A New Fierce Ghost

"I don't believe in gods. I only believe in the blade in my hand."

Yurina suddenly recalled the words Lin Qiye had spoken beneath the night sky that evening.

She lowered her head and looked at Thousand Cranes in her arms. After a long silence, she slowly curled her hand around the hilt...

Perhaps even she had not realized that the moment the yellow-robed Oracle Envoy spoke those words, she had already found her answer deep within her heart.

Gods were vague and illusory.

Only the people by her side were real.

Grandma Crane, Brother Qiye, Uncle Kyosuke, Brother Amemiya, Brother Xiaojin... If everything they represented was "evil," then why should she pursue that so-called false "good"?

What was wrong with being an "evil person"?

At that moment, the bloodiness and defiance buried deep within her heart blazed like a fire among kindling.

"Grandma Crane..." Yurina gripped the hilt and slowly closed her eyes, murmuring in a voice only she could hear, "Please help us..."

In the rain,

this snow-white longsword

silently left its sheath.

Boom—!!

A hurricane burst outward with Yurina at its center. Her black hair whipped wildly in the wind as her clear, bright eyes fixed tightly on the longsword in her hands. As the snow-white blade left its sheath, paper cranes flew out one after another!

The paper cranes seemed endless. They circled Yurina and swiftly gathered into a human form!

A moment later, an old woman surrounded by paper cranes stood quietly before Yurina. She wore an old gray kimono and wooden clogs, her aged silver hair drifting softly in the wind.

The blade soul of Thousand Cranes—Grandma Crane.

At that moment, Yurina felt as if some kind of connection had formed between her and the blade in her hand. She could clearly sense the