Against the faded gray color of the sky, the ripped flags continued to ripple weakly.
One stood alone in the center of the battlefield. Printed into the red eyes, were partners one after another lying in pools of blood. Spreading both hands, the nauseating smell of blood covered his entire body.
You can't protect anyone.
Harsh words echoed in his ears, causing him to press his hands against them, hoping to block all sound out, but every single word and sentence was like the sound of a drum roll, attacking his heart again and again.
Kaala...
An enemy warrior suddenly stood up in front of him, the staggering pace was unbelievably, but solidly, walking towards himself. That murderous aura, and the samurai sword in his hand which was dripping with blood were both daunting.
In the blink of an eye, The knife in his own hands had already rammed itself through the enemy's chest.
"You can't protect anyone."
The man looked up at him, it was Hijikata's face...
Fear has broken his indifferent expression, the repentant shaking of his knees did not allow him to stand firmly. Backing away, he noticed that beside him were bodies of familiar faces...
"Gin-san... didn't you say you were going to protect us?"
Voices echoed around him, oppressing his lungs, enabling his breathing.
"Because you're a demon, you are the White Yasha which everyone is afraid of."