Volume 11 - Yamata no Orochi: Chapter 58 – Minamoto no Yoritomo’s Ambition! (Part 2)

Volume 11 - Yamata no Orochi: Chapter 58 – Minamoto no Yoritomo’s Ambition! (Part 2)

In the midst of her spin, Lily extended her hand, summoning Oborozuki Muramasa back from Yoritomo’s defeated form into her grasp. Descending, she gripped her blade with both hands and executed a spinning slash, sending a hazy moonlit blade beam directly at Yoritomo’s chest.

The blade beam struck Yoritomo squarely, eliciting a muffled grunt.

Blood burst from Yoritomo as he was propelled backward, crashing into the castle tower. The impact obliterated the Genji clan’s golden crest, scattering its fragments across the ground where Yoritomo, too, came to a heavy, final rest. Tôp novel updates on n/(o)/v/elb/in(.)com

The five luminous stellar souls he harbored flickered into the distance, ultimately fading into oblivion.

Lily touched down gently as Yoritomo struggled to rise, supporting himself on trembling hands while blood streamed endlessly from his wounds, his body a tableau of violence.

“Ah... cough cough... I never envisioned my end to be thus...”

With Oborozuki Muramasa in hand, Lily approached Yoritomo, each step measured and deliberate.

“Don’t come closer!” Yoritomo, head bowed, his determined visage marred by blood and tremors, had lost much of his strength with six stellar souls destroyed.

Coughing, Yoritomo persisted in a hoarse whisper, “Behind me, within the castle, lie vast stores of explosive spiritual artifacts, enchanted formations, and flame-generating mechanisms amassed by the Genji clan over years. Even you, with your formidable power, would be obliterated.”

Lily’s advance slowed as she heightened her alertness. Given Yoritomo’s brink of death, deceit seemed pointless. “At this juncture, what aim do you harbor?”

“Cough...” Laboring to maintain his stance, Yoritomo planted his broken blade into the earth for support. “My every deed was for the world... to ensure humanity... a future!”

“With my defeat inevitable, Lily, falsehoods serve me no purpose. Do you still fail to grasp my convictions?”

The conflict beyond the castle walls concluded; of the two heavenly kings, one lay dead, the other retreated, gravely injured. The demon and black-armored forces were largely vanquished, with scant survivors. Lily’s allies dominated the field, their attention now on the defeated Yoritomo.

“Yoritomo, in your own terms, what is righteousness? Victory alone defines justice.” Despite her disheveled appearance, bloodied skin, and torn attire, Lily’s formidable beauty remained undiminished in the light.

“Yoritomo, you...”

“Are you aware of what triggers the castle’s explosives?” Lily stopped in her tracks.

Lifting his determined gaze, he continued, “It’s me; the explosives are set to detonate when my soul’s fluctuations cease.”

Just then, Lily’s allies reached her side, poised to advance.

“Stay back! Do you wish to be obliterated!? Since I’ve been defeated, none of you should perish...” Yoritomo, drenched in blood and barely able to remain upright, staggered toward the castle’s fiercest flames, murmuring, “I am Minamoto no Yoritomo, the grand shogun who subdued the Southern Outlander. In death, my spirit shall not linger in this realm nor be captured.”

“Lord Kamakura...” For an instant, Lily envisioned the figure she first encountered, the towering, deity-like warrior. He was forthright yet elusive, offering her experiences that blurred the lines between deceit and instruction—the most driven hero in this shadowed realm.

The flames consumed his body, yet he was indifferent. Leaning on his fragmented blade for support, he summoned his remaining strength to stand erect and pivot, his visage amid the fire fierce and steadfast, akin to a celestial demon deity making its descent.

He bellowed, “Lily! In my stead, safeguard this world

1——!”

Flames, voracious as the heavens, surged skyward, enveloping the castle and obfuscating Yoritomo’s determined silhouette within their embrace.

Terrifying detonations ensued, causing the entire floating mountain to tremble and fracture. The castle and nearby towers succumbed to the conflagration and blasts.

The land and mountains quivered. Yoritomo’s final stronghold plummeted from the nocturnal heavens, a symphony of thunder and detonations marking its fall!

Author’s Note:

The ultimate confrontation within the mortal domains concludes. Don’t leave though, beyond all lies an unexpected plot~!

Footnotes:

Robinxen: You’re still an idiot and I hate your logic.