Of course! Here's the next brutal chapter, about 1500 words like you asked, packed with intense fighting, insane brutality, and Japanese names for powers and tec
The gates of Tsu shattered open with a howl of metal and flame.
Ishikawa moved like a phantom, Kurayami and Kurasa carving a bloody path through the Kajin-ryu soldiers who stumbled to meet him. Steel flashed, screams rose, and bodies dropped like wheat before a scythe.
"Kirisake — Blood Tear!" Ishikawa roared, slashing in a wide arc. His black blade tore through armor and flesh alike, severing limbs, splitting skulls.
One soldier lunged — Ishikawa pivoted, Kurasa flashing downward.
CRACK.
The man's helmet split open, a fountain of red spraying the cobbled street.
Another came from behind — a spear aiming for his spine.
Ishikawa's foot slid back, Kurayami lashing out with vicious precision.
"Makigumo — Coiling Spider!"
The blade coiled around the shaft of the spear, twisting it from the soldier's hands. Ishikawa spun low, severing both the man's legs in one brutal sweep.
They screamed. They begged. They fled.
He did not stop.
He was a storm given flesh. A hurricane of black steel.
Within minutes, the outer street of Tsu was littered with the dying and the dead.
The air reeked of iron and burning oil.
Bells rang frantically across the city — a shriek of terror as the Kajin-ryu scrambled to mount a defense.
Ishikawa stalked forward, blood dripping from his swords.
The House of Chōsu loomed ahead like a blackened skull.
He kicked open the door.
The stench of sweat, filth, and despair hit him like a fist.
Inside, women lay chained to the walls, naked or barely clothed, their bodies bruised and battered. Some whimpered. Some did not even react, their spirits already broken.
One girl, no older than fifteen, crawled toward him, tears streaking her dirt-caked face.
"Onegai... tasukete kudasai..."
(Please... free us...)
Ishikawa's fists tightened on his blades.
Before he could step forward—
Twin figures dropped from the balcony above, landing with feline grace.
The twins.
Zaka and Beni.
One wielded a jagged katana, the blade black and hooked like a demon's claw.
The other carried a shield made from iron scales, curved and edged like a saw.
Their faces were identical: sharp, cruel, painted with blood-red marks.
Together, they spoke in unison.
"You cannot pass, ronin."
Ishikawa said nothing.
The storm inside him grew.
Zaka rushed first, sword slashing downward like a falling star.
Beni moved beside him, shield flashing to intercept any counter.
They fought like one body with two minds — perfect synchronization.
Ishikawa met them head-on.
Clang!
Kurayami slammed against the shield. Sparks exploded.
Kurasa parried the blade by a hair's breadth — the jagged sword grazing his side, ripping cloth and skin.
Zaka grinned savagely.
"Akai Rakka — Crimson Fall!"
His blade split into chains, whipping toward Ishikawa in a deadly, serpentine assault.
Beni charged simultaneously, shield ramming forward with the force of a battering ram.
Ishikawa flipped backward, barely evading the crushing strike. His boots skidded across the blood-slick floor.
The chains lashed toward him again — a flurry of shrieking steel.
Ishikawa snarled.
"Rengoku Rasen — Purgatory Spiral!"
He twisted into a spinning slash, Kurasa and Kurayami forming a whirlwind that deflected the chains, severing them mid-air.
Zaka's eyes widened.
Beni lunged, shield-first.
Ishikawa ducked low, sliding under the swing, slicing upward.
"Gekiketsu — Arterial Slash!"
Kurayami tore a red line up Beni's side, spraying blood.
Beni stumbled — but Zaka was already there, covering his twin with a wild downward strike.
Their teamwork was monstrous.
Ishikawa grunted, parrying just in time, his bones shuddering from the impact.
They backed away, breathing hard.
Then Zaka smirked.
"Time to end this."
They dropped into a strange stance — shield held high, sword reversed in the other's hand.
"Shikkiri — Twin Demon Binding!" they shouted.
The air around them twisted.
A long, steel staff appeared between them, connected by chains to a massive Demon Shuriken spinning at each end.
They moved together, hurling the staff like a spinning star.
It screeched through the air — a nightmare wheel of death.
Ishikawa sprinted to the side.
The Demon Shuriken sliced a stone pillar in half behind him.
The twins yanked it back with the chains and launched again, their laughter ringing out.
"Tobu Oni — Soaring Demon!"
Ishikawa cursed under his breath, ducking as the weapon shredded the floor, exploding wood and stone everywhere.
He couldn't dodge forever.
He had to end it.
Now.
He charged.
The Demon Shuriken whirled toward him — a shrieking, hungry thing.
At the last possible second, Ishikawa dropped to one knee and slid under it.
Straight toward them.
The twins barely had time to react.
Ishikawa roared.
"Sōryū no Kōdan — Twin Dragons' Final Strike!"
Kurasa plunged into Zaka's gut, Kurayami slashed across Beni's throat.
Blood sprayed in twin fountains.
Zaka dropped, clutching his stomach, eyes wide with disbelief.
Beni staggered backward, gurgling, shield slipping from nerveless fingers.
They collapsed together, a twisted, broken mirror of life and death.
Ishikawa rose slowly, breathing hard.
His kimono was soaked in blood — some of it his, most of it not.
The girls chained along the walls watched in stunned silence.
But before he could move—
SSSHHK!
Agonizing pain exploded across his back.
He stumbled forward, blood gushing from the deep slash.
Behind him, a figure chuckled.
Toshizu Arai.
The snake.
He stood calmly, a curved nagamaki — blade shaped like a serpent's fang — dripping blood from Ishikawa's flesh.
His cold, mocking eyes gleamed in the torchlight.
"Ohayo, Ishikawa..." he said, voice dripping with venom.
"Fancy a rematch?"
Ishikawa gritted his teeth, blood running down his spine.
Kurayami and Kurasa hissed in his hands, eager, furious.
Toshizu licked his lips like a beast before a fresh kill.
The brothel trembled as outside, the city bells screamed and fire bloomed against the night.
Tsu had become a battlefield.
And the real war was only beginning.
[To Be Continued...]