He was being carried by Gawain, Tsuneyoshi Washuu made no move to resist. He simply coughed twice as the wooden clogs were dragged along and made a sound.
After two calls, he raised his head and slowly spoke to Gawain.
Even the most dangerous creatures have their limits in terms of strength.
After all, even the legendary gods, whether in Norse mythology or Takamagahara, have their destined tribulations.
Gawain, I really want to know where you come from.
But it's better not to know. Perhaps even knowing that I'm dying will leave behind some speculation.
"The feeling of guessing and the unknown, that's really wonderful."
After speaking, Tsuneyoshi Washuu narrowed his eyes, and it seemed as if a city from the Middle East in the past appeared in his eyes.
Once upon a time, in order to escape the war-torn Middle East, they moved their families and left the land their family had cultivated for two thousand years.
They were once the Crusaders that had defeated Jerusalem, and their family came to Japan afterward.
They could only watch as their old relatives tore at their masters' flesh and blood with each war.
As for their old relatives...
Hehe.
In the city of Jerusalem, where the Crusaders tore apart, didn't a great sorcerer emerge a thousand years later who could shatter the Twin Towers?
And his own family...
Although they left their chaotic hometown due to their ancestors' decision.
But in the end, all he got was a life of being a dog to white pigs in his Japan life.
It's good that it ended like this, really good.
At least until his death, his family... was still the hope in the eyes of hundreds of millions of people.
I wonder if such hopes can create a few foolish deities for family members in hell?
If that's the case, perhaps even Hell Washuu Clan could covet it!!!
With that thought in mind, Tsuneyoshi Washuu took one last look at Gawain, and then decisively committed suicide.
He swiftly raised his hands, one hand plunging into his chest cavity, the other tearing apart his throat.
Splattered with Tsuneyoshi Washuu's blood, Gawain reluctantly let go, allowing Tsuneyoshi Washuu to fall to the ground.
In the distance, it was clear that Gawain had already resolved the issue with Tsuneyoshi Washuu.
Arima gritted his teeth and silently exchanged a glance with Eto.
We need to speed things up!
He spoke to Eto with his eyes.
Eto nodded in understanding.
Admittedly, the group of naturally born ghouls they faced were indeed stronger than them, half-ghouls and half-humans.
But when it comes to combat experience, well, Arima and Eto's experience far surpasses theirs!
In that case, if Arima and Eto put in some effort to trade blows, it's still possible to resolve the situation quickly.
However, before Arima and Eto could even exert their strength...
After Tsuneyoshi Washuu died, the remaining members of the Washuu Clan immediately took a half step back, and after exchanging glances, they all chose to end their own lives!
Arima stared blankly at Washuu Kiyoura, who was inserting his hand into his heart, completely stunned.
As for Eto, looking at her opponent who had committed suicide, she curled her lip, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and cursed.
"Despite being a family from the Middle East, they somehow learned the ways of Japan samurai."
Haha, what a bunch of bastards who don't know how precious life is.
But this is good, it's quite interesting, at least we don't have to work so hard!
As soon as she finished speaking, Eto switched back from her ghoul state and quickly rushed to Gawain's side.
In the distance, Arima quickly turned around, then helplessly pushed up his glasses.
Once Eto enters her ghoul form, she'll be completely naked.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have just worn a large cloak and wrapped bandages all over her body to cover her shame.
As for now, Eto doesn't want to look ugly with his body wrapped in bandages in front of Gawain.
So after this complete transformation and the fight, her already somewhat damaged dress couldn't take it anymore.
She was now curled up next to Gawain, her little bottom bare, watching him put a coat on her with a big smile.
After everyone buttoned up their coats, Eto glanced at Tsuneyoshi Washuu's head and then pursed his lips.
"He died just like that, as easily as buying milk at a convenience store."
This guy actually made us sad for so many years.
Oh dear, life without adults is so hard~~~."
As they spoke, Eto snuggled up to Gawain's hand like a puppy, pressing her fluffy hair against Gawain palm.
After gently rubbing it a couple of times, she squinted and licked Gawain's palm, cleaning up the IV drip Tsuneyoshi Washuu's blood.
Gawain saw this Gawain slapped Eto's head in annoyance.
"West City everything! Spit it out!"
"Hehehe~~~."
Although she was scolded, Eto still happily stuck out her tongue, then pretended to spit a few times.
As for that drop of blood, it was the blood of the Washuu Clan.
It's definitely not a bad thing to wait a little longer.
Of all the ghouls in Tokyo, Washuu is the strongest, absolutely the strongest~~~.
Gawain didn't care whether Eto vomited blood or not. After scolding him, he pulled Eto toward Arima.
Sensing Gawain approaching, Arima quickly turned around and bowed Gawain head to show respect.
As for Gawain, he took a deep breath and then patted Arima the shoulder.
"Tsuneyoshi Washuu, or rather, the entire Washuu Clan, including Washuu Kichimasa."
The reason they died so hastily was probably because they were determined to die as human beings.
Indeed, only by doing so can we, before we even arrive, truly unite the hearts of Japan people in their daily lives.
The cabinet of the Japan certainly doesn't want the whole nation to know that they were actually manipulated by ghouls for over a hundred years.
As for what will happen to me, this big problem, after the Washuu Clan dies?
At this point, Gawain looked towards the Gawain, Arima followed his gaze, only to see the buildings of Murakumo and the ruins of Tokyo.
As for what Gawain saw?
After a moment, he continued.
"It seems that the Washuu Clan has indeed hidden themselves very well in Tokyo. At least the weapons that the Washuu Clan has prepared to deal with ghouls are already the highest level in Japan."
In order to maintain the balance between ghouls and humans behind the scenes, the Washuu Clan cannot allow Tokyo to have superweapons targeting ghouls like those in the East Country.
So, after the Washuu Clan died, Japan probably had no other means to deal with me, to the point that they actually went directly to their master to request support!
At this point, Gawain gently nudged Arima's shoulder and released Eto from his grasp.
"Those Self-Defense Force guys have already headed into Tokyo. You two go back and help everyone maintain a good atmosphere with the Self-Defense Force."
Neither you nor the Self-Defense Force are the main characters in this war.
I am the only protagonist in this war, and I have already seen my challenger. He lies like a dragon lying on the sea, waiting for me to tear him apart into a plucked eagle.
Hehe."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gawain's figure vanished. Even Arima and Eto, two top-tier fighters, couldn't track him down!
Feeling the lingering warmth of Gawain's body after he left, Eto narrowed his eyes with worry.
"Arima!"
She asked solemnly.
"The opponent that the lord just mentioned, that thing lying in the sea, could it be the one I'm thinking of?"
"Well, if what you're thinking is the same as what I'm thinking about, namely the America aircraft carriers deployed in the nearby waters."
Then I think... you and I were both right!
That's no joke. Not to mention the aircraft and weapons on board, there are probably more than just one or two super ghouls serving on that carrier.
"The West is a ghoul paradise. Ghouls have long since completely taken over politics and business there. The super ghouls they talk about are far more complex than the SSS-level ghouls we see."
At this point, Arima raised his hand to adjust his glasses.
"We are still too weak, just like all we ever pursue is overthrow Washuu."
We weaklings are not qualified to challenge things that are far beyond our capabilities.
As for the adults, I'm actually quite relieved.
You can tell from the adult's attitude that he clearly sees that aircraft carrier and everything on it as a lowly challenger.
As for the adult, is he generally very wise and profound?
He probably doesn't overestimate himself.
Since he's so confident, what else can we do? Let's quickly lead the men and stop the Self-Defense Force.
I really like humans; they're so adorable. If only we could find a peaceful way to...
Or rather, if we could truly use Gawain's absolute power to establish an absolute authority based on peace.
I really don't want to fight to the death with humans.
After all, once someone is on one side of a war, no matter how self-confident they are as a hero, they are actually just a pawn of those big shots.
A group of old men sit on the stage and make grand pronouncements, but how many young people's blood, flesh, and lives will be sacrificed in return?
Such a deal is too much of a loss for both humans and ghouls, hehe."
After saying that, Arima quietly accelerated and was about to rush out of the courtyard with Quinque in his arms.
Just as he rushed out, Eto rolled his eyes and called him back.
"Hey Arima, I think I know you're worried."
But... there are so many luxury cars in the yard!
I don't know if adults would prefer Rolls-Royce, Bentley, or even a big toy like the 918.
But at least we won't have to suffer the hardship of running back after we win, right?
"Shouldn't we at least take some spoils with us?!"
While complaining, Eto picked out a red and black painted 918, happily found the keys, and sat in the driver's seat.
Even if she's a famous writer, she wouldn't normally be able to afford a big toy like 918.
As for Arima, after being called out twice by Eto, he froze at the doorway.
A moment later, he turned around.
"Sigh, after being someone else's dog for so long, I never even realized I could be the one sitting in a car window talking to people outside."
Okay, I'll choose a Rolls-Royce.
Because in my impression...
They gave me orders from inside this car... the most times!!!
Meanwhile, near the coast.
Many Japan were nervously looking out at the distant sea.
Everyone knows that aircraft carriers exist in the surrounding waters.
Just like everyone knows that there's a picture of a great man hanging in the captain's cabin of that aircraft carrier.
In short, although people know about it, the vast majority of them will never see it in their lifetime.
But now.
That enormous thing lay naked on the sea, like Cthulhu crawling out of the abyss, displaying its unique beauty while roaring at the country.
As for what kind of beauty that is?
One is a bizarre beauty.
The other is... the beauty of machinery!
With a silent roar, planes from the aircraft carrier took off one after another, and soon, the trails of fighter jets filled the surrounding sky.
Meanwhile, in the cabinet of Japan's daily life.
Countless so-called important figures are constantly arguing about the so-called future of the nation.
Even they themselves knew that with Gawain's arrival and the approach of the aircraft carrier, Japan future of this country was no longer in their hands.
But regardless of whether their words count or not, they will never stop discussing and debating.
After all, if even that step isn't included, wouldn't they seem incredibly useless?
On the other hand, on America aircraft carrier, a bald man covered in tattoos, a glamorous woman with long, wine-red hair, and a black-robed pastor holding Bible sat together, looking at the distant dock with amused expressions.
As he flipped through the worn-out Bible in his hands, the pastor spoke slowly.
"Even now, the CIA hasn't been able to provide a suitable answer, and it's likely that we won't know the true background of Gawain until we take action!"
"Cut!"
Listening to the pastor's words, the Red-Haired Shanks woman disdainfully crossed her legs.
What's the point of knowing about something useless?
As long as that guy isn't some god-level experimental subject created by our old men over there, that's fine.
Aside from those who have developed their ghoul bloodline to near-divine levels, I won't lose to anything that's still in the mortal stage.
Speaking of which, that little man named Gawain is quite handsome. Even just looking at his photos, I can feel that ethereal yet real aura about him."
At this point, the Red-Haired Shanks woman licked her lips, making an expectant tearing sound.
"I'm really looking forward to it! What else is in his blood? I'm so excited!"
I just don't know whether I should taste his blood first, or try to taste his... before the fight starts... hehe.
"A guy as handsome as him, maybe even his... things would taste as delicious as a virgin's blood~~~."
After saying that, the Red-Haired Shanks woman licked her lips hard.
Beside him, watching the Red-Haired Shanks woman's wanton behavior, the bald, tattooed Han lowered his head shyly.
"I... I don't understand what you're saying."
You... do whatever you want.
I'd be so happy if they didn't need me, my cat... I've been under lockdown here for over two hours, Mimi must have pooped in the litter box again.
Can I ask for a day off, or I can just leave it to you guys? I trust you anyway.
I just want to go back and feed the cat, and scoop the litter box again~."