Using Wisteria's waist as leverage once more, Kurumi rose into the air level with his head. At the same time, her shoulder blades drew together and her right arm pulled back, gathering force for a more powerful punch.
Seeing Kurumi rush forward, no one dared fire again. They began moving toward the little shops along the street, while Busujima Saeko gripped the Steel Katana tightly, ready to provide support.
Wisteria had been wondering why the fierce gunfire had suddenly stopped when the neither-light-nor-heavy sensation at his waist made him realize something was wrong.
Only when Kurumi's shadow fell across the ground beneath the sunlight did Wisteria turn around, ready to see what fool had come looking for death!
Hadn't she seen that even bullets from firearms did nothing to him? He had to thank that lab-coated man. Otherwise, after taking dozens of shots, he would have been in agony, clutching his head, howling, and running around everywhere.
Not to mention the piercing pain when they struck the black rod. But what weaknesses did he have now? As long as it wasn't heavy weaponry... or that deranged freak, who could possibly trade more than a couple of blows with him?
The instant he turned his head, he saw that petite, slender figure still rising higher. Under the direct sunlight, the light scattered around her, making her features difficult to see. His eerie green frog eye focused in an instant.
After not seeing her for two days, the desire Kurumi stirred in him had not diminished in the slightest. He even felt that there was probably no second girl as beautiful as her in the entire world.
Wisteria made up his mind. He had to capture her! Lock her up and make her his personal pet!
His frog eye tilted slightly upward.