Kyle smiled indifferently, not knowing whether to say that the girl in front of him was too cute or just really stupid. She didn't have any hostility towards him, a foreign intruder, but rather curiosity and inexplicable pleasure.
"What's your name?" the kimono girl asked again.
"Shouldn't you say your own name before asking someone else's name?" Kyle asked back immediately.
"That's right." The kimono girl tilted her head and said softly, "My name is 'Sakurahime', Sakura of cherry blossoms, and Himegami of Hime. But my family calls me 'Sachiko', which means they want me to be happy forever, although I don't know what happiness is."
"My name is Kyle. Kai from Kaido, Er from Erkang."
Kyle followed the other person's format and played a joke on his previous life with his name. He kept looking at the other person's beautiful pale face, but after hearing his name, Sakuraji smiled from the bottom of her heart and commented:
"Kyle, nice name."
Kyle didn't know what to say for a moment. The kimono girl in front of him showed no fear at all for his name, which was regarded as a demon and taboo by the Risan people.
"Tap tap tap—"
at this time.
The sound of wooden clogs stomping on the corridor came from the corridor. Kyle looked sideways and saw a black shadow passing by. The next moment, a young swordsman in samurai clothes came in front of him and jumped up quickly and powerfully, with the sword in his hand already raised above his head, ready to strike.
Before the person fell, the sword swung down through the wind. In Sakuraji's eyes, all she saw was a flash of bright light the whole time.
So fast.
There was a hint of surprise in Kyle's eyes. For a normal human being, the speed of the strike was so fast that they might have just noticed it before their body was cut in half.
Unfortunately, it was him who faced off against him.
After many card evolutions, especially the transformation of Protoss cards, Kayle's body genes have long been very different from those of humans.
Kyle did not dodge. Instead, he stretched out his left index finger like lightning and raised it up like a sword to block.
'clang-'
The swordsman Risang swung his sword at the finger, making a crisp sound like the sound of metal clashing. A shocking trickle of blood slid down from the finger and dripped onto the white back of Sakuraji's hand next to him.
Kyle was really surprised this time. He was actually injured. Although he did not use the binary star energy, the power of the God of Fire, and even did not have the protection of Venom and Vess, the fact that a human could hurt him, who now has the physique of a god, can only be described in four words.
Reach the pinnacle.
This is a sword strike that reaches the pinnacle of perfection, capable of touching even lives as powerful as gods.
Compared to Kyle's surprise, the one who was more shocked and desperate at this moment was Jian Yi, who swung the sword.
In this new era of advanced modern technology and the decline of martial arts and kendo, Jianyi has no set of moves. For thirty years, he has defeated countless modern kendo masters and martial arts masters with just this one sword move that he risked everything on, and is nearly invincible in Risang.
The sword had slashed through modern tanks and guns. But now, facing the great enemy in front of him, this sword that had been concentrated with all its faith and put into it only caused a tiny wound.
This is the strongest in the world.
Jian Yi put away his sword and half-knelt in front of Kyle in a decadent manner.
Kyle looked at him in surprise, "Not going on?"
Jian Yi smiled bitterly. How could he continue? He was born with only that one sword, and now that sword could only break the skin. Even if Kyle stood there and let him chop him a hundred or a thousand times, he could not really endanger the other party's life.
Jian Yi took a deep breath and laughed bitterly, "As expected of the American Kyle, I am indeed... not as good as my former swordsmanship predecessors. No matter how hard I practice to catch up, it is in vain."
"The sword you used just now, in my opinion, no one in Risang during World War II could compare to you."
Kyle had a blank expression on his face. He was telling the truth. Back then he was just a super soldier with a body, and the difference between him and now after becoming a god was as huge as heaven and earth.
"To have your affirmation, Jian Yi will die with no regrets."
Jian Yi smiled in relief, knelt on his knees, nailed the sword in his hand to the floor of the corridor, and said to Kyle: "Come on, if I can die in your hands, it will be worth it for me to train my body and pursue the sword for more than 30 years."
"Then I'll give you a ride."
Kyle flicked his finger and a wisp of golden flame shot out from between his fingers. After the flame landed on Jian Yi's body, his clothes and flesh and blood melted away in an instant until his entire body turned into ashes.
As the night wind blew past, the ashes drifted outside the yard, leaving only the nailed sword.
Kyle looked down and saw that his broken fingers were still dripping with blood. It turned out that the wound had not yet healed.
"Another sword mixed with sodium carbon steel?"
Kyle looked at the sword nailed to the floor in surprise. The sword that could suppress the self-healing ability could only be made of sodium carbon steel, just like the Murasame in the past. The sword used by Kenichi was probably also called a demon sword in Risang.
"You are hurt… "
Sakura watched as Kyle suddenly stretched out his left hand. A warm white light emanated from her palm and fell on Kyle's injured finger. The wound caused by the sodium-carbon steel quickly healed itself.
Healing ability
Kyle raised his eyebrows and looked at Ying Ji, coldly reminding her: "You are helping your enemies."
"Enemy?" Sakura looked confused and responded in a low voice: "I only know the difference between healthy people and sick people."
"Then you are not afraid of me."
It was the first time that Kyle encountered such a strange girl, who seemed to be imprisoned in the Emperor's Pavilion, but was protected by a powerful swordsman.
"Are you going to kill me?"
Ying Ji showed a pure and flawless smile, leaned against the wooden door, and explained weakly: "The doctor said that I only have half a year to live. The healing technique can save others, but it can't save myself. I'm not afraid of death, so why should I be afraid of you."
"I see."
Kyle squatted down, stared closely at Sakura who was kneeling on the ground, and the corners of his mouth quietly curved into an arc, "Girl, do you want to live? I can give you a life span of fifty years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years."
At this moment, Kyle was like a demon from hell, whispering things that humans only dream of.
But Ying Ji shook her head gently and said decisively: "I don't want it."
"Why?" Kyle was stunned.
Ying Ji smiled and said, "Even if I can continue to live, I will just live here forever, which is boring and a waste of time. It would be better to die early."
Kyle suddenly understood that the girl in front of him had no meaning in life. She could continue to live or die at any time. So there was no fear or enemy in her eyes, only how to kill the last period of her life.
"Interesting. Then I will teach you the beauty of life."
Kyle said this, and he reached out his left hand to embrace Sakuraji's slender and soft waist, and reached out his right hand to hold the back of her head with a hairband.
"wonderful?"
Sakura blinked in confusion, but the next moment, her words and her cherry-like lips were blocked by Kyle.