"Pff!"
At the foot of the mountain, a blood-red figure expressionlessly withdrew the twin blades in his hands.
With a casual wave, he could slay all the enemies in front of him, but for some reason, deep down, he was unwilling to do so.
Rather than mindless crushing, he preferred close combat, savoring the feel of blades slicing through muscle and bone, and the warmth of blood splattering on his face.
The enemies before him couldn't pique his interest. He mechanically raised and lowered his hand, repeating the process while deep down he pondered intensely.
Until there were no moving enemies left before him, his blade-wielding hand froze in the air. He then looked up and saw the two figures standing near the mountaintop.
"How should I address you?"
He heard a question from the young man with ancient eyes.
"Higurashi Gushan? Or something else?"
Everything before him was dyed in red. He shook his head irritably, but deep within, a voice surged, "He's the one, take him back!"
