Teleportation?!
Once again, instantaneous movement.
The on-site commander's pupils contracted, shock filling the depths of his eyes.
Both the Superhuman monk Chiriku and this masked stranger had entered the scene through teleportation.
For Superhumans, teleportation seemed to be the most basic of abilities. That was terrible news for the Metropolitan Police Department. Capturing a Superhuman who could teleport was practically an impossible task.
And this masked stranger's name was Sasori of the Red Sands?
The on-site commander looked at the monster's scorpion-like steel tail, then at the sand stained red with blood. The name certainly fit.
This man called Sasori of the Red Sands radiated murderous intent. Who knew how many people he had killed?
Compared to him, Chiriku, who had sent more than a hundred members of the True Faith Society to the next world, and the red-eyed Superhuman, who had taken down the entire Fifth Division without killing a single person, seemed positively harmless.
In fact, before the red-eyed Superhuman invaded the Metropolitan Police Department and took all its files, the department had attached far greater importance to Chiriku, the Buddhist Superhuman, than to the other one.
After all, he was a Buddhist. Buddhism wielded far greater influence in the Island Nation than Shinto, and its followers were much more martially inclined. Compared to the Superhuman of unknown origins wearing an Akatsuki cloak, the implications behind Chiriku, a Buddhist Superhuman, were clearly far more significant.
"Amitabha. Master Chiriku, thank you for saving my life."
Still shaken, Yuuji Kanbara looked at the steel tail tip held between Master Chiriku's two fingers, in the pose of Buddha holding a flower.
A little closer, and he too would have been skewered on it and died.
"Amitabha."
Master Chiriku released his fingers, and the steel tail withdrew. He pressed his palms together