Upon seeing her, the Tiger Demon imdiately used a combination move of a tiger leap followed by a pounce, while she countered with a perceptive dodge and slide, then reversed to slash open the Tiger Demon’s belly with her sword.
The awakening of the Magic Eye of Perception happened then.
Yun Conglong, Feng Conghu. The Winged Tiger Demon’s pounce was imbued with the Power of Wind, swift and unmatched, far beyond what her young self could handle at the ti. She couldn’t react in ti, yet just as the tiger claw was barely a centiter from her, everything in her vision started to slow down, and the movents of the Tiger Demon were delineated little by little.
A thread visible only to her appeared in her sight, and Little Yagyū Jūbei instinctively slashed her small knife along this thread, thus accomplishing the sliding kill achievent.
Nowadays, she has honed the ability of this Magic Eye to perfection. Except for Teacher Tsukahara’s flawless Unique Technique of The First Great Sword, every other sword move in her eyes has a flaw.
Even her mother and grandmother, the two more established Great Sword Masters, were no exceptions.
Leaving Magic Power aside, when it cos to swordsmanship alone, her mother and grandmother actually were not her opponents anymore.
However, Miss Sword Master now faced a peculiar situation she had never encountered before.
The Battosai’s slashes appeared entirely flawed in her eyes; it couldn’t even be called swordsmanship. If any apprentice from her dojo dared to slash like this, Yagyū Jūbei would undoubtedly scold them harshly and make them practice the Basic Swordsmanship’s Nine Blades Thirteen Styles thousands of tis over; the basics were terrible, simply unbearable to watch.
In any case, the perceived lines of flaws by the Magic Eye of Perception seed more than just a few, densely packed like a ball of yarn.
Yet, despite the sword being filled with so many flaws, when Yagyū Jūbei truly intended to use one of the flaw lines to perform Taking without a Sword, she was astonished to find the line simply vanished.
No, it didn’t vanish; it actually shifted from one position to another.
When she tried with a different line, the sa thing happened.
The lines of weakness in the Battosai’s moves were truly like the yarn in a cat’s paw, you couldn’t find the end because it might change at any mont.
Clearly full of flaws, yet due to the incessant changes, it seed as if there were no weaknesses at all.
This was indeed the first ti Miss Sword Master had seen such a phenonon.
Nonetheless, Yagyū Jūbei wasn’t soone who solely relied on the Magic Eye and beca worthless without it. Realizing the ineffectiveness of the Magic Eye, she decided to close it and combat with the swordsmanship she’s trained diligently for years.
She was at least a True Swordsmaster, while the Battosai opposite her looked quite young; seemingly younger than her sixty-so years for sure.
Facing a younger swordsman, Miss Sword Master did not believe her swordsmanship would lose.
However.....
The reality slapped her face so quickly.
While she observed through the Magic Eye, it was fine; but the mont she switched to a swordsmanship perspective, Yagyū Jūbei instantly witnessed the true power hidden within this blow.
The existence known as Sword Soul.
A Sword Soul isn’t particularly rare to a swordsman of the Sword Master level. Yagyū Jūbei herself had a Sword Soul, which was the sublimation of the Yagyū clan’s Living Blade Intent.
This Soul of the Living Blade could greatly enhance the intimidating power of their swordsmanship, dissolve the opponent’s hostility and battle intent, achieving the effect of subduing the enemy without a fight.
Aside from the Yagyū clan’s Sword Soul, she had also seen other Japanese swordsn’s Sword Souls, such as Teacher Tsukahara’s Soul of Zen Heart Emptiness, or Teacher Kamiizumi’s Soul of Sword Sovereignty.
But...
"What the hell?! This can also be called a Sword Soul?"
Yagyū Jūbei had never seen such a unique Sword Soul of the Battosai before.
At this mont, in her eyes, what was slashing toward her wasn’t a sword, but an entire civilization.
It was a harmonious Myriad Tribes, united world, as beautiful as the awe-inspiring scene in a utopian Fantasy Village from children’s fairy tales.
Within the Phantom of that Sword Soul, Miss Sword Master saw witch and Demon drinking happily together, Angel and Great Dragon laughing together, Orc and Elf could be couples, Winged People and Sea Clan could be friends.
The whole world was no longer about supremacy by bloodline or birth; all beings were equal, differing duties were taken based on strengths and capabilities instead. Though positions might vary in rank, human rights dawned universal equality.
She saw all these different culturally diverse races congregate on that one.....
emmm, well, it really was a hamr.
Everyone gathered under a single hamr, united under the laws and rules inscribed on it, with only one aim for everyone—to build a better ho for all.
Yet, as Miss Sword Master was srized by this prosperous vision she could only dream of, wanting to imrse herself in it, suddenly, all the myriad tribes people in the Fantasy Village turned their heads uniformly towards her.
"Sister, are you sure you want to obstruct the building of our ho?"
"Sister, do you really want to be our enemy?"
The countless people shouted in unison like thunder, questioning severely as if striking her heart like an iron hamr, probing her soul.
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