Seiji didn't have to load every time he received a heavy attack, but that was the case most of the time.
The fatal part about trying to break through a large group of monsters by himself was that if he received a heavy attack or was surrounded, he would definitely die — that was if he didn't have the ability to load.
Seiji was only able to continue advancing by relying on this ability. It was precisely because of this ability that he personally experienced just how powerful this ability was.
Even if he already had a clear understanding of this ability, personally experiencing it would still be quite an impact. This impact wasn't just in terms of understanding, but rather on a deeper level … If he had to make an analogy, it would be like the difference between reading a harem manga and actually building a harem.
Cough, that analogy wasn't quite appropriate. It was fine to just understand.
Seiji personally experienced how powerful this ability was. But even so, breaking through was still difficult. His powerful ability protected his life, but he still needed to do his best to slowly reach the end.
As for Kazuko, she was the only bystander here. She was already astonished by this extremely dangerous parkour process.
Despite being surrounded by so many large and small spiritual monsters, Seiji was still able to break through by himself. Again and again … no, it should be said that Seiji was able to continuously and dangerously pass through seemingly hopeless situations. This was completely beyond her imagination!
She didn't know how many times she thought that it was impossible, but Seiji was always able to surpass her. The hopeless situation in her eyes seemed like a smooth path for him, but it was actually impossible.
A hopeless situation was a hopeless situation!
If he made even the slightest mistake, or reacted just slightly slower, he would be hit and surrounded … Yet, he wouldn't make any mistakes, and he always maintained his incredibly high reflexes!!
This was practically art.
That's right, art. Kazuko felt that Seiji's performance had already reached the level of art. Although she didn't know how to describe it herself, she just had this feeling and was astonished to such a degree.
Gradually, a white mist began to rise.
No, Seiji gradually entered an area filled with white mist.
As the mist became thicker and thicker, his vision became obstructed. However, the number of spiritual monsters also decreased, so it was actually becoming easier to break through.
He was getting closer.
Kazuko didn't even need to tell him. Seiji could sense it himself.
Finally, he saw a dark-red torii.
The torii had a holy aura, but it also gave off an ominous feeling. Three entire rows of gigantic Samurai Demons stood in front of it.
Seiji unhesitatingly used [White Calamity]! Break through the last line of defense with all your strength.
It didn't work.
Load again.
After learning the lesson, the second breakthrough was a success!
After entering the torii, Seiji felt as if he had fallen into an icy, deep, and dark ocean. He felt tremendous pressure.
Seiji gritted his teeth and moved forward. While the effects of "White Calamity" were still in effect, he relied on Shirasakura's protection and withstood the pressure to continue moving forward.
Kazuko seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
Under the heavy pressure of the Demonic God, it was not easy to stay awake.
Then, the effects of "White Calamity" disappeared, and the sudden increase in pressure instantly made him feel like he was being crushed. It was extremely painful.
But it was still okay, he could still hold on!
Since he had already promised to do his best, there was no way he would back down at the last moment.
But the darkness seemed endless.
Just when Seiji felt that he was about to reach his limit, a surge of warmth suddenly surged in his body, giving him the strength to continue walking.
It was Yomi … and Shinobu.
He was never alone and helpless.
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu —
Seiji let out a cry and spat out blood. Under the heavy pressure of the darkness that was about to crush him into pieces, he stubbornly moved forward …
…
Snowflakes fell from the sky. It was freezing cold.
This wasn't good weather. But for Koutarou who sold coal for a living, this counted as good weather. That was because coal would be easier to sell.
Koutarou's father had died early due to illness. As the eldest son, Koutarou became the pillar of the family. In order to earn more money so that his mother and siblings could eat their fill, Koutarou was inclined to go to town and sell coal on a day when it didn't snow too heavily.
"Judging by the weather, it seems like it's going to snow even harder. You shouldn't go." His mother tried to persuade him.
"It's fine. This level of snow won't matter. No need to worry." Koutarou smiled at his mother as he picked up a basket filled with coal.
Then, he left home and walked along the mountain path towards town.
After walking for a while, he saw a thick white mist in front of him.
Why was there mist? Koutarou felt that it was strange, but he didn't think too much about it. He simply became more alert and walked more carefully.
To his surprise, he saw a person wearing strange clothing and a strange helmet in the mist.
This strange person was collapsed on the ground. There was blood near his face, and he was holding a sharp longsword in his hand!
Koutarou was so startled that his entire body froze.
"Who … is this person?"
Was he dead? Why was he collapsed here?
Koutarou was quite nervous. After looking at that person for a while, he gathered his courage and slowly walked over.
"Hey … are you still alive?"
There was no response.
"Hey!!!" Koutarou shouted in an even louder voice as he walked closer.
* Shing! * That person suddenly raised his head and turned towards Koutarou.
Koutarou was startled yet again. He cried out in surprise as he took two steps back and fell to the ground on his butt. It was quite painful.
That person faced Koutarou and used his longsword as support to slowly stand up. The edge of his sword flashed with a sharp light.
Only now did Koutarou notice that the longsword's surface was inscribed with tiny mystical runes. The runes gave off a mystical and mystical feeling.
A mystical longsword and mystical clothing. Just what was this person who gave off such a strange aura …?
Koutarou felt both confused and afraid. He instinctively wanted to run away. However, his body was temporarily unable to move.
"Hello." A gentle voice greeted him.
"Eh?" Koutarou paused in surprise.
Then, he saw the person take off his helmet, revealing an extraordinarily handsome face!
Koutarou was stunned by this. This was the first time in his life that he had ever seen such a handsome face. He received a huge shock when he learned that a boy could be so handsome.
"May I ask where this place is?" the handsome boy, Seiji, asked.
There was no response. Koutarou simply stared at him in a daze.
Seiji furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he repeated his question.
"This … this is a mountain!" Koutarou regained his senses and answered.
"A mountain … what mountain?"
"A mountain … it's a mountain."
"I'm asking what this mountain's name is."
"Name … I don't know." Koutarou shook his head.
He had been born on this mountain. To him, a mountain was a mountain. It was only natural for it to be called a mountain. He had never known or imagined that this mountain would have a name.
"I see … then may I ask what your name is?" Seiji looked at Koutarou and continued asking.
"My name is Koutarou."
"Koutarou … what's your surname?"
"Surname?"
"It's the surname in front of a given name."
"I don't know what that is. My name is Koutarou."
Koutarou didn't have a surname … Seiji blinked in surprise.
"My apologies for my rudeness. My name is Harano."
"Harano?"
"That's right. Nice to meet you, Koutarou-san. May I ask where you're going?" Seiji sheathed his longsword and extended his hand towards Koutarou.
"I'm … going to town to sell coal." Koutarou hesitated for a moment, but he still accepted Seiji's hand and allowed Seiji to pull him up.
"Is there … a lot of people in town?"
"Of course."
"I'd like to go as well. Can I go together with you?"
"You can … but, who are you, Harano -san?"
Seiji fell silent for a moment.
"I'm a ronin who's lost."
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