Kazama Ruri's singing was like a gentle spring rain falling from the sky, or a warm and crisp autumn breeze. The tension and bloodshed of the battlefield were swept away in an instant.
Minamoto Wakasei, who had already lost consciousness, plunged headfirst from the sky carrying a dense, suffocating murderous intent. But the moment he touched the transparent barrier of Kazama Ruri's domain, his intense bloodlust dissolved in a flash, because in his field of vision, the enemy had vanished.
Everything before him plunged Minamoto Wakasei into bewilderment. The freezing, rainy night, the earth entwined with white threads, and the boy wearing the glazed kabuki robe were all gone. In their place were lush distant mountains, the fragrance of grass and trees, the babbling sound of a mountain stream, and the tolling of a temple bell echoing from an unknown direction...
Chapter 636