Otaku Witch

Success is ninety-nine percent perspiration and one percent Talent, but that one percent of Talent may be more important than the ninety-nine percent perspiration, just like the final Mana's Magic Power that blocked The Third King's path to Ascend to Godhood.

Tsukahara Isshin's The First Great Sword is almost inimitable, after all, not everyone possesses such a Sword Saint's prowess.

"But that's okay, I don't know about others, but I certainly have it."

Dorothy happily absorbed this experience; she decided to spend some time every day honing her Dragon's Breath Sword Technique, striving to elevate it to the realm of The First Great Sword.

Meanwhile, Denisha watched her sister's slightly smug expression, and without needing any Mind Reading Technique, she knew what her sister was thinking.

Her pride was swelling like a pufferfish.

She chuckled and poked her sister's cheek but had no intention of dampening her spirit.

So what if my sister's pride is swelling a bit? She deserves it, and even if she swells a bit more, it's fine, anyone who disapproves can come to me.

"Your last move was really cruel; you cut the heart of that Japanese Sword Saint, and her Sword Dao was directly severed by you."

She said this with a bright smile.

"Sister, come on, I'm not as bad as you say. I was clearly pointing the way for her, helping her mend her ways, right?"

Dorothy protested unhappily.

Even a Good Sister can't speak recklessly and falsely accuse me.

This is a mind-centric world, where all Strengths stem from the mind.

And pure techniques are actually in the realm of materialism.

Tsukahara Isshin's sword emphasizes technique over intent, which is clearly the wrong path. Her First Great Sword has already reached the pinnacle of skill, and no further practice could yield any new outcome.

If this Miss Sword Saint wants to go further, she has to grasp the concept of One Mind of Dreams.

When the two of them were dueling, Dorothy knew from the start that she was no match for the true Sword Saint. Her Krypton Life self-destruct was no stronger than his normal state; how could she compete?

Therefore, the Homebody Witch's sword was never directed at Tsukahara Isshin's body from the beginning but rather aimed to cut her heart.

In the end, Dorothy was killed by Miss Sword Saint's sword, but her sword also cut into Tsukahara Isshin's heart, shattering the Without Thought or Desire state of The First Great Sword.

Just like dropping a stone on a smooth mirror-like water surface, ripples began to spread.

Tsukahara Isshin's The First Great Sword was almost rendered useless.

Because from then on, every time she swung her sword, she would unconsciously think of Dorothy's Dream One Sword, her heart would be troubled, and she would have distracting thoughts. Until she found a way to calm the ripples in her Heart Lake, it would be hard for her to enter the Without Thought or Desire state of The First Great Sword again.

Of course, this hindrance is also an opportunity. As long as Miss Sword Saint can overcome this crisis and erase the lingering Sword Intent of Dorothy's Dream One Sword, her swordsmanship will undergo a whole new breakthrough.

At that time, when Mind-Body Technique three elements unite, she might touch upon the realm that Mother Dragon once spoke of, "Dao" or "Authority."

"Hehe, you're not helping her at all; you just used her as a tool. You are full of mischief."

Miss Shepherdess rolled her White Eye, waved her hand, and the images of Japan appeared not far away.

As Denisha's mind stirred, the real scene seemed to have the fast-forward button pressed, speeding up at two times, four times, eight times... pace.

In Heian-kyo, a somewhat lost high ponytail Sword Saint stood dumbfounded for a long time. She touched the same style cross scar on her face, courtesy of Battosai, feeling confused for a moment.

The cross scar faintly ached, but her heart felt even more aggrieved.

Having stood at the Peak of swordsmanship for millennia, she had been lonely for too long. The last time anyone made her heart flutter slightly was her own Disciple, Kamiizumi Hidetsuna.

This disciple's Talent in swordsmanship was no less than hers, with the potential to inherit her The First Great Sword's essence. Yet, this foolish apprentice died over matters of love before fully maturing.

Tsukahara Isshin found it regrettable but could still accept it.

After all, Kamiizumi could only be said to inherit her swordsmanship, but surpassing her was uncertain.

But now, it's different; the Battosai's sword was a version she had never seen before, an extraordinary swordsmanship with glaring flaws in technique but an indomitable Sword Intent she had never experienced before.

She felt that if she could have a proper duel with this Battosai, her swordsmanship would undoubtedly evolve.

But that damned Battosai was too cunning; how did she just die like that?

Tsukahara Isshin's previous strike was actually holding back; how could she bear to truly take out such a valuable opponent? Her sword wasn't meant to kill but to save.

That was truly a Living Blade, Innate Blade.

One slash that could bring someone on the brink of death back to full life.

But no amount of Living Blade can stop that damned self-exploding little truck.

That Battosai really just flirted and died — died so decisively.

It truly was miserly; after piquing her interest and leaving her heart itching, the Battosai departed irresponsibly, leaving her hanging and helpless, yet she could do nothing.

After all, the person was dead, and Japan holds no concept of Resurrection.

Even worse, that person left a message in their final sword stroke.

"Lord Sword Saint, to understand the meaning of life, to uncover the secret of my swordsmanship, go to all Nations and seek it. I've hidden everything there."

What kind of riddle-maker are you?

The high ponytail witch felt frustrated and cold.

Tensed up, her fists were truly clenched tightly.

But no matter how tight, her fists couldn't strike a dead person, and the living can't contend with the dead.

So, Miss Sword Saint finally took a deep breath, helplessly departed the chaos-stricken Heian-kyo caused by the massacre of many Chinese Clan Ancestral Elders, and headed to all Nations.

She went to those Nations to search for Battosai's secret, to uncover the mystery of the so-called One Mind of Dreams.

......

"Hiss, is this the power of the Witch King? Terrifying."

Dorothy watched the continually accelerating scene, marveling at Good Sister's terrifying Strength.

This was no fake divine acceleration; Japan's time was really sped up crazily by someone pressing a fast-forward button.

This method of casually pulling and playing with real-time like a video timeline was unimaginable for a novice witch like her.

Look at Good Sister's capability, then at her own self, unable to stop time for even a few seconds...

Sigh, the gap, comparing oneself to others is truly maddening.

She watched as Tsukahara Isshin entered all Nations, even changing her identity for better observation, sealing herself as an amnesiac Lone Ranger, starting afresh.

She learned swordsmanship from Yagyū Jubei, joined the Nations' resistance against the Chinese Clan, and due to her exceptional swordsmanship, she caught the attention of Lord Butterfly Zhen, eventually becoming the Executioner of the Chinese Clan, a new generation Thousand-Man Slayer Battosai...

In the confrontation between all Nations and Heian-kyo, this second-generation Battosai gradually grew weary of slaughter, eventually assassinating the Nine-Tailed General, the culprit behind it all, in Heian-kyo, then vowed never to kill indiscriminately again and went incognito as Miss Sword Saint.

She abandoned the Murderous Blade for a Reverse-Edged Sword and opened a Yorozuya in all Nations.

.......

"Ah, this.... can this even be played like this?"

Although the person was instigated by herself, looking at the progression of events, the Homebody Witch blinked somewhat blankly.

But forget it; it seems rather interesting; Wenwen must have captured it all, right? There's your Magic Shadow material.

Dorothy thought to herself.

....Complex emotions for the Homebody Witch....