Kanroji's hair was a vibrant, multicolored gradient of pink and light green, strikingly beautiful.
Her long hair was tied high at the back of her head, braided into two loose, thick braids, the ends falling naturally to her waist, swaying lightly with her movements.
Two pale pink hairbands were tied in her hair, adding a touch of playfulness and cuteness to her pretty appearance.
Kanroji Mitsuri's face was round and adorable, her fair skin smooth and delicate, with a faint blush.
Her eyes were large and bright, a refreshing light green, slightly upturned, with a small beauty mark at the corner, adding a touch of captivating charm.
Her eyelashes were thick and curled, each blink seeming to carry a lively spirit.
Kanroji Mitsuri had a tall, well-proportioned figure with enviable curves.
She wore a specially made team uniform: a pink haori blouse embroidered with delicate patterns and trimmed with light green piping, perfectly complementing her hair color.
She paired it with light green hakama trousers, a wide black belt cinching her waist, accentuating her slender figure and adding a touch of sophistication to her overall look.
On her feet were white tabi socks and black clogs, which jingled crisply with each step, highlighting her lively and playful nature.
"Kanroji, you're here!"
The blacksmith grinned broadly, stepping out with a Nichirin sword.
"Here, your sword."
"Thank you."
Kanroji happily bowed to the blacksmith, accepting the Nichirin sword with both hands, admiring it with delight.
The blacksmith put his hands on his hips and laughed heartily.
"No need to thank me, we should thank you for protecting the village."
"Hehe, it's what our Ghost Killing Team should do."
After saying this, Ganlu Temple inadvertently noticed Fang Xian beside her. One glance, and she felt like she was falling in love.
He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, practically otherworldly handsome.
Gathering her courage, she took the initiative to strike up a conversation, recommending the blacksmith's business.
"Are you also buying a sword? The village uncle's Nichirin swords are of very good quality; all the members of our Ghost Killing Team buy theirs here."
Fang Xian nodded. So Ganlu Temple was a member of the Ghost Killing Team; she must know something.
He looked at Mitsuri Kanroji, a gentle smile on his face.
"Thank you for your recommendation, you're so kind."
Mitsuri Kanroji blushed and quickly waved her hand.
"No...no need to be polite, I was just telling the truth."
Just as Mitsuri Kanroji was feeling a little shy, a commotion arose in the distance.
She quickly turned around, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
"It's a ghost."
She grabbed her sword and rushed towards the sound without hesitation.
Fang Xian put down his Nichirin Blade and followed, to see what was happening.
…
Kanroji quickly weaved through the streets and alleys, keenly sensing a strong ghostly aura permeating the area.
Suddenly, a tall, ferocious-looking ghost leaped out from the shadows of an abandoned house, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on her, and a fierce battle ensued.
This ghost had bulging muscles all over its body, its skin a strange bluish-black, and it emitted a nauseating stench of decay.
Its hands were as sharp as blades, its nails half a foot long, gleaming with a cold light.
Kanroji showed no sign of backing down, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit. She gripped her Nichirin Blade tightly, the blade radiating a soft pink light.
"Breath of Love - Second Form - Intimate Ripples - Spiral Scroll!"
Kanroji Mitsuri cried out, her figure leaping up like a nimble butterfly. Her Nichirin Blade traced graceful arcs, the blade's light weaving into a dense net that swept towards the ghost.
The ghost reacted swiftly, dodging the fierce attack with a sidestep. Then, it swung its claws, striking Kanroji with lightning speed.
Kanroji lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body nimbly flipping backward, skillfully avoiding the ghost's attack.
The two exchanged blows, fiercely clashing, neither gaining the upper hand for a moment.
With her superb swordsmanship and agile movements, Kanroji constantly sought out the ghost's weaknesses; the ghost, in turn, relied on its immense strength and unpredictable speed to outmaneuver her.
Each clash of blade and claws sparked dazzling flashes, causing the surrounding air to hum.
However, the tide of battle suddenly turned.
With a sinister laugh, several more ghosts surged in from all directions, surrounding Kanroji.
These ghosts varied in form; some were small yet agile, others had ferocious faces and immense strength.
They roared and lunged at Kanroji Mitsuri, baring their fangs and claws.
Kanroji's heart tightened, but she remained calm.
She took a deep breath, her eyes hardening.
"Hmph, just in time!"
Kanroji murmured, her voice revealing an unwavering courage.
She gripped her Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, assumed a fighting stance, and prepared to meet a new challenge.
"Breath of Love, Third Form, Cat of Love, Crimson Lotus!"
Kanroji launched the first attack, her figure like a pink lightning bolt, weaving freely through the horde of spirits.
Her Nichirin Blade swung with ferocious power, its flashes of light accompanied by the screams of the spirits.
But the sheer number of spirits was overwhelming; they swarmed towards Kanroji relentlessly, gradually overwhelming her.
A gigantic spirit seized an opportunity, launching a sneak attack from behind.
Kanroji sensed the danger and swiftly turned, her Nichirin Blade flashing upwards to block the spirit's attack.
However, the spirit's power was too great, and Kanroji was forced back several steps.
Just then, several more spirits pounced, surrounding Kanroji.
Kanroji inwardly groaned, but she did not give up.
She gritted her teeth, using every trick in the book to fight the horde of spirits to the death.
Her figure weaved through the spirits, the light of her Nichirin Blade illuminating the dimly lit street like a vibrant rainbow.
Despite being wounded in several places, Kanroji's eyes remained filled with unwavering determination and resilience.
"I will never lose!"
Kanroji shouted, launching another attack.
She unleashed the ultimate technique of Love Breathing, pushing the power of her Nichirin Blade to its limit.
With flashes of light, spirits fell one after another.
However, the spirits seemed endless, surging towards her wave after wave.
Kanroji's strength gradually waned, and her movements became sluggish.
Just as Mitsuri Kanroji was feeling hopeless, a figure appeared in her sight.
"It's you!"
She stared wide-eyed in surprise at the handsome man before her, the very man she had met briefly earlier.
—Fang Xian.
"You must leave! You can't handle so many ghostly spirits, leave, you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Fang Xian simply raised his hand, and all the ghostly spirits turned to ashes, utterly dead.
Fang Xian turned around, smiling at Mitsuri Kanroji,
"Excuse me, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."
Mitsuri Kanroji: ...