The White Reaper's Spear Fails, the Ultimate Quinque Trapped in Midair!

Icy rain battered the café's doors and windows, filling the air with a relentless, grating patter. Outside, stark white searchlights sent one blinding beam after another through the entrance.

They cast broad, pale patches across the café's cold marble floor. A chill spring wind drove the rain inside.

It poured through gaps in the damaged door, bringing a bone-deep cold into the café. "Break it down!" came a sudden order from outside.

Akira Mado's voice was utterly cold. Boom! Several investigators in heavy steel armor smashed through the thick wooden door with a battering ram. Splinters flew.

Cold rain swept into the hall with them. Akira stepped over the broken door, gripping a finely crafted steel blade. Rage and killing intent burned within her.

She was the first across the shattered threshold, leading the charge into the hall. Her eyes were bloodshot, and rain had soaked her short, pale-blond hair.

Wet strands clung to her pale cheeks. All she could see in her mind was her father, Kureo Mado, vaporized by Black Lightning. Hatred—

It tore at her soul like a maddened beast. The one who killed Father will die! Akira screamed inwardly.

She swore she would make the killer pay in blood. But the instant she passed the screen and entered the hall, the sight before her stopped her in her tracks.

The café's once cramped, dim interior had changed completely. Towering white-jade pillars stood on every side, and the smooth marble floor shone like a mirror.

A supreme Pure Gold Imperial Throne hung high at the far end. Tobirama Uchiha sat upon it in white dragon robes, his hands resting on its arms. His long white hair stirred without a breeze. His eyes were closed.

He sat straight-backed, like a statue of an eternal ruler. Faint golden divine