The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Akira Mayama's room was filled with many items, and the walls were covered with counterfeit paintings, including ukiyo-e, portraits of beautiful women, and ink landscape paintings.
The room was divided into several areas by a huge screen.
The guards were able to open the door and see that Akira Mayama wasn't in bed, but rather at the table by the door.
Judging from their combined posture, the weapon first pierced the woman's back and then penetrated Akira Mayama's heart.
Judging from the shape, it was caused by a katana. Soi Fon glanced at it briefly, not paying much attention to the postures of the two people who died. She reached out and touched the woman's wound, her hand gripping it. A faint trace of Reiatsu wrapped around her fingertips.
From small things, one can see the big picture.
From this slight Reiatsu, she could deduce that the opponent's level was approximately at the Third Seat.
With this level of strength, trying to evade capture is clearly wishful thinking.
Soi Fon crouched down, channeling her Spiritual Power into her fingertips. She swiftly drew circles on the ground, chanting, "Southern Heart, Northern Hole, Western Fingertip, Eastern Toe, gather with the wind, scatter with the rain! Bakudō No. 58: Kakushitsuijaku."
A silver light illuminated the circle, and the coordinates kept updating, indicating that the other party was still moving forward.
Until the coordinates stop rolling.
Soi Fon quickly rummaged through her little head to pinpoint the exact location and said, "Let's go."
Fearing that the other party would set off again, she immediately activated her full Shunpo, leaving the manor far behind in an instant, not even a trace of it could be seen.
Moonlight shone on the mountains and forests. Several miles from her destination, Soi Fon landed on the mountaintop, gazing ahead.
There was a mountain that wasn't very high, with the outline of a temple vaguely visible. The firelight inside the temple was particularly conspicuous, hidden by tall trees on both sides.
A person was standing at the temple entrance.
Soi Fon squinted; the Reiatsu emanating from the wind indicated that the little figure was the murderer who killed Akira Mayama.
Shiraishi threw Ichirō Yagyū to the ground and asked, "This doesn't seem like a hideout. The Reiatsu suggests the culprit is alone. Are you waiting for someone here?"
"Whoever it is, they must know Tsukikage Yagyū. She might be the one coming down. Your ability to conceal your Reiatsu is impressive; go and lie in wait nearby."
Out of caution, Soi Fon decided to stay there to avoid being discovered.
Shiraishi thought for a moment and said, "If we separate at such a crucial moment, I have a bad feeling. Should we just wait here?"
" Tsukikage Yagyū's nickname is Silver Flash. With her Shunpo, we might not be able to catch her at this distance."
Soi Fon shook her head, rejecting the suggestion, and said seriously, "At this crucial moment, how can we capture someone without taking risks?"
"All right."
Shiraishi was helpless; any further persuasion would clearly offend the Ono's proud pride.
She's not the kind of woman who's content to be sheltered in someone's arms.
Whether it was her or Kūkaku, Shiraishi suddenly realized that there was no woman by his side who relied on him completely.
Actually, he really enjoys the feeling of being relied upon.
Some people might think that kind of woman is just a pretty face.
Even before he transmigrated, he had that kind of thinking. After transmigrating, as he gradually became stronger, his thinking changed, and he began to hope that others could rely on him more.
Otherwise, what's the point of him becoming so strong?
Shiraishi sighed inwardly, but respected Soi Fon's choice, and used his Steel Tempest to leave.
Soi Fon didn't stay any longer; she was confident she could hide her Reiatsu, but it was hard to say about Ichirō Yagyū.
Just to be on the safe side, it's best to stay away from this man.
She hid in an inconspicuous grove, quietly observing Ichirō Yagyū's group.
Over at the temple, a Shiraishi was watching.
If Tsukikage Yagyū truly shows himself, he won't be able to get rid of her in a short time, so there's no need to worry.
Soi Fon lurked in the grass, trying her best to lower her Reiatsu. She hated this kind of waiting, but through cruel training, she had become accustomed to waiting for her prey to take the bait.
After all, the core principle of Stealth Force is to hide in the shadows and strike from the shadows.
Time passed slowly. Soi Fon lay motionless, her Spiritual Sense fully heightened. The wind rustled through the leaves, and the grasses stirred against each other.
In the tranquil atmosphere, even the sound of one's own heartbeat seemed louder.
She blinked.
"Ugh." Ichirō Yagyū let out a muffled groan. He'd actually woken up?
Soi Fon cursed inwardly, thinking that Shiraishi had gone too far. She hadn't hit him hard enough because she underestimated his resilience.
Given her example, Shiraishi was far too careless not to take drastic measures.
what to do?
Soi Fon had a thought: rush out and knock him unconscious again?
What if the enemy hides nearby?
This is by no means an overreaction of caution.
It's clear from his actions that Tsukikage Yagyū is cunning and extremely wary of his subordinates...
Many thoughts raced through Soi Fon's mind.
Ichirō Yagyū scrambled to his feet, rubbing his neck, which still ached. "Damn Grim Shinigami, if we meet again, I'll make that little brat pay."
After complaining, he looked around but couldn't recognize where he was. He only saw a mountain in front of him, a temple on the mountain, and a fire inside the temple, which seemed perfect for resting.
Although he didn't believe in Buddha, the Buddha followers in those temples were very hospitable and generally wouldn't refuse someone a place to stay overnight.
I'll go stay with them for one night first.
As for where Shinigami went?
He dismissed the question and headed down the mountain.
Soi Fon couldn't tolerate his mischief and was about to get up to knock him unconscious when darkness, thicker than the night sky, descended, and the moonlight vanished instantly.
She too was shrouded in darkness.
Because of a momentary lapse in concentration, she was unable to use Shunpo to escape from the darkness immediately.
The dense darkness sped forward, swallowing up miles of mountains and vegetation.
call.
Shiraishi leaped high backward, watching the inky darkness surge beneath his feet like a raging tsunami, obliterating mountains and temples.
When the darkness fades.
The land became flat, without even a single blade of grass.
The Shiraishi fell, its gaze fixed on the black dot opposite.
Tsukikage Yagyū watched the enemy fleeing the darkness from afar, a slight smile appearing on his face. "Not bad speed."
The darkness seemed to melt into ink, flowing from her right hand to the ground, then back up from the shadows on the ground to her right shoulder, forming a perfect cycle.
Tick-tock.
The black liquid fell into the shadows on the ground.
The silver-haired man rapidly approached, transforming from a black dot into a distance where his features could be clearly seen.
Tsukikage Yagyū did not engage in battle; she preferred to test her speed rather than engage in direct combat.
The faster the opponent, the more excited she becomes, using a long-range Shunpo to create distance between them within the range of her blade.
Three miles away.
Although Tsukikage Yagyū cannot see people, he can rely on his Spiritual Sense to detect their Reiatsu, thus arriving at this conclusion.
I couldn't catch it earlier because it was hidden too well; now that I've used my Reiatsu, it can no longer be concealed.
A smile flashed in Tsukikage Yagyū's eyes. "Not bad speed. You'd really be at a disadvantage against other people."
It doesn't work when I'm with her.
Tsukikage Yagyū used Shunpo again, leaving the person behind in one breath, without even sensing a trace of Reiatsu.
She went around in circles and ended up back at the secret hideout in the South District 5.
Shiraishi quietly followed.