Chapter 660
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Chapter 660: Thousand Cranes
Yokohama City.
A nursing home.
The hazy moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on the neat white tiles, emitting a faint light.
In the center of the room, an elderly woman with white hair was bowing her head, silver strands cascading down her wrinkled face. She was seriously folding paper cranes in her palms, using the moonlight as her guide.
Beneath her, hundreds and thousands of paper cranes had already engulfed her feet, piled high like a small mountain.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, she lifted her head to gaze at the bright moon outside, and an unprecedented clarity emerged in her murky eyes!
“Little Yuzuri…”
She murmured to herself.
“Grandma Crane from Room 32, it’s time to sleep~” The caregiver’s voice came from outside the door.
Grandma Crane seemed not to hear her words, trembling as she stood up from the wooden chair, stepping through the sea of paper cranes, and slowly walked to the window, pushing it open with all her strength.
“Grandma Crane, I’m coming in!”
The sound of the caregiver turning the doorknob echoed.
Grandma Crane looked up at the moon, slowly closed her eyes, and in the next moment, her body transformed into one paper crane after another, dissipating into the air!
These paper cranes seemed to come alive, flapping their wings like a vast cloud of white, soaring from the open window into the pitch-black night sky!
The caregiver pushed open the door.
She saw the empty room and suddenly froze in place.
“Grandma Crane, Grandma Crane?”
She noticed the open window and walked over in confusion, looking up to see a cloud of snow-white paper cranes rising slowly, disappearing into the clouds under the bright moonlight…
……
Osaka.
The paper crane resting in Yuzuri’s palm trembled gently.
Under Yuzuri’s gaze, the paper crane began to flap its wings and fly, undeterred by the charred bullet mark on its back, heading straight for the sky.
The moment she saw the bullet mark, Yuzuri finally understood why she had been abducted by that group of thugs and why there were no wounds on her body after being shot…
Initially, she thought the assailants had missed, but now it seemed that this paper crane hidden on her had helped her escape disaster.
Yuzuri watched as the paper crane flew into the sky, disappearing beyond the clouds. Moments later, a massive cloud of paper cranes rolled out from the night sky, rushing straight toward Yuzuri!
These paper cranes surrounded Yuzuri, swirling around her like a flurry of white crane wind. Yuzuri stood at the center of the flock, bewildered and helpless, watching it all unfold.
Then, these paper cranes gradually converged into Yuzuri’s right hand, their forms disassembling into sheets of white paper, folding themselves together…
The outline of a sheathed white paper knife emerged among the flock of cranes.
Seeing this scene, the yellow-robed oracle’s brows furrowed slightly.
“Indeed…” Amamiya Haruki’s lips curled into a smile, relieved, “This knife is already with you.”
As the paper cranes vanished, a complete white long knife quietly rested in Yuzuri’s hand, the sheath marked with shallow creases, spreading like a spider’s web.
Yuzuri’s black hair fell behind her as she stood in the pouring rain, staring blankly at the beautiful long knife in her hand, as if she were contemplating something.
To grow up safely and steadily…
A tragic smile appeared on Yuzuri’s face.
The words “safe and steady” had never appeared in her thirteen years of life… Until she arrived at the Black Wutong Club, where she briefly experienced what it felt like to have a home, but now, everything had shattered again.
Brother Shichiya, Brother Jin, Brother Amamiya—they were all not ordinary people. Even Uncle Kyosuke had turned into a mysterious figure resembling her father; they were all wanted criminals.
As a child raised in this country, the only ones who had ever given her warmth and genuine happiness were those so-called “villains”…
“Good people” had left her battered and bruised, while “villains” had given her warmth and laughter.
She lifted her head to look at the yellow-robed oracle behind her, at the hundreds of people kneeling on the ground like ants, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
Were those people lying on the ground like dogs really what “humans” should look like? Is this what the divine beings wanted them to become? Is this the result of their protection?
Do the divine beings truly care about their lives?
If they did, where were they when she was abducted by thugs and beaten? Where were they when her home was ransacked? Where were they when she and Grandma Crane were forced to live in a container, starving… where were the divine beings then?
What truly is good, and what truly is evil? Yuzuri was beginning to lose her ability to distinguish between the two.
