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《Sekiro》 is finally released!

Shi Tou also got the game as soon as possible, opened the live broadcast room, and many viewers immediately poured in!

"Here it comes!"

"Let's get 《Sekiro》 started, I've been waiting for a long time!"

They all wanted to watch him play 《Sekiro》.

Shi Tou chuckled: "Of course, I'm playing 《Sekiro》 today. I didn't have enough fun trying it out at the game show last time!"

Start the game!

The deep narration slowly said: "The late Sakura Sengoku period..."

A fiery red maple leaf fell, flowing down the clear shallow stream full of pebbles.

Feet wearing straw sandals bound with hemp rope stepped into the clear stream. A samurai footsoldier with a shaved head, holding his chest with one hand, staggered forward.

"The flames of war that have swept the country have not yet subsided."

The footsoldier's face and arms were covered in blood, constantly panting, his expression full of exhaustion and pain. He limped into the maple forest, looking back halfway, as if to confirm whether there were any enemies chasing him.

"Even Ashina, located deep in the mountains, is filled with the flames of war."

However, as soon as he walked out of the maple forest, a confused and bewildered expression appeared on his face.

The camera zoomed out, revealing a battlefield filled with shouts of killing. Two groups of samurai in different attire were scattered in this open grassy area, fighting fiercely. The biggest difference between them was that one side wore straw hats, while the other did not.

What should be escaped always cannot be escaped. The footsoldier did not expect that after escaping for so long, he would still escape back to the battlefield. His splayed feet slowly opened, and he knelt on the ground in despair.

A straw-hat soldier knocked an enemy to the ground in battle and slit his throat with a knife. He turned his head and saw this deserter, stood up, raised his knife, and roared angrily, about to slash at him. However, a cold arrow shot from somewhere pierced his throat. He fell to the ground with an "Ugh!"

The footsoldier knelt on the ground, blankly looking at the straw-hat soldier who fell in front of him. His hand trembled, wanting to reach out but retracting it again, not knowing what to do.

Turning his head to look at the towering outposts in the distance, the wind carried wisps of black smoke and falling maple leaves towards the sky, appearing exceptionally desolate.

"Is the war coming to an end..."

The camera followed the maple leaf to the sky and the flowing clouds, turning 180 degrees. The azure blue sky also turned into the dusky yellow of the setting sun as the camera rotated.

Here, in a reed field, two samurai were engaged in a fierce battle. One was tall and sturdy, wearing a red mask, and wielding a huge cross spear. The other samurai appeared much smaller, his face under the helmet looked a bit weathered, with blood flowing down, but his eyes were as sharp as a lion's.

After a few moves, the weathered samurai used his knife to deflect the spear. He turned around and thrust the knife downwards into the tall and sturdy samurai's foot. The pain caused the opponent to roar, and the cross spear stabbed out like a dragon, the powerful force stirring up dust under his feet.

As the smoke cleared, the weathered samurai used all his strength to firmly block the spearhead with his slender katana, making it difficult to advance even a millimeter. However, one hand holding the blade was already bleeding.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The weathered samurai roared, taking the opportunity to withdraw his knife and slash at the tall and sturdy samurai's lower armpit. Taking advantage of the blood splatter and the enemy's pain, he stepped onto his back and slit his throat with a knife while grabbing his head.

Shi Tou couldn't help but wonder: "Who is this person?"

Under the dusky setting sun, the evening breeze swayed the reeds like waves. The weathered samurai, with his back to the defeated enemy's corpse, his knife not yet sheathed, faced the empty wilderness, raised his voice, and shouted with a sonorous and powerful voice: "Enemy general Tamura, has been defeated by me!"

The majestic voice echoed in the distance, and the screen gradually faded to black.

"This is the Sword Saint—Isshin Ashina, the Bloodshed of National Theft."

Shi Tou guessed: "Sword Saint Isshin Ashina, looks like a powerful figure. Maybe he's our master!"

The sky was getting darker, the setting sun was almost completely down, revealing a gap between the distant mountains and the thick black clouds, shining on the tragic battlefield filled with corpses. Still standing here were only two dilapidated sentry towers. The dim afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the wilderness in a desolate atmosphere.

Many black crows flapped their wings, flying back and forth in the wilderness, making ominous "caw caw" cries, as if celebrating the upcoming gluttonous feast. A person holding a katana, wearing a wide jacket decorated with feathers, and with an arm-thick braid swaying behind his back, stepped into this desolate wilderness.

Next to the corpse of the straw-hat soldier, a small, thin hand picked up the blood-stained katana.

It was Wolf.

Shi Tou recognized him at a glance: "Oh, it's Wolf as a child!"

Although Wolf's face was very young, his temperament was no different from when he grew up. There was only indifference to death in his eyes.

Perhaps because he had lived in the cruel war since he was a child and lost his relatives to become an orphan, Wolf had a cold and numb heart.

Even though a great battle had just taken place here, and the corpses were everywhere, looking extremely tragic, it could not shake his expression in the slightest. He just examined the picked-up katana, as if judging whether it still had value.

He already had two katanas on his back, perhaps to collect a few that could still be used to exchange for some food to survive.

The blade gently stroked Wolf's face, and immediately, several streaks of blood flowed down along the blade, appearing extremely terrifying, but Wolf's expression remained indifferent.

Indifferent to the death of others, and the same to himself.

The feathers on the jacket swayed in the wind, and the old man with gray hair looked down condescendingly with the tip of his knife against Wolf's forehead. The expression on his face did not change much, and he commented indifferently: "A stray dog who has lost his soul."

He moved the tip of the knife away from Wolf's forehead, slowly lifting it up, signaling Wolf to raise his head.

Wolf raised his head and even stretched out his hand, fearlessly grabbing the tip of the knife.

Under the last dim afterglow of the setting sun, the towering old man standing and the young Wolf kneeling on the ground were connected by a katana. Only the fallen withered leaves floated down with the wind, seeming to indicate some kind of fate in an invisible way.

A slight fluctuation appeared in the old man's tone: "Oh? Do you want to come with me, hungry wolf?"

Wolf's small hand holding the tip of the knife had fine liquid dripping into the afterglow, and he slowly lowered his head.

Shi Tou said "Oh~": "So that's how Wolf came to be. He was adopted by this person, who just gave him a name."

"Thus, Wolf, who was picked up on the battlefield, underwent training and became an outstanding ninja."

The scene changed. In the middle of the night, Wolf already had a mature face after growing up, and the scar that was cut back then could still be faintly seen on his profile.

"Remember the ninja's precepts." The old man's big hand rested on Wolf's shoulder as he earnestly taught him, "The person who is more important than your parents, you must remember in your heart."

Inside the room that Wolf was kneeling towards, a ray of light shone through the crack in the door.

"From today onwards, that person is your master. You must bet your life to protect them, and you must rescue them if they are taken away."

Wolf raised his head and took a deep look in the direction of the room.