Demon Sword

Nero hoisted the Enma Blade onto her shoulder, a faint smile on her face. At last, she stopped at an uninhabited stretch of riverbank in Riverside Park.

There were quite a few traces of activities here. Perhaps a lot of people had come here on vacation during the previous holiday?

She picked up a drink bottle buried in the sand, then tossed it backward... The bottle, now nothing more than trash, landed with perfect precision in a distant garbage bin.

At the same time, a voice came from farther away.

"I never would have thought that a thief like you would ever care about public morality."

Nero turned around and looked at the fellow who had doggedly chased her after she took something from him... They all seemed to call this fellow "Prince."

Prince walked forward unhurriedly. With his hands behind his back, he was followed by four oddly dressed men, making him look like a prince touring a foreign country.

"Yeah, I'm a very civic-minded person." Nero shrugged. "Once I dump you lot in there too, the cleanup will be just about done."

One of the burly men behind Prince stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with a vicious grin. "You shameless little thief! You stole our things, and now you even dare insult our Prince to his face!"

"Give it a rest, old man." Nero yawned. "I remember you. Weren't you the first one I knocked down last time...? Don't come out and embarrass yourself. What is it this time? Same old routine, with all of you ganging up on me?"

"If you hadn't ambushed me last time, how could I have—!" The burly man's face twisted with fury. His teeth bared like the steel jaws of a trap, while fine, glossy black fur began sprouting all over his