Inside the teahouse, the dust gradually settled.
Oda Nobutora had long since left with his broken blade and heart full of humiliation, while the teahouse proprietor nervously cleaned up the mess all over the floor. In the corner, the man who had kept his bamboo hat on the entire time finally stirred. He slowly raised his head, revealing a sharply defined face in his early thirties, with a faint scar across his left eyebrow.
"Interesting..." he murmured, his voice as calm and deep as an ancient well. His slender fingers gently brushed against the scabbard of the unadorned sword at his waist, where three ancient seal script characters spelling "Tetsumukumo" were faintly visible.
Chapter 232