Shattered Conviction, Harem 2

Rain hammered the smooth rim of the deep crater, sending up thick clouds of white steam. Within those rings of vapor lingered the scorched aura of Destructive Black Lightning. Amon Koutarou stood motionless in the mud.

His feet sank deep into the icy sludge. Cold water soaked through his leather shoes and dress trousers, yet he felt every cell in his body freeze with an unbearable chill at that instant. Before his eyes,

Kureo Mado, the man he regarded as both mentor and father, along with more than a hundred elite investigators armed to the teeth, had been struck by that black lightning descending from the heavens.

Every trace of their existence in this world had been utterly erased. There were no severed limbs, no blood, not even a single strand of hair left behind.

All that remained was a perfectly round crater, smooth as a mirror. Is... is this what a god is? Amon Koutarou screamed inwardly in despair. His soul shook violently.

His breathing instantly grew labored. Hah. Hah. White clouds of warm breath poured from his mouth and nose, only to be swiftly extinguished by the downpour.

He had grown up surrounded by rampaging ghouls. To defend humanity's justice, he had put himself through a hundred times the effort of an ordinary person to hone his body. He had believed

that as long as humans wielded Quinques, they could defeat every monster in the world. But now, facing this god clad in the Nine-Clawed Dragon Robe, his little measure of pride and resolve became like snowflakes beneath a blazing sun.

They melted away completely, crumbling into useless dust. Tobirama Uchiha stood with his hands behind his back. His long, snow-white hair stirred gently in the night breeze. The Supreme Kamui emanating from him

was like an invisible