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Chapter 821

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Vagabond?

Koutarou had an expression of confusion when he heard this unfamiliar term.

"What is a ronin?"

"You can think of it as a wandering swordsman," Seiji explained and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Oh …" Koutarou glanced over at Seiji's longsword. "You're a samurai … right?"

"You can think of it that way."

"Lord Samurai … why did he fall here?"

"Because I'm tired and injured."

"It's not good to be injured … Do you need me to take you to a pharmacist?"

"No need." Seiji paused for a moment. "Could you tell me about the situation in town?"

"How's the town?"

"Information about the town, such as how many people there are in the town, who's in charge, how long the town has been here, how long it has been, how long it has been, and so on."

Why do I need to know this? Koutarou was confused.

This samurai who called himself "Harano" was an out-and-out strange person.

Although he was handsome, the clothes he wore were strange, the way he spoke was also strange, and there was something strange about him from head to toe … Was it alright to walk with such a person?

As a lowly coal seller, Koutarou had never spoken to a samurai before.

In his impression, samurai were all dignified superiors. One had to be careful just to get close to them. If one accidentally offended them, one might end up in a miserable state. That was why he always kept a respectful distance from them.

Now that he was talking to a warrior face to face, he should have been very nervous. However, this person was too strange, causing him to fall into confusion and even forget to be nervous.

However, the main reason was probably because of Lord Harano's gentle attitude.

Although he carried a sword and called himself a samurai, he felt very different from the other samurai in town … which was also the strange part.

While Koutarou was retorting to Seiji in his mind, Seiji was also observing him.

There was no mistake, this was a spirit body.

This "coal seller" named "Koutarou" didn't seem like a human to Seiji, but rather a spiritual creature!

A Psionic creature that could speak, seemed to have self-awareness, and believed itself to be human … and Seiji heard that there was a town with many such "people" in it! This made Seiji very surprised, but he didn't show it.

He shouldn't have transmigrated again. This place was the deepest part of the Realm of Cherry Blossoms, where the Demonic God's domain was located. So, why was there such a situation!?

He did not understand.

Kazuko wasn't by his side. It seemed that they had gotten separated. Seiji hoped that she was alright.

Seiji tried to contact him with a spell, but to no avail.

Were they excluded by the Demonic God because they couldn't enter with him? Or …

Seiji stopped himself from thinking further.

If Kazuko's situation was truly bad, then he would have to load. But before that, he should first understand the situation here.



On the way to the town, he did not encounter any other 'people'.

Only when Seiji reached the town's streets did he finally see the other "people". As expected, they were all spiritual creatures just like Koutarou.

As for the town's buildings, they were the same as Koutarou's clothes, basket, and charcoal. They were all spirits.

This was a town made up of spirits and psionic creatures!

According to Koutarou, he didn't know how many people there were in this town, nor did he know how long this town's history was. As for the samurais, they were the ones in charge of this town.

Apart from this, Koutarou didn't know of any other towns. He had never seen anyone from another town in his entire life, nor had he ever heard of such a person. Nor had he ever heard of anyone leaving this town.

This was a completely sealed off town … Seiji asked Koutarou if he didn't feel that something was off about this situation. Koutarou's answer was that he didn't feel that anything was off about this town. Nor had he ever thought about other towns.

Although he had his own thoughts, he seemed rather simple. Seiji evaluated this in his mind.

On the streets, all the "people" who saw him looked at him as if he were some strange creature. Their reactions were similar to Koutarou's. To this town, Seiji who had come from the outside world was definitely a strange creature.

Koutarou said goodbye and went to sell charcoal. Seiji was left alone on the streets as he pondered what he should do next.

Although he was quite curious about how this town had been formed and maintained, the most important thing right now was his quest.

If Kazuko's path was correct, then this was where Shigure's body was located … That was to say, it was highly likely that Shigure's body was somewhere in this town!

And, this town seemed rather large. How was he supposed to find Shigure?

As Seiji pondered this, he suddenly saw a group of samurais standing in front of him.

These samurais were all wearing haori and culottes. They all had swords on their waists. They all had balding hairstyles, cold expressions, and cold auras. It was as if they had all jumped out of a costume drama.

Seiji paused in surprise when he saw them.

They all paused in surprise when they saw Seiji as well.

A single person stood silently against a group of samurais on a snowy street. This scene seemed to have some sort of artistic concept to it.

"You … who are you!?" The samurai leader shouted after he regained his senses as he moved his hand to the hilt of his sword.

"I'm just a ronin," Seiji replied.

"Ronin … what's a ronin?" The samurai leader stared at the strange person in front of him as he slowly approached.

At the same time, the other samurais also approached Seiji in a combat stance, intending to surround him.

'What should I do?' Seiji thought quickly.

If he was surrounded, he would be in a passive position. And, judging from the other person's attitude, it didn't seem like a good choice to be honest. It might even lead to unpredictable consequences.

It would be the same if he started a battle. There was no telling what would happen.

Then, the only option left was …

Seiji suddenly turned around and started running!

"Stop!!"

The samurais immediately chased after him.

Then, they were shocked by the speed at which the strange person escaped. Although they ran as fast as they could to catch up, they suddenly lost sight of their target after running through streets and alleys and turning a few corners.

After a pause while panting, the samurai leader angrily ordered everyone to search in all directions. He didn't notice that the strange person was crouching on the roof of a house behind him.

Seiji jumped onto the roof and quickly slipped away along the roofs. He only landed in an alley a few hundred meters away.

'Maybe I have a talent for being an assassin.' He mocked himself in his mind.

The next second, he suddenly felt a little nauseous and couldn't help but cough!

"What's going on?" After coughing, Seiji frowned.

He had already used spells to heal himself, so his injuries should be fine.

Yet, he began to feel rather uncomfortable.

"You've been affected by an environmental fluctuation," Yomi's voice spoke up.

"Environmental fluctuation?"

"The dimensional environment here is rather unique. It was originally in a self-contained state, but because you intruded upon it, the original state began to collapse, which resulted in a fluctuation," the female spirit explained.

"Just like a pond with a stone thrown into it?"

"You can use an analogy like that. You're the stone that destroyed the original environment here, and you're also a leaf that's affected by the fluctuation … This effect can also be viewed as a backlash from you destroying the environment here. "

"Then what should I do?" Seiji asked. "How do I stop this backlash?"

"The current you is unable to stop it," Yomi answered.

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