๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐: ๐๐จ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง
“Oh my, bugs. This sister is scary.”
“Don’t worry, sister. I’ll kill them all!”
A young, immature voice echoed from near the ceiling.
“What are you doing! Shoot them!”
As Inoue shouted, the members of the <Kyoto Rakai> organization fired their guns in the direction of the sound.
Tatatatata! Tangtangtang! Tangtangtang!
A dozen or so gunshots filled the air with a deafening roar.
Moonlight streamed softly through the hole in the ceiling.
“Are they dead. . .?”
As the heavy thud of the pistol and the thick smell of gunpowder subsided, a man and a woman emerged from the moonlight.
A short, school-uniformed boy and a tall, slender beauty in a purple and red kimono.
“If you shoot like that, you might hit your sister!!”
“Be patient, Kumo. sister is fine.”
The young man called Kumo gritted his teeth and growled.
“What. . . what are those brats?”
“What should we do, hyung?!”
“Shoot the boy and sell the girl to a brothel.”
At Inoue’s short command, the gunmen drew their weapons.
“Sister!”
“Don’t worry.”
The kimono-clad beauty opened the paper umbrella she was holding.
Swooosh!
Tingtingtingting, tidididitingting!
The bright red flower pattern repelled all the flying bullets with a flamboyant display.
“Isn’t that an umbrella?!”
“Where can you find an umbrella that repels bullets!”
“Then stop being an idiot and stab them with a knife! You Awakener brats, hurry up and manifest your skills!”
The non-Awakener members drew their sashimi knives and charged at them, while the Awakeners began to gather their mana and cast their spells.
“Let’s start, sister!”
“You mustn’t kill them.”
Kumo was now holding a small piece of wood in his hand, like an ice cream stick.
The wooden piece, inscribed with tiny letters, exuded an ominous aura, and only a few Awakeners could sense the strange atmosphere.
“Come out.”
Kumo chuckled and bit his thumb.
Ugh!
He smeared the blood that flowed out on the inscribed part.
“Cut their necks first!!”
At someone’s shout, the sashimi knife of the foremost member headed for the beauty’s neck.
In an instant, all time seemed to stretch out slowly, like a rubber band.
Even the falling of a single drop of sweat seemed to stop in mid-air, like a slowed-down video.
But it wasn’t that they had slowed down; something had sped up.
A giant weasel appeared behind Kumo.
[Kamaitachi: Type 2]
The weasel whirled through the dozens of gang members in a flash of wind.
No one had noticed.
A single gust of icy wind blew through the frozen space.
As the weasel returned behind Kumo, the gang members collapsed in place with screams.
“Kyaaaaaaaak!!”
“Dammit!! What is this!”
“Grrr. . . .”
Kumo looked at the kimono girl with a grin.
“Sister! As you said, I didn’t kill them, I just cut off their wrists and ankles!”
“Well done. Your sister is very pleased.”
A fair and delicate palm stroked Kumo’s head.
Kumo looked up at her with an expression of pure joy.
“Which gang did they send you from?”
But there was one who had survived the attack.
Inoue stepped over his bloody subordinates and approached the intruders.
He held a well-sharpened sashimi knife in his hand.
“Do you think our sister would be in such a lousy gang!”
Kumo tried to rush forward, but the paper umbrella blocked his way.
“What? A man working under a woman’s skirt?”
“Grrrrใ ก I’ll kill youใ ก.”
“Kumo, be quiet.”
“Yes! Sister!”
Inoue realized that these children were not ordinary.
To dare to attack his organization with just the two of them and cause such a scene. . . it was something that only a top-notch hitman could do.
‘๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ฃ ๐ช๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ.’
Instead of being intimidated by the hitman, Inoue considered his next move.
Because he had ‘that’.
“I’ll cut you into pieces and throw you to the dogs as dog food.”
He took a pill out of his pocket and swallowed it.
Kumo sensed the unnaturally rapid surge of mana and quickly grabbed another stick.
“Sister, I’ll summon it right away.”
“Just a moment. Sister will do it.”
“But sister’s hands might get dirty. . .!”
“Kumo.”
“I understand!”
The beautiful girl giggled and smiled.
Her hair, which matched her kimono, and her gentle features glowed softly in the moonlight.
“The leader of <Kyoto Rakai>, Inoue Kai. I don’t like fighting with girls, but I’ll take your neck for the sake of your subordinates.”
The sashimi blade flashed and left a long trail in the air.
The blade, enveloped in mana, had become a powerful weapon, more than just a piece of iron.
Kwagagagaga!!
The factory walls and machinery that had been sliced horizontally roared with a chilling mana.
Inoue ran towards the center of it.
Through the thick dust, he saw the bright red paper umbrella spread out in front of him.
‘๐๐๐โ๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฉ.’
She had opened her umbrella to dodge the bullets earlier.
That’s why hunter fights are proportional to experience.
After all, how much frontline experience could these brats have, who only know how to use a few skills?
Inoue jumped as he ran and flew over the umbrella.
Now, all he had to do was mark them with his sashimi and cut the raw meat.
“. . . . . .?!”
But Inoue’s thoughts were cut short.
There was no one behind the umbrella.
“You bugs think too simply.”
Just then, a calm and cynical voice rang out, and
[Kagutsuchi: Smoldering Fire]
A ball of flame blossomed like a flower at Inoue’s feet.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaak!!”
He screamed in agony from the intense heat.
The flames that devoured his legs did not rise any higher, but burned endlessly in one place.
Even in that excruciating pain, Inoue swung his sashimi again with his instinctive violence.
As a yakuza gangster, he wanted to kill at least one more enemy.
Screechใ ก
“Kyaaaaghhhhhhh. . .!!”
But his wrist was cut off first.
The weasel’s tail flickered beside the profusely bleeding wound and disappeared.
“You bastardssssss. . .! Parents, siblings, relatives, friends. . . I’ll kill them alllll. . .!!”