi?”

“… No. My father solved it.”

Then Midong nodded and muttered to himself.

“Hmm, I see. Fortunately, only the first seal was released, and Amatsukami’s weak apostle was summoned, so we should be able to handle it quickly now… How did your father know about that method?”

“After looking at an old book….”

He frowned when Bennosuke explained the situation.

“[Old] socialites always cause trouble in the world. … Even so, since they have already made a blood offering, they seem to be quite strong, so should I call a few more Yin-Yang-Du?”

“… … .”

“Child. I am Abe no Seimei, the Onmyoji. This place is dangerous, so come with me.”

Even though a small boy in an Onmyoji outfit who looked like he was the same age was naturally bowing down to him, Bennosuke didn’t feel uncomfortable. Somehow, he didn’t seem to be his age, and he even felt an inexplicable sense of intimidation. However, Bennosuke didn’t immediately take the hand that Abe no Seimei extended, but instead stared blankly at him and spoke.

“The Wonwolcheonsalbeop is a divine sword technique… Why didn’t the gods give it to me?”

“There is no such thing. I don’t know what kind of ancient book your father read, but at least I have never heard of such a being. What is certain is that the one sealed in the shrine above is Yamata no Orochi, a representative of the Heavenly God, and that by releasing the seal of that shrine, an evil being was summoned to this world.”

“… … .”

“You could say that your father was tricked by an evil god using the imaginary sword technique called Wonwolcheonsalbeop as bait.”

I was fooled.

‘Shit….’

At that moment, he felt something welling up inside his heart.

He was a terrible father, but he couldn’t accept that there was someone who tricked him into dying. He slowly stood up and said.

“there is.”

“what?”

Bennosuke walked down the mountain with his back to Abe no Seimei.

“There is a method to kill the first month of the year.”

Abe no Seimei did not stop him from going down.

“What a strange kid.”

He simply shrugged and went to reseal the apostle of the ancient god who had been released into the shrine.

That was their first meeting.

Bennosuke decided to go to Miyamoto Village. His father had originally planned to go there after this Izumo trip. And since he had a maternal uncle who was a monk nearby, he might be able to get some help with living.

He walked for a long time, and when he was nine years old, he arrived at Miyamoto Village in Harima Province.

And after a while, he abandoned his surname Shinmen and started using the surname Miyamoto. At the recommendation of his maternal uncle, he eventually abandoned his childhood name and started using the name Musashi. He was also called Takezo, but he preferred being called Musashi.

“Do you plan on becoming a warrior?”

After staying at his uncle’s house for half a year, Musashi swung his wooden sword every day. Then, one day, his uncle suddenly asked him a question. Musashi slowly wiped his sweaty forehead and answered.

“I am already safe.”

“Then why are you swinging a sword?”

“Because I can tell.”

“What do you mean?”

Boo-woong

He spoke with a cold face, swinging his sword.

“I keep getting stronger….”

He had no teacher. Even if he had one, it was only his father, Shinmen Munisai, who taught him the basics of swordsmanship for a while. His uncle, a monk, did not help Musashi in any way in his path as a swordsman, and he simply swung his sword on his own. However, Musashi could feel it nonetheless.

It is visible.

I feel it.

It felt like I was constantly being presented with ways to become stronger. Each strand of my body stood up straight, revealing my weaknesses, and all I had to do was strengthen them. I hadn’t learned any swordsmanship styles or techniques, but I could see where I should swing my sword.

Yes, that’s right.

It’s such an easy path.

Don’t I need a teacher?

Purbuck!

“Ugh… .”

And when Musashi was thirteen, he fought a wandering warrior named Arima Gihei and defeated him in one second. As he stabbed Arima Gihei in the neck and killed him, Musashi felt a faint energy form clearly visible from the tip of his sword, and he thought:

This vibe is convenient.

Arima Gihei was too weak to judge his abilities. Musashi could already use the sword, so his skills, which were only comparable to those of a first-class swordsman, were not enough.

‘He wasn’t the kind of guy who could give enlightenment.’

Musashi, who felt like he could soon unleash his sword spirit, felt regretful. Although he did not know it at the time, he was on the verge of realizing the flame of the sword.

Musashi made up his mind.

If you jump into the bigger world, you will become stronger faster.

‘Let’s go to the battlefield.’

Miyamoto Musashi.

The summer he turned fifteen,

He went into battle without a second thought in the Battle of Sekigahara, a great war that divided East Asia in two.