"I don't believe in any gods, I only believe in the knife in my hand."
The words Lin Qiye said under the night sky that night suddenly appeared in Yurina's mind.
She lowered her head and looked at [Qianzhe] in her arms. After being silent for a long time, she slowly placed her palm on the handle of the knife...
Perhaps, even she herself did not realize that when the yellow-robed oracle said those words, she already had the answer deep in her heart.
Gods are ethereal.
Only the people who accompany her are real.
Grandma Tsuru, Brother Nanaya, Uncle Kyousuke, Brother Amamiya, Brother Xiaojin... If they all represent "evil", then why should she pursue the so-called hypocritical "goodness"?
What's wrong with being a "evil person"?
At this moment, the bloodiness and unyieldingness hidden deep in her heart were burning like firewood.
"Grandma Crane..." Yurina held the handle of the knife, slowly closed her eyes, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear, "Please help us..."
in the rain,
This snow-white long knife,
Unsheathed silently.
boom--!!
A hurricane exploded with Yurina as the center. Her black hair danced wildly in the wind. Her clear and bright eyes stared closely at the long knife in her hand. As the snow-white blade was unsheathed, paper cranes emerged from the sheath.
Fly out!
These paper cranes seemed to be endless, surrounding Yurina, and quickly condensed into human form!
A moment later, an old woman surrounded by paper cranes stood quietly in front of Yurina. She was wearing an old gray kimono, wooden geta shoes, and her old silver hair was fluttering gently in the wind.
[Qianhe] Sword Soul, Grandma Crane.
At this moment, Yurina felt as if there was some kind of connection between the knife in her hand and herself. She could clearly feel the emotions and thoughts of the knife, as if they were linked to the depths of her soul.
She has become the owner of this Fujin sword.
"Grandma Crane." Yurina looked at the familiar figure and couldn't help but speak softly.
Grandma He, who was surrounded by the paper crane, turned around, a bitter smile appeared on her old face, "Xiao Youli, your father and I have been trying hard to keep you away from this vortex for so many years. I hope you can be like an ordinary child.
I grew up peacefully, but I didn’t expect...that you would eventually embark on this path."
Yurina opened her mouth and said guiltily: "I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize, little Youli." Grandma He walked up to her, touched her head, and said softly, "You are a good child, you did nothing wrong, it was them who were wrong..."
Grandma He turned to look at the yellow-robed oracle, with a strong murderous intent in her cloudy eyes. She said slowly: "Since you have embarked on this road, grandma, I will definitely protect you. I will never
I will make you suffer again..."
The yellow-robed oracle witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and his eyes instantly turned cold. The original condescending and indifferent temperament had disappeared, replaced by unspeakable anger!
Such a thirteen-year-old girl dared to disobey his will? In front of him, she became the master of Fujin Swordsman?!
In the left eye of the yellow-robed Oracle, the aperture quickly locked on Yurina, shrunk slightly, and recorded her face. An electronic sound sounded in his mind:
"The energy fluctuations of the fourth Fujin Sword were detected, and the energy ripples were being compared... confirmed to be the third of the Nine Fujin Swords, [Qianzhe].
The identity of the sword owner is being verified... The identity of the sword owner is confirmed, the fourth generation citizen number is 42857494, Yurina.
Identity locked, determined to be a [Fierce Ghost] level wanted criminal, photos are being uploaded, and a wanted order is being generated..."
The voice of the artificial intelligence fell, and a moment later, the entire electronic screen in Osaka City jumped at the same time!
A new wanted poster is generated.
In the center of the screen, a young girl was drawing a knife in the rain. Her messy black hair was wet by the rain and swaying gently in the wind. Her clear eyes revealed a maturity and determination that should not be seen at this age.
Beside her, paper cranes circled in the rain.
The wanted poster was surrounded by bright red police tape with the word "evil" written all over it. It flashed continuously, illuminating a corner of the black night.
"Evildoer: Yurina, [Fierce Ghost] level wanted criminal, with a reward of 10,000,000 yen, and a reward of 1,000,000 yen for witnesses who report..."
Around the big screen on the street, pedestrians noticed the brand new wanted notice. They seemed shocked by the little girl's age. They stopped and pointed at the wanted notice.
"Why do you look so young? You're still a child, right?"
"You look like you're only twelve or thirteen years old. How could you become a [Fierce Ghost] level wanted criminal at such a young age?"
"I don't know? What evil has she done?"
"It must be serious, otherwise how could he turn into a [fierce ghost]? Maybe he is an extreme terrorist who looks weak!"
"It's really scary..."
"Lord God, please protect me from touching her. I don't want to die yet..."
"Don't say that. If you can find her location and report her directly, you can get a large bounty!"
"..."
Dotonbori.
After uploading the message, the yellow-robed oracle slightly arched his body, stepped hard on the ground, and rushed towards Yurina like electricity. Several dazzling haloes of light erupted from his palms, piercing the dark night and running at high speed.
And go!
Amamiya Haruki's figure appeared in the rain, raised his sword in front of Yurina, and slashed out thin rain lines, blocking those light wheels one after another!
His pale face turned slightly and said to Grandma He:
"I can't hold on much longer. Can I deal with the civilians around me?"
Grandma He squinted at the yellow-robed oracle. After a moment, she shook her head slightly and said, "Leave it to me."
She slowly raised her hands, and her body transformed into paper cranes that spread out and flew in all directions. The endless sea of paper cranes flooded the entire street, spreading around like a prairie fire!
The yellow-robed oracle stood in the sea of paper cranes flying by. Looking back, he saw those paper cranes flying to each of the kneeling civilians behind him, and pecked their eyebrows with their crane beaks.
Leave a little bright red.
The civilians who were pecked by the crane's beak rolled their eyes and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.
Losing consciousness means losing the emotion of "fear", which allows the Yellow Robe Oracle to use materials to make its own body, which is rapidly decreasing!
And this sea of paper cranes has completely covered the surrounding area of ten kilometers. They search every corner here and stun every pedestrian at an astonishing speed.
The yellow-robed oracle's face was gloomy. He was about to stop him when his eyes flashed. The white-haired Haruki Amamiya held [Rainbeng] in his hand and slashed at his body again!