The Swordsman of the Gods

PROLOGUE-SEASON TWO-ISLAND NIHONKOKU

In a world that knows no boundaries. Surrounded by soft white clouds like cotton and a bright blue sky. It shines like an eternal heaven. The last, holiest and wisest layer of all things favors the mortal world.

Once, one of the creatures clad in white robes bowed his head and prostrated himself among the many other creatures like himself.

Intangible, somehow the original appearance of the creature wrapped in white robes at this time. The clouds he was walking on suddenly collapsed and made him fall free.

Underneath the white robe was an unusually large wing. To cover the world. The so-called Gods but turned into the Cursed One among them.

He fell by flapping his wings as if he was reluctant to fly. Gravity pulled itself down and every part of its body was cut into pieces. Falling into the human world.

His hands and every finger were huge and glowing. The tongue is split without injury or blood. Ears are invisible and only round like the smallest snowballs melt. Until the eyeball is white and round turns into jet black. Empty lifeless.

Once again, the other parts began to separate from his soul. His soul went nowhere but also fell into the human world. The mortal world is filled with delights and forgets things that are more precious than treasures.

Through the many layers of heaven. Butt, deaf, mute and blind make him the Cursed One. Regardless of the promise between the constricted necks, it slowly began to manifest itself with iron chains. Everything that was detached from his body turned black like priceless charcoal. But if swiped will appear sparks.

Cracks! Cracks!

The part of his body that had fallen first was also slowly bleeding. As hard as a waterfall descended from top to bottom, blood unceasingly gushed out. The concentrated aura between evil and virtue is mixed into one.

No one could tell the difference except for the few people who had obtained body parts from the Cursed God.

The hand that rules over the air, the ear that hears from every direction and is heard in his heart, the tongue is reprehensible as incitement and the two eyes see through from all sides can be shown all kinds of invisible though.

The ones who get it are the ones who once committed an unforgivable crime. Closed or closed, crimes cannot be removed and are displayed as if they were in a historical museum.

Either the ugliness or the virtue that enveloped those people. But for sure, none of them were sane people. Not one of them is a human being who cannot be called a true human being.

Ambition, power, wealth or whatever it is. Target one after another even though the betting life they are willing to take risks to get what they want.

Greed leads to death. Anyone involved with such people would die leaving regrets. They are called AS THE OWNERS OF THE GOD BODY.

From all corners of the world, they will gather in one place. Will something big happen between them? Fight or befriend? But if they are friends, what benefits do they get?

On a land, a man was about to cross over to the next region. Perhaps he had already spent a lot of time just searching for another island. Seen from the chin filled with beard, many wounds on every part of his body and feathers on both legs or hands began to erode.

The stinging heat made him continue to wipe the sweat on his face. He was a swordsman, single as well as double. The only physical deficiency is blind. Not just blind, he no longer has an eyeball.

Everyone would think, "Oh how unfortunate this man is to be blind!", but that's not entirely true because he can see with the Eye of God.

The warrior was known as the Asyura Father. But now he is using his identity as Yongchun.

“Master wants to go where hot-hot like this?”

The drifting wind and sea currents sounded so loud that Yongchun cleared his throat and turned to the man who had just greeted him.

“I want to go to the island,” Yongchun said as he pointed ahead.

Suddenly the man was surprised, then turned to the direction he was pointing at. Instantly his eyes were wide.

“Master, sure? On the island, the people are quite rude,” he warned.

“I'm sure.”

The man snorted in disbelief with an offended smile and thrust his palm at Yongchun.

“If you want to be escorted using my ship, at least you must have some in your pants pocket,” said the man.

Yongchun reached into the pockets of his pants and also on the inside of his clothes. After finding it he then took out a small bag which he then opened.

Yongchun said as he handed over some metal pieces in his palm, “I only have a few.”

“That's enough, Sir. Let me drop off,” said the man with a face full of happiness receiving the piece of metal.

The ocean almost feels the same. However, there is a slight difference between the air from the sky. Yongchun looked up at the blue sky to see the clouds moving against each other, fusing and becoming one.

The white color is not so striking because it almost blends with the color of the sky blue.

The wide elongated island looks very lifeless than the other islands. It has reached an island called Nihonkoku Island. The land there looks very striking with green plants and trees that thrive. The houses there look very neat.

“It's arrived. Sir, would you like me to take you down?”

Yongchun shook his head, slowly he descended while looking to the right and left. Everyone who saw him became speechless with gaping mouths.

When Yongchun set foot on another land, he felt that the air he had been looking for was finally found now. Although it is transparent Yongchun can still feel it through the ground.

Nihonkoku Island which has several areas along the width of this island. Now Yongchun was at the very end. Seeing the crowd of people around without paying attention to its existence, inexplicably feels safe and secure.

After a few steps into the island of Nihonkoku, his attention was focused on the many red gates (tori) that led to the peak heading somewhere.