Igarashi Amaha knocked Sato unconscious with another knife-hand strike. He raised his right hand, and a set of shackles emerged from his palm, binding her.
Clatter!!
"Time to get to work." He hoisted the unconscious Sato onto his shoulder, then leaped away into the distance.
Before long, he landed atop a tall tree. He looked into the distance and suddenly froze for a moment.
It was noon, and the warm spring sunshine fell directly onto the ground, bathing the mountains and waters in brightness. The swollen spring tide filled the Withered Leaf River's bed to the brim. The water rushed and rolled in waves, glittering under the sunlight like countless tumbling silver beads and grains of gold.
Summer, afternoon, sunshine, flowing water-these were all synonymous with beauty and warmth, and now they were all before Igarashi Amaha's eyes.
"The summer branches are thick with green, the crimson cups adorned with vivid color. What a lovely sight," Igarashi Amaha sighed from the heart.
He leaped down, walked to the riverbank, and stopped. The clear river water reflected the boy's image.
"Oh my, if I hadn't checked my reflection, I would've almost forgotten I'm only fucking ten." Igarashi Amaha gazed at the delicate-featured boy reflected on the river's surface. At ten years old, he was already over 1.5 meters tall. With his well-proportioned figure and flawless face, not even child stars could compare to him.
"Tsk, tsk. This little face is almost as good as mine in my previous life."
After complimenting himself, Igarashi Amaha jumped onto the river. Strangely, however, he did not fall into the water, but stood upright on its surface, sending ripples across it.
Without pausing, he continued running into the distance.
Time flew. Igarashi Amaha sprinted tirelessly like this for about an hour before finally stopping atop a large tree.
He narrowed his eyes at the little village ahead, where white smoke rose from the chimneys. After comparing it with his memories, he reached a conclusion. "This is the place. My dear village chief, you sure fucking ran fast."
Whoosh!
Igarashi Amaha appeared in a courtyard. Looking at the assortment of women's clothes hanging across it, he could not help the dark lines forming on his forehead. He thought speechlessly, Can this fucker do anything besides women?
"Hey, whose brat are you? Don't you know you're not allowed in here? Who let you in?! Get lost and play somewhere else."
Hearing the arrogant, overbearing voice behind him, Igarashi Amaha was amused at first. Then he slowly turned around and looked at the village chief with a teasing expression. "Yo, it's only been a few days, and you've already forgotten me? I came such a long way to find you, dear village chief~"
Thud!
The village chief collapsed to the ground the moment he saw who it was. Fear took over his mind, and he dreaded having his head smashed apart by Igarashi Amaha the very next second. After all, he really did enjoy doing that. "I-I-Igarashi, Igarashi Amaha!!?"
"Your grandpa's right here."
Recalling the scenes of Igarashi Amaha brutally killing people, the village chief immediately fell to his knees and began wailing through tears and snot. "Lord Igarashi, please spare me! I really didn't mean it back then! I'm begging you! Boohoo~ My lord, my lord..."
"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. Why does everyone act like this? Quit howling for a moment. I came to make a deal with you. If I'm satisfied with what you pay me, I'll let you live," Igarashi Amaha hastily said, interrupting his casting.
"Huh?" The village chief froze. What had Igarashi Amaha just said? He wouldn't kill him? He immediately grew excited and hurriedly said, "Lord Igarashi, whatever it is, just say the word. As long as it's within my power, I'll do everything I can."
Igarashi Amaha tossed the tightly bound Sato from behind him onto the ground and withdrew the chains. "You like buying, don't you? Here, I'll sell you one too."
The village chief froze on the spot when he saw Sato's face, his expression filled with shock. But he soon recovered, his expression giving way to excitement and depraved lust. This was someone he had dreamed of playing with, and now he had obtained her so easily. How could he stay calm?
"My lord, name your price," the village chief said to Igarashi Amaha, suppressing his emotions.
"Hmm... one million yen," Igarashi Amaha said.
"How much!!??" The village chief shouted outright and was about to start cursing, but when he saw who had said it, he forcibly swallowed his words.
He could only say quietly, "My lord, even if I sold myself, I wouldn't have a million yen."
"Then how much do you have?"
"I only have fifty thousand yen left to my name. I've spent all my money, my lord. I really wouldn't lie to you."
Igarashi Amaha said reluctantly, "All right, then."
The village chief immediately felt relieved upon hearing that, but Igarashi Amaha's next words left him dumbfounded.
"All right, five hundred thousand it is. Go get the money."
"Huh!? My lord, I just said fifty thousand, not five hundred..." The village chief was rather bewildered and hurried to explain.
Boom!!
A ball of searing flame suddenly ignited in Igarashi Amaha's palm. He looked impatiently at the village chief and said, "How much was it?"
"F-five hundred thousand yen..."
"Get your ass moving and fetch the money."
"Yes, sir!"
After a while, the village chief came running shakily out of the house with a briefcase. The pained expression on his face made it clear that he was in pain at that moment.
Igarashi Amaha took the leather case, hefted it, and nodded in satisfaction. Then he said to the village chief, who was groping Sato's body, "One more condition."
"Lord Igarashi, I really don't have any money left. Really! Search the place yourself if you don't believe me." The words "one more condition" immediately frightened the village chief.
"It's not money. It's something else. I want Sato to be as 'happy' as possible here with you. You understand, right?"
The village chief immediately understood what he meant and began to laugh, looking as wicked as could be. "Rest assured, I'll make absolutely sure she experiences true 'pleasure.' Hehehehe."
"Mm." Igarashi Amaha gave a sound of acknowledgment, then took the money and vanished from the spot.
That evening, inside a taxi on a road in Shibuya, Tokyo, Igarashi Amayo, dressed entirely in black children's clothes, was staring blankly at the night scenery outside the window.
Beep beep! Beep beep!
Just then, the children's watch on his wrist sounded.
"It is now August 23, eight o'clock p.m., Tokyo time."
"It is now August 23, eight o'clock p.m., Tokyo time."
Dark lines formed on Igarashi Amayo's forehead. Fuck, he didn't even need to check the seller to know where this thing had been made.
They really were everywhere...
Igarashi Amayo withdrew his gaze from the window and thought, It's eight. Time to begin.
Snap!
Igarashi Amayo turned his head and snapped his fingers in the direction behind him.
Meanwhile, elsewhere...
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