At the moment he grasped the hilt, Tsuchiya Kazuma's face regained its confidence.
"Clang——"
With a powerful pull, the blood-red blade emerged from the scabbard like a red dragon soaring into the sky. Following it, a wave of ominous supernatural aura swept across the Buddhist temple.
This sinister aura reminded Kawashima Miki of the sword's name, causing her heart to skip a beat.
Though she hated Fujiwara Reya, she couldn't afford for him to die just yet.
After grabbing the sword, Tsuchiya Kazuma shifted from a disadvantaged position and actively advanced towards Fujiwara Reya.
A faint red mist continued to seep from the sword in his hand, enveloping him and making him look like some kind of walking omen of misfortune.
——What is this?
Fujiwara Reya scrutinized the obviously unusual sword to determine its origins.
By estimation, the blade was 72cm long, 3.2cm wide, and the decorative style of the hilt was ancient, at least from the Korean War era.
