"Whoosh!"
A slight chilly wind blew from behind the young man, and an elder dressed all in white was already standing behind him at a distance of about 20 meters.
The elder who was filled with anger drew the sword at his waist, staring coldly at the young man before him.
"I will take and hang your head in the middle of the square!" The elder shouted in a voice trembling with anger.
The youth who heard that just closed his eyes and lightly sighed, he turned around and opened his eyes, His red eyes stared intently at the elder dressed all in white and his red hair that was blazing in the wind made his appearance even more sinister.
Slowly, a pitch-black aura enveloped the young man's body.
"There's no mistaking it, he is Yashu the demon sword!" The elder gulped with slightly trembling hands, he was very sure, the young man in front of him was one of the murderous figures whose names had circulated throughout the country.
Now, just the killing aura released by the young man, made the elder's entire body tremble with fear, even the sword in his hand seemed to want to be released.
"Cckkk!"
The elder bit his tongue just to dispel his fear, and it worked a little, although it looks simple only he knows how much courage he mustered until his body stopped shaking.
"Whoosh!"
Without waiting for anything else, the elder who had mounted a perfect stance instantly shot off and left behind only a faint white shadow.
"Dead!"
In just a few seconds, the elder appeared before the youth dressed in all black, swinging his shiny sword at full force.
"Seventh move, split air slash!"
A slash of lightning as if it could split the air shot very quickly, right at the young man's neck.
"Sreeek!"
The old man passed the young man's body in a perfect stance. The body is slightly bent and the legs are spread back and forth and the sword is in front of the face.
A moment later, fresh blood immediately spurted out, but it didn't come from the young man, but from the body of the elder dressed all in white.
"Impossible! How can he be that fast." The elder looked back slightly, he saw that the young man was still standing upright in his original position without being injured in the slightest, even the sword was in its scabbard as if it had never moved.
The elder was holding his stomach which had been torn apart, and his intestines which had also been cut slightly out, he tried to suppress it and wanted to continue fighting, he didn't want to give up or let the young man get away with it.
"Khuu… Khuuk."
But of course, that was just his wish, he immediately vomited blood and lay on the ground, the wound was too deep and wide, and he had lost too much blood.
The young man dressed in all black just casually walked towards the elder and wanted to pass by quietly.
"God will punish you!" The elder mustered all his strength to say his last words, before finally dying.
The youth paused for a moment and glanced at the dead elder. "I don't believe in gods!" Said the young man briefly, then sped away, leaving the body of the dead elder with a flat face without the slightest sense of guilt.
A dozen days passed, and the young man dressed in all black finally arrived at the gate of the red leaf clan, the clan where he grew up and practiced swordsmanship to become a samurai who was feared throughout the country.
"Master Yashu is back!" One of the guards shouted with a look of admiration and also a bit of fear.
Even though they are in the same clan, not a few are afraid of the figure of the young man dressed in black.
At the residence of the clan chief of the red leaf, "Yashu is finally back!" The clan chief greeted Yashu directly, he did get special treatment from the higher-ups or elders and even the clan chief, it was because he was the only one who was considered the most genius younger generation disciple within the red leaf clan.
"Greetings to the clan chief." Yashu bowed slightly to pay his respects to his clan chief.
"Don't act like that, you are the pride of our clan, so what? Did you succeed?" asked the clan chief in a relaxed voice, as if asking his son, if it were another disciple, the clan master would not speak so casually.
"I brought the head of the leader as proof!" Yashu replied in a polite voice, he also handed him a brown bag containing the head of the clan leader he had slaughtered a dozen days ago.
"I knew it, you would succeed." The clan chief nodded in satisfaction, everything was going as he expected.
"I have prepared the best money and resources as a reward for your mission success. Come here!" continued the clan leader while letting off a faint smile.
"Yes sir!" Yashu nodded politely, then immediately stepped towards the clan chief, even though he had received the gift many times, he would not dare refuse a gift given directly by his clan chief.
3 months passed, and Yashu's name is already known in several small clans to large clans, even some empires have recorded his name as a threat, He also earned the nickname 'Demon Sword' and was greatly feared.
A few months later, the great war in the southern continent exploded and could not be avoided, the red leaf clan itself was under the rule of the Lenka empire, one of the empires in the southern continent area.
Yashu who at that time was considered to have great power was appointed to be one of the shoguns or generals of the other 7 shoguns, he led about 5 thousand troops.
All the clans that were under the Lenka empire took part in the great war.
The war lasted for up to two months, and many victims fell from every empire, even Yashu himself suddenly disappeared, no one knows he has died or is still alive, while the 5 thousand elite troops he leads have been confirmed dead without a single one remaining.
Now a month has passed, and Yashu has not returned, the Lenka empire is also included in the list of one of the Shoguns who died in the great war.
At the same time, seeing the many casualties in the war filled with ambition for power, the entire empire in the southern continent decided to make peace and stop the war, they divided the territory based on the outcome of the war.
3 years have passed since the great war, and a young man between the ages of 19-20 was standing in front of the gate of the red leaf clan, he was wearing a robe made of beast skin, and on his face, several cut scars and a black cloth were covering his eyes.
The young man was none other than Yashu, one of the most feared samurai a few years ago because his very shabby and disheveled appearance made him unrecognizable by anyone.
Yashu walked through the wide-open clan gate, but 3 guards quickly intercepted him.
"Wait who are you? Where are you from? What's the matter in coming here?" One of the bodyguards poured out a question in a firm voice.
Yashu was silent for a moment, when he was about to answer, one of the guards whispered to his other two comrades.
"Perhaps this young man is also deaf."
"Hmm, really pitiful, he was probably one of the victims of the mountain bandits, his eyes and ears must have been damaged."
"Or even his tongue has been cut off as well."
The three guards looked at Yashu with pitiful eyes, they thought of him as nothing more than a useless beggar.
If they knew the young man they were looking down on was Yashu the demon swordsman, they might just bury themselves straight away.
"I just want to join the red leaf clan and practice swordsmanship! Isn't the clan opening registration for new disciples?" Yashu replied suddenly.
The three guards were suddenly shocked before they thought that Yashu was not only blind but also deaf and mute, they looked at each other and immediately burst out laughing.
"Haha, you ignorant bastard!"