"Well, he didn't recognize me. Hehe, after all, he's just a hot-blooded samurai that's easily deceived. After all these years, it seems he hasn't made much progress."
Kitsuro continued to walk forward.
As he gradually ventured deeper into the Matsuyama Castle ruins, a glowing crimson purple mist began to appear in the air around him. The mist occasionally rolled and sometimes condensed, wandering through the Matsuyama Castle ruins as if alive.
The outlines of distant buildings were shrouded in a hazy veil.
And those blurred architectural shapes seemed to keep moving, flickering in and out of sight.
They seemed not to be stationary stones and bricks, but flowing liquid or leaping flames, constantly shuttling, transforming, colliding, and separating in the space. Crumbled walls suddenly appeared from the mist, soaring into the sky; then they vanished into the fog as if they never existed.
