Meanwhile, at the other side of the globe and at a different time period there was a ruinous battle being fought in a city that knew no fear nor violence.

The morning of this city that was promised to be peaceful was like no other, the azure sky faded to gray and was soon occupied with Genmas falling from the heavens. As the light of the day disappeared. Those vicious monsters mercilessly massacred their defenseless preys. Those miserable human run with a terrified pounding hearts that could not contain the amount of terror they experience. Those limbs of theirs moves swiftly like the wind as their minds were absent of where to go or hide. Is there any spot safe from these monsters? May there be a sanctuary? Many were slaughtered on the road, the colour red painted the street's pavements, the insides of many were torn out adorning the soil. Some thought to take shelter in the churches, perhaps the Divine One will descend from the Heavens to protect his children from the horror of those misshapen creatures. Many rushed in with eyes reflecting the hope they had stored in their hearts. However, the sight of the slain priest delivered even greater fright in their hearts. Is there no God to save them?

The mercenaries' rifles did only little good on striking back those ruthless deformed fiends. However, they did not stand a chance. Each died miserably. . . One by one they fall. It felt as though the ball of death was randomly taking down lives on the billiards cushion.

However, there is one man who is determined to survive. He stood his ground and kept attacking the assaulting Genmas with his rifle, with a comrade beneath him taking his final breathes. It was only a matter of time that he ran out of ammunition. But he could not die now, he cannot accept death; for he still has his beloved son to meet. At the moment when all hope is lost, a figure dressed in crimson armor appeared rushing from the alley.

He sliced the terrible Genmas with his two swords with ease. After disposing of the nuisance he was greeted with a foreign tongue.

"Un Samouraï?" Wondered the Westerner in amazement, he could tell that this stranger is Japanese but he was having his doubts that he is from this era. Because in this age and time, sword arts are long forgotten.

"Where are we?" Asked the noble Samurai with a stern tone. This area was unfamiliar, there were countless of objects and machines that seemed outlandish to him. Those burning vehicles, the black pillars that gave off light from their crowns, and those machines that were changing colours from red to yellow to green. He certainly has visited many foreign lands at his earlier days, the days before he became the chosen one. However, his eyes never witnessed such sophisticated objects.

"Qui es-tu? Que se passe-t-il?" He responded again with a language the other is not familiar with, the perplexed valiant gazed at the man dressed in blue with confusion reflecting from his eyes. Acknowledging that he will not receive the answers to his questions, he turned away and marched forth to investigate the area.

"Huh. . .?" The moment of Samanosuke's departure the Westerner was engulfed in a coat as black as coal, it not only dragged him alone, but also his suffering comrade. The screams of despair and agony attracted the man's ears, with haste he returned to where the two encountered, only to watch him vanish in darkness.

"What is happening. . . ?" His eyes traveled from place to place until they settled on a distant unpleasant figure.

"Guildstern!" Shouted Samanosuke with anger, the sight of this Scientist delivered a stream of vile memories to the Oni Warrior. This Guildstern is the one responsible for this havoc, no doubt. That was the most sensible conclusion.

The man hurried to where the Genma Scientist was waiting, during his travels his eyes were acquainted with lots of queer sceneries.

As Samanosuke was concerned with this journey in the future, Jaques has one to attend in the past. The peculiar man gave no heed to the place he was brought to, his biggest concern was his injured companion.

"Phillipe!" He shouted his name as he rushed at his side, whatever could the mercenary do now? His dearest friend was dying in his arms.

"I. . . I could have died, by my wife's side. . . But I. . . I'm dying in your arms. . . Jaques!" His final words were occupied with great regret and sadness, oh how much he longs to see his wife one last time. However, his time is past, so is his life.

"Phillipe! Phillipe!" He continued calling his name in the hopes of him returning to the land of the living, but of what use is his cries and grieves? After mourning over his dear friend's demise he has sworn to take revenge, those hideous monsters will not see the light of the day.

His hand came across the corpses face, lowering his eyes sockets to conceal his eyes. That was the least he could do for now. Despite the unfortunate events he has encountered, he must press forward. The screams of a child echoed in the distance. However, this child was nothing but a mere illusion. Jaques hurried to save his beloved son, mercilessly he slayed the Genma with the Oni whip he was granted. Thus he passed the trial and proved to be worthy of carrying the Gauntlet and becoming the Onimusha.

In this journey, he is not alone; for he has been acquainted with a little Tengu. One that was able to travel through time and space to offer whatever help to both Samanosuke and Jaques. Cooperating with the past Samanosuke, he was successful to reach Nobunaga and end him. Nonetheless, the Genma Lord refused to die. He stood on his feet once again and disposed of the past Samanosuke, and before the Westerner could react he was sucked in a Time Folder returning him to his own era. There he met the present Samanosuke, unfortunately the memories he had with the past one were not in this ones position. Yet the way he looked at him did not change, he was still the companion he can trust, a partner in battle. They all said their farewells before Samanosuke returns to his time in Honoji Temple. Perhaps. . . Someday they would all meet again? Who knows. The Oni warrior still had a battle to end, to crush Nobunaga's ambitions. This battle soon became a Legend. This chapter ends with Nobunaga Oda fall. His presence will no longer linger in this realm; for he is trapped in the Oni Gauntlet.

It has been a long journey for Samanosuke Akechi, however his voyage refused to end. It shan't end until he is successful in sealing the Gauntlet for good.