A deathly silence enveloped the Ikedaya.
At this moment, if a pin dropped to the ground, you could hear it clearly on the floors above and below.
Kondo Isami's face was full of shock, his eyes glanced down at the shadows entwining his body.
They didn't look thick, just as wide as a frog's back in the fields.
However, the power possessed by the shadows was terrifying.
With Kondo Isami's physical strength, he couldn't move his arms freely, only his fingers slightly.
He couldn't even turn his neck. Who on earth did this?
He had a bold guess in his heart.
Even though he couldn't see the person, the voice was somewhat familiar, like the youth sent by the Shogunate.
Kondo Isami thought of what Okita Soji said last night, either it was an ordinary person's illusion, or it was a monster.
He had thought it was the former; now thinking back, he was wrong.
Okita Soji's thought was correct.
The opponent was indeed a monster.
A Yokai?
