Onimusha：Way of the Sword新しい予告編は、新しいゲームプレイ、主人公を披露します
Capcomは、2026年にリリースされる予定の非常に期待されているアクションゲームであるOnimusha：Way of the Swordの新鮮なゲームプレイ映像を発表しました。この公開は、ゲームの主人公である伝説の剣士、Miyamoto Musashiも確認しました。
PlayStation State of Playで紹介された新しい予告編は、ゲームの剣に基づいた戦闘と敵の攻撃を魅惑的な垣間見ることができました。 2026年のリリース日にもかかわらず、 Onimusha：Way of the Swordはすでにスリリングなアクションを約束しています。
宮本崎の比類のない剣術が中心になりますが、予告編は彼のいたずらでユーモラスな性格も強調しています。Capcomは、Onimusha：Way of the Swordは、日本で最も有名な歴史上の人物の1つをフィーチャーした暗いファンタジーアクションゲームとして説明しています。興味深いことに、Musashiのゲーム内の類似性は、さまざまな夏鳥の映画でのMusashiの描写で知られる有名な日本の俳優であるToshiro Mifuneをモデルにしていると伝えられています。
ゲームの設定は京都で、現在は悪意のある不吉なグリップの下にあり、地獄のような生き物を日本に召喚する邪悪な力です。これは、20年ぶりに最初の新しいOnimushaタイトルをマークします。ファンをさらに興奮させるために、CapcomはOnimusha 2：Samurai's Destinyのリマスターも発表しました。2025年5月23日に発売され、今後のゲームの前奏曲として機能します。
PlayStation State of Playからのすべてのアナウンスの完全な概要については、包括的な要約をご覧ください。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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