"How do you Deepsea Hunters tell Deepsea cultists apart?"
Hoshino was very curious.
"It's simple. They carry the scent of the Deepsea, a scent etched into their bones and blood. Every Deepsea Hunter remembers it to the marrow."
"..."
That sounded a little too mystical.
At any rate, Hoshino's fox nose couldn't smell anything at all. This man looked like an ordinary person you could find anywhere—he went to work normally, attended all kinds of concerts normally. Who the hell would know he worshipped the Deepsea as a hobby after work?
"Then... can we only search for them one by one?"
"No. They have a special memetic connection. When we kill this one, all Deepsea cultists will know. Your katana can cut down one monster, but what if there's a whole swarm of them?"
Specter shook the circular saw in her hand.
Hoshino somewhat regretted bringing Yae Sakura with her. If she had brought Pseudo-Judah instead, activating its weapon skill would have turned it into a battlefield meat grinder. No matter how many Deepsea monsters came, they wouldn't be enough to fight it.
Hoshino was eager to know exactly what kind of beings the Deepsea and the Deepsea Hunters were.
The lucid Specter was a qualified storyteller. They returned to the restaurant, where the bloodshed and slaughter from earlier seemed as though they had never happened. Hoshino silently listened as Specter recounted the hidden secrets of the Deepsea Hunters.
"We fight against the Deepsea. That statement itself makes little sense. No person or organization can fight the Deepsea. Even if we set the entire world ablaze, in the Deepsea's eyes, we would be no more than a faint flicker of fire."
Hoshino nodded to show that she understood.
It was only natural for the Deepsea Hunters to discover the Deepsea