Amamiya Haruki

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The torrential rain poured over the paper umbrella painted with drifting clouds and wild cranes, turning into streams of rainwater that slid from its edges.

Beneath it stood a young man in a pure black kimono. His face was obscured by the umbrella's rim, making it impossible to see clearly. Beneath his loose collar, his well-proportioned collarbones accentuated a nearly perfect physique—slender yet powerful. A long, dark blue Japanese sword was tucked diagonally at his waist.

The screen atop the building began scrolling again, returning to the wanted-criminal bounty display. A bright yellow "EVILDOER" warning band framed a handsome, refined portrait of a young man, illuminating the umbrella-bearing figure below through the rain like a border of yellow light.

The edge of the paper umbrella lifted slightly, revealing the same youthful face as the one in the wanted poster, calm amid the curtain of rain.

The difference was that he was more mature now, his gaze deeper. A faint sword scar had appeared along the lower left side of his jaw, lending his handsome face a cold, sinister air. His eyes were like a long blade cutting through the rain—calm, yet radiating icy killing intent.

A string of characters scrolled across the screen behind him:

"Evildoer: Amamiya Haruki, Fierce Ghost-level wanted criminal. Bounty: yen. Witness report reward: yen..."

The white-robed Oracle Envoy stood in the rain, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"One of the holders of the Nine Calamity Blades. Fierce Ghost-level wanted criminal, Amamiya Haruki." He slowly spoke the young man's name, then asked in surprise, "You actually dared to appear before me on your own?"

Before the screen, Amamiya Haruki gave a light leap. Like a sparrow riding the wind, he glided down with his umbrella onto the asphalt road. His feet landed in