night.
The moon hung alone in the sky, its pale light falling on the silent streets.
The tip of Yiwozao's nose twitched slightly. He smelled the smell of blood in the air and turned to look at the man who was walking towards him.
The golden eyes reflected the tragic scene of Zhu Yue walking with a knife on his back.
He tilted his head slightly and frowned.
——Ghost hunter?
"Huh..." Yiwozuo, who was already feeling depressed because he had not been able to fight with others for several days, let out a long sigh of relief.
He knew that most ghost hunters were lunatics who could risk their lives to hunt ghosts.
Well, better than nothing.
Yi Wo Zuo turned sideways and stood quietly, waiting for Zhu Yue to come towards him.
Creaking…
Slowly clenching his fists, he stepped back, assuming a battle-ready posture, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
——He was well prepared to vent his frustration over the past few days through fighting.
but.
Just as he was waiting for Zhuo Yue to find him, he drew his sword and started to attack.
Snap.
Not far away, Yue Yue stopped, blood dripping down his clothes, and looked up at him.
Zhuo Yue was slightly startled.
The blurred eyes suddenly became clear at this moment, so much so that he saw the words [上线][二] in Yiwozuo's eyes.
ah…
Twelve ghost months.
His heart was filled with despair.
——Why...why is it me...
Yue Yue's pupils trembled, and he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
then.
In Yiwozuo's increasingly frowning brows and somewhat doubtful eyes.
Zhuo Yue's face was covered with cold sweat. He leaned down tremblingly, slowly placed the broken knife horizontally in front of him, and then.
He bent his knees and knelt down suddenly.
He supported the ground with one hand, his head trembling, and he slowly lowered his head until his forehead was close to the ground:
"Yes...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb...you..."
"...please...let me go."
"I'm willing to do anything..."
A hoarse and dull voice came from Zhu Yue's lowered head.
Hear the words.
——?
"...Are you...begging for mercy?"
The corner of Yi Wo Zuo's eyebrows furrowed forcefully, he opened his mouth slightly in disgust, and looked at Zhu Yue who was kneeling towards him with a look of disgust.
Anger was faintly aroused in my heart.
Only the weak will beg for mercy and run away.
Only then would he sneak attack from behind.
He - hates the weak.
Crunch...the veins protrude at the corner of the forehead.
After seeing the broken knife on the ground and Zhu Yue's posture of a weakling surrendering without a fight.
In my mind, it seemed as if someone had done the same thing to me.
In his field of vision, the sword lying horizontally in front of Yue Yue seemed to have turned into a wooden sword, and the clothes on his body had also faintly transformed into kendo uniforms.
Suddenly.
The inexplicable disgust and anger that arose were intertwined, and coupled with the depression of the past few days, it turned into an anxiety that seemed to be rubbing the internal organs to pieces.
"…--ha?!"
Creaking…
Angry veins suddenly bulged on his forehead, his eyes widened, and his pupils tightened. Yiwozuo gritted his teeth and looked down at Zhuoyue.
Uh-huh!
Clenching his fists, he flashed across the street almost instantly, turning into an afterimage and arriving in front of Zhuo Yue!
Stop suddenly! The muscles are tense and the power is accumulated in the fists!
"Get up and fight me! Bastard!!"
He roared angrily, even though deep down he still had no idea why he was so hysterical.
The fist turned into an afterimage and was swung instantly!
boom! !
The majestic force poured out from Yiwozuo's fist, pouring heavily into Zhuoyue's bent torso!
Blast it directly towards the houses on one side of the street!
Don't wait for Zhuo Yue to react.
Uh-huh!
Yiwozuo sprinted forward again and instantly reached the wall where Zhuo Yue had penetrated.
His fists were clenched and raised suddenly, angry veins spreading on his forehead:
"Despicable weakling!"
boom! !
One punch.
“What’s the point of only knowing how to play dirty tricks behind your back!!”
boom!
He charged up and punched again.
"answer me!!"
The more he waved his fist, the anger in Yiwozuo's heart grew stronger, and the consciousness hidden in his body continued to be stimulated.
The wind of fists carried the increasingly hot air, and Yiwozuo kept waving his fists and smashing them down quickly.
Roaring sounds kept coming from the streets.
…
I don’t know how much time has passed.
boom! !
A huge sound was accompanied by dust rising.
During this period, someone seemed to be awakened and walked out of the house to look in this direction, but in the end he was so frightened that he hurriedly fled back into the house.
"Huh...huh..." Yiwozuo stood on the spot, he stopped waving his fists, panting slightly, staring straight at the cracked ground in front of him.
before.
The ground was cracked everywhere, and where the walls were had been flattened.
There was a gap in the street.
The traces of Yue Yue were no longer visible, and even the clothes were mixed with the wall and soil and turned into powder under the bombardment of punch after punch.
After coming back to his senses.
Yiwozuo looked at his fist in a daze.
He didn't know at which punch Zhuo Yue died.
Why he wanted to bombard with such full strength - he didn't know in his heart.
Originally, he just wanted to punch this guy in the head and leave.
Just a disgusting weakling.
Why did it evolve into this...?
He lowered his head and looked at the messy ground in front of him, even as he was still breathing heavily.
only.
The moment he saw Zhuo Yue kneeling down to beg for mercy, he felt an unprecedented anger well up in his heart.
in mind.
Something faintly seemed to be flickering by.
Yiwozuo stretched out his hand and covered his right eye, panting, his pupils trembling slightly.
After stopping and thinking for a moment.
Uh-huh!
The Yiwo Seat turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.
…
…
Shortly after.
The rising sun rises in the sky, piercing the dark clouds and projecting light down.
Its daybreak.
on the street.
Residents who had stayed at home all night without daring to go out walked out of their homes one after another and looked to this side of the street in fear.
Fortunately, no one lives in the area that was hit by the bombardment.
After the residents cautiously came over and discussed for a while.
They decided to notify the local police station.
…
…
at the same time.
the other side.
Ubuyashiki is a mansion where the pillars can practice with their spare time.
The practice of understanding the world has begun.
This is a dojo-like place.
Inside the dojo.
Tanjuro's voice kept coming.
"Open your five senses and recognize the shape of your entire body, down to every blood vessel."
"Exerting maximum force with minimum movement."
"concentrate!"
"Try to observe the bodies of the people around you!"
Tanjuro was holding his hands behind his back, talking non-stop, and pacing back and forth in front of several pillars that were making strange movements.
Sudden.
Snapped!
He picked up the bamboo knife on the side, hit Immortal River on the calf hard, and shouted:
"Be still! Concentrate!"
Just as he was closing his eyes, gritting his teeth and persisting, his eyelids were trembling, Saneya suddenly broke through:
"Huh?!" He grabbed his hair, stared at the ceiling, and yelled angrily.
(End of chapter)
