In the "Shoji" room, with a sliding door covered in a transparent plastic material that allows light to pass through...
Eva opened her eyes to find a short spear pointed at her neck by someone she didn't know, unaware of who sent him or why he wanted to kill her. She let out a scream, managing to exploit the attacker's confusion to quickly rise to the corner...
"Haha, a nuisance like you should sleep in her grave!! You have an attractive speed, you little slut!"
"Oh! It's quite fun, even more enjoyable when you hunt the mice trying to flee."
As I approached the lodge, searching for the source of the scream... The transparent doors covering the rooms allowed me to see the figure of a person holding a spear...
Ha ha, without asking for permission, I broke through one of the squares with my fist to drag the person out by the collar... Oh, that caused the door to break!
"You've taken your time to show up, triangle-mouth! I waited for you for hours, then dozed off. I've seen that face of yours in the tavern."
"Brando, do you know him?"
Of course not, how would I know him! But I thought I caught his scent when we arrived here; he was watching us from the tree. I knew he would come back...
"Hey! Brando! There are many of them behind you!"
"So you're the one who killed Schiller. I felt something was off! That creep isn't the type to let just a little girl take him down."
"Listen, man, we're all here to kill you," he said, pointing his thumb behind him.
So who are you, and why do you want to kill me?
"It's not personal. Whoever brings back your head among us will become the leader of the rest, the chief of a band of mercenaries."
So that's it.
"So that's it... so that's it..." Ha ha, he said it in my way; it seems I made him lose his composure with that word...
"Do you think this is the right time for such talk? Do you really think you can take us all down with one filthy sword?!"
"Well, it's not just one sword," I offered him my collection:
Ares' Sword, the Bloodied Blade...
A red sword that feeds on blood, a long weapon resembling a curved katana, with an unconventional design featuring six circular holes along the blade. According to the old witch, it's a sword that was inherited to me from someone; she didn't want to tell me his identity or, as she put it, that it wasn't the right time.
Susano's Sword...
Not one, but two—this is a double-edged sword with a handle longer than traditional swords. The main blade measures about 80 centimeters, with a slight curve at the tip, while the secondary blade is attached to the first, measuring 35 centimeters. It can be called a "hook," a double-bladed sword resembling a double fork, one end longer than the other...
Sodegarami (Sleeve Entangler)
It is a staff made of strong wood, approximately one and a half meters long, featuring a chain with six steel hooks curved inward and outward, arranged along both sides... This weapon is designed more for defense than for offense, capable of blocking swords or spears thanks to its multiple hooks, which increases the chances of entanglement...
[Chain Scythe]
It consists of three main elements: the kama (scythe), the chain (kusari), and the weight (fon)... The blade of the scythe is sharp on the inside, curved at about 90 degrees or slightly more, with a metallic sheen indicating its hardness, and a pointed end for stabbing...
The handle is wrapped in braided wrapping similar to that used on samurai swords, providing a strong grip and preventing slipping... The chain is made of flexible steel, measuring three meters in length, designed for long-range attacks or defense... The weight is a spiked metal ball.
Kotingō
[Little Devil]
This weapon is gripped by the teeth... It resembles a spear with two blades: the first is straight, and the second curves downward at an angle of up to 90 degrees... The main blade is relatively long and pointed, with a curved side protrusion resembling a jaw or a sharp tooth, giving it a predatory appearance.
"Come on, let's fight!"
Mr. Gaucho is still in the painting room, struggling with mixing colors to achieve his desired outcome, but nothing is going well for him. What happened with his friend has only added to his lack of focus...
"Damn! This isn't it... this isn't the color I want... Logic says red + blue + purple to get the desired color."
Gaucho slammed the container he was mixing colors in against the door, piercing the lid and smashing it into the head of one of the intruders entering the lodge...
Well done, you senile painter, I accept this help of yours...
The door to Mr. Gaucho's room swung open due to the ongoing fight beside it between Brando and the intruders... Sitting on the ground in a cross-legged position, his feet intertwined with his knees slightly raised off the floor... His hand was on his head, showing his frustration...
"Damn it, Eva! Are you sure you're the daughter of a great warrior? Come on, use your sword or anything else, you little girl!"
"I didn't bring anything with me; I thought I wouldn't need it."
"A bright red... that's all I need to complete this piece, just this color... I can see it in my mind... that true red, I've seen it a thousand times before... Should I extract it from roses? Maybe not... What about rust? No... no... it leans toward orange... The color of sunset! Hmm, but not quite, it's close, something fundamental... the essence of all red... Oh my God, make my eyes see it... damn it!"
"Well done, now it's your turn, step forward! My bloodied sword still yearns for more..."
"Splats... splash... splat..."—the sound of blood splattering as a head was severed...
Ah! No... you've gone too far... I'm sorry, painter, for the mess!
The head of the intruder rolled before Mr. Gaucho's eyes, blood splattering onto his face and onto the wooden piece he was working to finish...
"Ah! This is it... this is it!" Gaucho jumped with joy and let out a cry that made everyone pause for a moment before continuing the fight...
"Ha ha ha, this is exactly what I wanted to see... Yes! A true red!!! You won't get this color by mixing damned paints; this color must be pure and authentic."
"Damn it! I can finish all the wooden pieces that need this color... with all this effort, I'll quickly complete everything that remains!" Gaucho distributed the wooden pieces that required that color against the wall.
"And now, all I have to do is drag that personal guard into the room to let them fight here, and I'll be done...." Before he could finish his sentence, someone was thrown into the room...
"Skaaaark!"—the sound of one of the wooden pieces shattering!
"W... what!! You son of a whore! What have you done, you reckless fool?"
One of the art pieces he was working on was broken. In shock, Gaucho's mouth hung open, his eyes wide as if about to fall out.
This isn't my fault, you senile painter; he threw himself in and what happened, happened. Now let me finish off these scoundrels...
You're all alone now, triangular-faced man. The scoundrel began to attack me from two meters away or more, considering the length of his arm... A random thrust with his spear while I was just stepping back, avoiding his strikes, waiting for my chance to pounce on him. I felt the tree touch my back, which meant I had to attack with the Sodegarami...
Suddenly, the man with the triangular mouth started laughing loudly...
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