Now It Really Was Time to Go Fushiguro!

Jinmi Fushiguro's heart sank, and she immediately tried to find a way to confirm the exact location of the Akuta.

However, his laughter could be heard from all directions.

He would occasionally appear to her left rear, flicking a wisp of lightning that grazed her hair, startling her into hastily lowering her head.

Then he would move to the right front and deliberately raise his hand in a feint, startling her so much that she immediately raised her knife to block.

As a result, there was no real attack there, only the blinding flashes of light from the electric arcs.

Jinmi Fushiguro kept changing direction and wielding her sword in pursuit, the heavy Soul-Devouring Blade flying in her hand.

Each strike was imbued with a killing intent, yet the Akuta couldn't even touch the hem of the garment.

The Akuta moved like lightning, manipulating the gaps in all her attacks, its rhythm firmly in her own hands.

"Take a look behind you."

He spoke behind her, Jinmi Fushiguro suddenly turned around and stabbed out with her knife, the tip of which only pierced the air.

Before she could regain her balance, a faint arc of electricity touched her shoulder, sending a tingling sensation through her skin and making her hand holding the knife tremble slightly.

Jinmi Fushiguro gritted her teeth, suppressing the surging irritation in her heart, and tried to set a trap using Chou Bao's ability.

But Akuta always managed to see through her intentions in advance, jumping far away and not forgetting to make a few teasing remarks, completely disrupting Jinmi Fushiguro's rhythm.

After several chases, Jinmi Fushiguro's breathing became slightly rapid, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her eyes were full of anger.

Despite wielding a deadly longsword, he was completely outmaneuvered by his opponent from beginning to end, his strength rendered useless.

"The farce is over."

Akuta's smile faded slightly, and he stopped dodging.

He raised his finger, and a ball of increasingly dazzling blue-white lightning condensed at his fingertip. The violent Cursed Energy vibrated through the alley, and crackling arcs of electricity twisted and pulsed.

Upon seeing this, Jinmi Fushiguro immediately bent down and raised her sword to block in front of her chest.

The next second, the condensed lightning bolt roared out from his fingertips.

A thick bolt of lightning ripped through the air and struck Jinmi Fushiguro's knife directly.

"Bang!"

The immense impact erupted instantly, Jinmi Fushiguro flying backward like a kite with a broken string, the ugly treasure around her neck letting out a sharp screech.

She crashed heavily into the cold brick wall at the end of the alley, smashing a hole through the entire modern alleyway.

In a cloud of dust, Jinmi Fushiguro was buried in the ruins by rubble, and the Soul-Devouring Blade flew out of her hand and crashed to the ground among the stones.

Jinmi Fushiguro felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, with lingering numbness and stinging from the electric shock in her muscles, making it difficult for her to get up for a moment.

Before the dust from the ruins had even settled, the Akuta had already been withdrawn from his hand, the electric arc crackling twice between his fingers before dissipating completely.

He stood still, tilting his head to peek into the pile of bricks and stones. Confirming that Jinmi Fushiguro wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon, he felt a bit troubled.

Defeating Jinmi Fushiguro isn't difficult; the real challenge is getting her to abandon her mission to assassinate Riko Amanai.

Just then, a little girl's shout suddenly came from the end of the alley.

The voice was crisp and clear, a little hurried, and a little breathless.

"Let go of my mother! You bad guy!"

Akuta turned around to look.

There stood a short-haired little girl at the alley entrance, who looked to be about five or six years old.

She wore a light-colored jacket that was slightly faded from washing, and loose-fitting trousers with the cuffs bunched up on her shoes.

She gripped the edge of the telephone pole at the alley entrance with both hands, leaned halfway out, and shouted into it. After shouting, she seemed a little scared and took a half step back.

The little girl's face was very pale, as if she hadn't been in the sun for a long time.

Her lips were pale, and her chest heaved as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes wide open, staring straight at Akuta, as if she wanted to glare Akuta away with her eyes alone.

"Keiko?"

Jinmi Fushiguro suddenly propped herself up in the ruins, her voice tightening instantly.

"How did you get out of here? Who brought you here? Get out of here!"

Akuta's eyes widened immediately upon hearing the name.

He stared at the little girl in front of him.

Keiko?

Could she be Megumi Fushiguro of this world?!

What shocked Akuta was not that Megumi Fushiguro gender-swapped into a girl.

After all, so many people in this world have undergone gender swapping, he was already mentally prepared for the possibility that Megumi Fushiguro would actually Fushiguro.

What truly made Akuta nervous was that the system gave him a notification the moment he saw Keiko Fushiguro.

"Ding! The designated female protagonist of this world has appeared. Please check your account."

Akuta's face darkened as he looked at the five- or six-year-old Keiko Fushiguro in front of him, and he inwardly gasped.

He shouted in his mind at the system.

'Wait, System, are you saying this little girl is also the heroine of this world?'

""Yes.""

Hiss!

Akuta gasped sharply.

He had initially felt a little guilty about driving away the fellow countryman who had traveled through time.

But after seeing that the little girl in front of him was also the intended female lead, he felt completely at ease.

Let's not even talk about Aki Tomoya's Akuta; she's at least 14.

But what's with this Keiko Fushiguro in front of me?

She's only six years old at most!

Is there any law left in this world?

Is there no law left?!

Weren't there any restrictions when casting the female lead?!

This kind of person should be sent to fight a weasel!

Keiko Fushiguro took another step forward at the alley entrance, showing no intention of backing down.

"I came by myself!"

"You didn't come back, so I came out to look for you..."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.

But she bit her lower lip to hold back her tears and turned her attention back to Akuta.

"What... what did you do to my mother?!"

Akuta remained crouched in place, giving an awkward laugh.

"I didn't do anything to her. Your mother is fine; she's just tired and sat down to rest for a while."

"Liar! You were the one who hit her!" the little girl's voice shrieked.

Jinmi Fushiguro had half her body buried in the broken bricks.

She braced herself against the wall with one hand, trying to pull herself out, while reaching out the other hand towards Keiko, her voice tinged with panic for the first time.

"Keiko, don't come any closer, it's dangerous here!"

"Be good, go home first, Mom will be there soon..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Keiko stop.

The little girl ignored her mother's words.

She stood at the entrance of the alley, looked up at Akuta, her small shoulders trembled slightly, and then a resolute look appeared in her eyes.

Keiko Fushiguro clenched her fists, slowly raised her hands, and made a mysterious gesture in front of her chest.

Akuta's smile froze on his face.

"Stop! Keiko!" Jinmi Fushiguro suddenly pulled half her body out of the rubble, her voice cracking, "Don't use that! You promised Mom!"

Keiko Fushiguro did not stop.

Her lips moved slightly, her voice soft and delicate, with a childlike indistinctness, yet it carried clearly to everyone's ears in the quiet alley.

"Furube... Yura Yura!"

A buzzing sound went through Akuta's mind.

He knew that phrase all too well.

"Hey! It wasn't you..."

Akuta took a step forward, as if trying to say something.

But it was still too late.

The entire alley was suddenly enveloped by a force, and the air abruptly collapsed inward for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a viscous and ancient aura burst forth from behind Keiko, and a gigantic figure emerged from the void.

It was over two meters tall, its entire body wrapped in white straps, tightly bound together, revealing only a blurry human silhouette.

Akuta stared at the object, his expression shifting from shock to a complex, indescribable emotion.

His lips twitched twice, and finally he couldn't hold back, roaring inwardly:

'No way! Even though the world has changed, Fushiguro is still self-destructing all the time!'

Who taught you to pull out the Mahoraga right off the bat?!

Is this reasonable?!