What terrifying killing intent!
The commander at the scene broke out in a cold sweat. He was no rookie who had never seen blood.
He had transferred to the Metropolitan Police Department after leaving the Self-Defense Forces. In his younger years, he had taken part in peacekeeping operations overseas and met plenty of American soldiers in the Middle East.
Many of those American soldiers had killed people.
One soldier remained particularly vivid in the commander's memory: a man who had been sent home after torturing and killing more than twenty local civilians.
He had felt that the soldier, with his vacant, indifferent eyes, was some kind of thing wearing human skin. Yet the masked stranger before him felt even more terrifying.
Merely facing him like this, he could feel the immense gulf between their levels of existence-and how many souls had died at his hands!
Just how many people had this masked stranger killed?
Fifty? A hundred?
Or even more...
"Who exactly are you? Why are you here?"
As though facing a formidable enemy, the commander held his hands behind his back and repeatedly made complicated gestures. The experts and support personnel who could not fight hurriedly withdrew, while the other Special Assault Team members and police officers dropped their web guns and drew their sidearms.
"So this is all the power left in Minamoto no Raiko, who once struck fear into the entire world? And here I spent some precious spiritual power waking the remnant soul sleeping in his arms and armor. What an utter disappointment."
The masked stranger turned toward Minamoto no Raiko's arms and armor, which had already lost their body and retained only scattered specks of ghostly flame. With a flick of his steel tail, he slashed straight at them, cutting them to pieces.
But the