Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
That night, Kitamura brought a bunch of people to Sakurai’s house, only to realize that there was indeed no one at home.
Yaeko was determined to take Kitamura’s life, though she was not sure whether it was due to his insulting comments or his threat to kill Kirihara. But it did not seem to matter anymore.
Instead of making an ambush near her apartment, she chose the street in front of Kitamura’s house. And then, she happened to meet Lu Shu.
At this moment, Yaeko’s sleeves and trouser legs suddenly gathered together, and her loose kimono instantly transformed into a set of professional training attire. Her sakura kimono was actually a piece of changeable magical weapon.
In a split second, the smell of murder permeated the magnificent night view. Yaeko’s dagger was a synergistic match to her new outfit, endowing her with an air of danger.
Lu Shu racked his brains but was unable to think of a solution.
Moreover, he was unwilling to kill her, after knowing her kind nature over the past few days.
And most importantly, it was all a mistake!
At that instant, the sakura petals on her kimono had actually fallen to the ground, leaving behind a patch of blackness as dark as the abyss.
It was elegant, and murderous at the same time. With no prior warnings, the petals suddenly sprang towards Lu Shu like dozens of blades, swirling into a pink flood.
Not only a magical weapon, her kimono was a deadly one!
Wait!
Lu Shu screamed,
Wait a second!
Shocked, Yaeko’s movement paused for a brief second, wondering what Kitamura was up to. He… seemed different from the man in the information given. Shouldn’t Kitamura Hirono be a serious fighter during any combats?
But she had no intention to stop. Her determination could never be swayed by a few verbal distractions.
As a result, despite being chased by a wave of sakura petals, Lu Shu carried the bucket of red paint and wrote a Chinese character
拆 1
enclosed by a big circle. This time, he had no time to slander others and wrote it in Chinese instead.
This made Yaeko even more confused. What’s going on? Why did you draw that on your own door while I am about to kill you? Is it another magical symbol created by the Jingoists? But what does it mean?
In Japanese, the kanji
拆
had a different meaning from its Chinese counterpart.
Suddenly, a thought struck Yaeko and she was immediately on full alert. What if the symbol could release some deadly forces?
Yet, in the next instant, Lu Shu threw away his bucket and took to his heels. It seemed that he had no interest in the battle at all!
From Sakurai Yaeko’s distress, +199!
What?! So what did you just draw?!
Yaeko gazed at Lu Shu’s receding figure in bewilderment. Sakura petals had returned to her kimono as the target ran out of their effective range. However, she still found Kitamura’s reaction inexplicable. Wasn’t he supposed to be a lunatic killer under the disguise of a gentle countenance?
Why did that fellow run away?!
Kitamura Hirono! Stop!
A murderous look crept onto Yaeko’s face, her thin eyebrows as sharp as lancets.
…
Before Kitamura went to Yaeko’s apartment that night, he had conducted a complete investigation on Sakurai Yaeko’s background, which was available on the market, of course.
Despite her clean-looking profile, Kitamura was experienced enough to notice the flaws therein. For example, there were no records on the accident that took away her parents’ lives. Furthermore, without any source of income or caregivers, how did Sakurai survive and lead such a decent life in her school years?
There were too many questionable points that could support Kitamura’s speculation. But actually, his aim was simple. He wanted Sakurai Yaeko, and to use her to wipe out the remaining Conservative forces. That would play a significant part in his future path in the organization.
But it was completely unexpected that he would be fooled by her.
Before he could quell his anger, the news had come that someone disguised as him and went on a killing spree in front of the Mansion.
Yet, Kitamura did not have to worry this time, for there were enough witnesses around him to prove his innocence. Furthermore, the symbol that the attacker left behind was very representative…
Now, it had been confirmed that the culprit was from the Heavenly Network. There were no two ways about it.
Thus, any voices that were unfavorable to Kitamura would soon subside.
Kitamura felt relieved for the cracking of the case. The man had really not put in much thought into the slander…
Currently, the war machine, the Collection of Gods, was in full operation. Every earth-type Metahuman was sent underground in search of any potential traces left by the intruder, while all vital traffic lines on the surface had been closed for a city-wide investigation.
Having settled his duties, Kitamura decided to return home for some rest. There was a clear hierarchy in the Collection of Gods, and he knew his only obligation in this case was to answer promptly to his superiors’ calls when necessary.
More importantly, his teacher had warned him that he was no match for their Class B opponent. After all, the man had killed the Class C security guard in the blink of an eye.
Since his teacher was the current leader of the Collection of Gods, there was no need for Kitamura to take the risk.
But, to show his concern and sincerity, Kitamura dispatched all his men for various purposes. On his way home, just when he had parked his car and was about to cover the last distance on foot, he heard Sakurai’s shouting,
Kitamura Hirono! Stop!
Kitamura glanced around, but Sakurai was nowhere to be found.
Then, Sakurai dashed across the crossroads. Her slender body looked attractive in her adjusted kimono, but apparently she was surrounded by a murderous air. However… it seemed that she had not even seem him!
From Kitamura Hirono’s distress, +666!
What’s happening?! Kitamura felt his head spinning in confusion.
