One of them even threw away the sword in his hand, just to run a bit faster.
From time to time, they turned their heads to look back, to see if they had successfully shaken off that "monster."
But each time they turned, the fear on their faces intensified.
What was hunting them down, tearing their courage to shreds, was not some fierce beast nor a terrifying army of enemies.
Instead, it was an old man whose hair had turned gray, at least 90 years old.
Kiryu held a tachi he casually picked up from the ground, lowered his center of gravity, and tightly pursued the four.
Kiryu moved incredibly fast, faster than those four young men!
The distance between them closed rapidly.
In just a moment, Kiryu caught up with the one running the slowest.
The blade flashed——the slowest one fell silent immediately.
Following that, Kiryu caught up with two more, and without exception, took them down one by one.
