An Innocent Little Boy (As He Calls Himself)

"Snort."

Hyakka didn't explain, and sat on the pink cushion while hugging a pillow.

She didn't kneel; instead, she used a sports seat.

Her chin and upper body were pressed against the soft cushion, her arms wrapped around her calves, and her pearly toes unconsciously twitched.

Shuya sat cross-legged opposite her, gazing at her legs as he drank a sip of hot tea.

It's lsp.

Hyakka was too lazy to bother with such trivial matters. She swayed her petite body and asked, "So, what should we do now?"

"Treasure hunt?"

Shuya's gaze fell on the wardrobe.

"What the hell? Doesn't that mean only you benefit?"

"Then you'll have to play on your phone."

Shuya's answer was so honest, it perfectly illustrated the current way friends interact.

Hyakka suddenly said, "Wait, I have a game console."

Too lazy to get up, she climbed onto a cabinet next to the bed and started rummaging through it.

Shuya's gaze couldn't help but fall on her protruding lower body.

Then he remembered something, slowly bent down to take a look, and sure enough, he could see from one end of the oversized T-shirt to the other.

"..."

Shuya sat up straight again, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Hyakka truly lives up to her reputation as a wealthy woman; she owns an airport at such a young age.

She's probably just as wealthy as Yukino.

Shuya couldn't bear to look directly at it, so he could only stare blankly at the teacup.

"Found it."

Hyakka cheered and brought over a classic black Sony game console.

Want to play?

"Good."

So Shuya played games with the beautiful girl in her room.

Hyakka doesn't play games often and is incredibly bad at them. Shuya doesn't play seriously, but he's having fun just playing casually.

Along the way, Yusho Sakura pretended to pass by casually. When she saw the two of them playing games loudly and excitedly, she looked at Hyakka with a speechless expression.

That's it? That's it?

This daughter is beyond saving... Yusho Sakura shook her head and went downstairs.

Shuya Hyakka's house until midnight. Seeing that she was so sleepy that her head was nodding off, he decided to leave.

"I'd better go. You should get some sleep."

"Mmm... uh."

Hyakka put down the controller, covered her mouth, and yawned. "I should take a shower and go to bed."

At this time Yusho Sakura was still awake, but she had already returned to her room.

She was quite at ease with Shuya.

"Let me take you down."

Hyakka stood up as she spoke, Shuya downstairs.

Shuya the entryway, said goodbye to Hyakka several times, and finally left her house.

After watching him fly away, she closed the door, went back to her room, grabbed a change of clothes, and came out again.

Suddenly, she noticed Yusho Sakura peeking out of the room.

"Hyakka."

"?"

Keep it up!

Yusho Sakura shrank back again.

Hyakka went downstairs with a strange sense of helplessness.

"She usually ignores me, but she's incredibly proactive about things like this... Ha, women."

She took off her clothes and threw them into the washing machine, the movement so dramatic it was as if she wanted to get rid of her troubles...

On the other side.

Shuya encountered an unexpected situation.

As he landed at his doorstep, a sudden jolt ran through him as a swift, cold light shot towards him faster than he could react.

There was a hissing sound.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Section 578, Chapter 538: The Innocent Little Boy (self-proclaimed)

Shuya sensed something was wrong the instant he landed; the attack was already upon him.

He instinctively wanted to dodge; his body's instincts, honed by countless battles, outpaced his thoughts, and he managed to turn his body away with great effort.

But they still didn't completely escape it.

With a flash of cold light, a jet of blood spurted from Shuya's left forearm, where a round hole had been pierced.

But the excruciating pain didn't even cause a change in his expression; this kind of suffering was hardly enough to move him.

In the instant he dodged, his Power of Will surged forth, searching for enemies in all directions.

At the same time, he also caught a glimpse of what had just attacked him out of the corner of his eye.

That was... a coin.

"Um...?"

As Shuya frowned, granulation tissue began to grow and wriggle at the wound on his arm, and it healed in the blink of an eye.

He moved his arm, and after feeling the recovery, the First Snow appeared on his left hand.

Shuya stood intently on the road, his vision filled only with deserted streets and rows of houses.

The area was illuminated by streetlights and the glow of houses, and the sounds of residents talking and televisions could be heard.

It's everyday life that we see every day.

He couldn't sense the presence of any enemies; everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.

However, Shuya's intuition clearly gave him a sense of unease, as if something was not right.

Shuya's mind raced as he pondered who might be the culprit in the deserted streets.

Furthermore, since so much time has passed and no Monster have appeared in secret, they must have encountered some trouble.

I just hope he's not dead, otherwise it would be a real problem.

The only good news is that the weapon used in the attack was a coin, meaning the attackers didn't intend to go all the way.

These thoughts flashed through Shuya on guard.

He made a quick decision; he couldn't stay in one place any longer.

His figure vanished from the spot, using a stealthy movement technique to rush towards a deserted place.

Fighting in a residential area is completely ineffective; even if you win, you'll still be questioned by the Supernatural Bureau.

Shuya also didn't want to involve innocent people.

He had no intention of seeking help from his Monster subordinates; he was only focused on solving the problem himself.

The reason is simple: shaking the demon won't work.

The Monster are far away, and this enemy is an expert in stealth; he will definitely not let him find his subordinates. There are likely traps along the way, and he can't gamble!

Moreover, even the people from the Supernatural Bureau who were tracking them couldn't find them, which speaks volumes.

The enemy is well prepared!

Shuya moved silently in the darkness, and after his Power of Will search proved fruitless, he concentrated his power around himself, increasing his precision and vigilance.

He closed his eyes, relying on his Natural Martial Bone instincts to sense his surroundings.

The enemy's stealth abilities are formidable; they are difficult to find if they are stationary.

But since he is the enemy's target, they will definitely chase after him when he tries to escape.

The moment the enemy makes a move, there's a high probability that his Natural Martial Bone instincts will catch him.

Once the person was found, Shuya got into his rhythm, believing that the opponent relied on a sneak attack because he couldn't defeat him head-on.

The worst-case scenario is that the enemy escapes after a single strike.

Fortunately, things didn't develop in the worst possible way, which led Shuya to some speculation.

This enemy might be...

After running for a while Shuya suddenly had a thought and instinctively noticed something unusual on the rooftop of the second uninhabited house on the left.

Without a second thought, he silently slipped away, appearing at the target location in less than a second.

A tall man surveyed the surroundings from the rooftop, seemingly unaware of Shuya lurking behind him.

Shuya pulled hard with his right hand, which was already gripping the hilt of the sword, and the cold, icy blue light of the blade stretched out like a ghost.

Then---

The figure with his back to Shuya flicked his left hand, sending a coin flying and striking Shuya's right hand precisely.

The terrifying force, carrying a heavy yet sharp aura, instantly slammed the elongated blue light back into its sheath.

Terrifying!

Shuya have time to think much and exaggeratedly leaned back to dodge the enemy's sweeping arm.

His head was almost touching the ground.

"Call!"

Shuya exhaled, he tapped the scabbard on the ground, spun rapidly, and unleashed a series of piercing kicks with a sharp, whistling sound.

"Fancy and over-the-top."

The man ignored his kick and launched a powerful punch at Shuya's stomach, arriving before Xiuya's attack.

With a bang, a dark shadow shot out.

The person raised an eyebrow. "... Clothes?"

Shuya appeared to be kicked away, but it was actually just his shirt.

Xiu, shirtless Shuya, appeared beside the man. Upon recognizing the newcomer, he did not draw his sword but instead unleashed a series of slashes with his palms instead.

The man easily blocked the attack.

Their eyes met for less than a second before they launched into a dazzling display of fist and footwork under the moonlight, until Monster stumbled and flew in, at which point they abruptly separated.

Shuya's breathing was slightly disordered, but the man was completely unaffected.

"Alliance Leader! I've come to help... Huh?!"

"Who is the enemy...? Ugh!"