Chapter 683
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Chapter 683: The Wind Festival Family
Somewhere in Tokyo.
A few paper cranes flew out from the alley, quickly gathering and folding in the corner, gradually transforming into human form.
“Cough cough cough…” Yuzuriha Kurozawa weakly leaned against the wall, bending over as he coughed violently, each cough bringing forth dark blood that splattered onto the ground beneath him.
His complexion was extremely pale.
Fighting alone against four Oracles, the injuries he sustained were far worse than they appeared. The other wounds were manageable, but the main issue was the “plague” that had left destructive diseases on him; these injuries were even more terrifying than mere flesh wounds.
After coughing for a long time, he staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked toward the end of the alley, his eyes filled with determination.
At the end of the alley, on the other side of the corner, a tall, slender boy dressed in a deep blue surgical gown stood under a streetlight, his snow-white hair cascading down to the ground. His star-shaped eyes curiously surveyed his surroundings, filled with wonder at everything.
This child… is taller than I imagined?
Yuzuriha Kurozawa quietly observed him, thinking to himself, but upon seeing the boy’s thin and pale body, a flicker of guilt crossed his eyes.
This was his child, whom he had desperately searched for over thirteen years, the brother of Yuzuriha Nao, Yuzuriha Takushiro.
He had waited for this moment for thirteen years.
Now, he stood right in front of him.
Yuzuriha Kurozawa’s heart raced; he smiled, unable to resist the urge to approach and greet him, wanting to say, “Hey kid, I’m your dad, come home with me…”
But just as he took a step forward, he halted mid-motion…
He hesitated.
To him, Yuzuriha Takushiro was the child he had been searching for for thirteen years, but to Yuzuriha Takushiro, he was a stranger who had abandoned him in the “Pure Land” and had been tormented for thirteen years…
If he rashly approached and told him he was his father, would he even come with him?
Unlikely… In fact, his identity as a father might even provoke disgust or hatred from the boy.
At that moment, Yuzuriha Kurozawa’s mind became a mess. Guilt and self-reproach tormented his soul, and he began to question whether he even had the right to call himself a father to Yuzuriha Takushiro.
Thus, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Who’s there?”
Yuzuriha Takushiro slightly turned his head, looking toward the alley where Yuzuriha Kurozawa was hiding, his eyes narrowing slightly.
After a moment, a figure slowly emerged from within.
It was a middle-aged man dressed in a clean, neat sequined suit, with a wilted rose tucked into his waist. Among the older men, he was relatively handsome. He smiled as he walked toward Yuzuriha Takushiro and came to a stop in front of him.
Yuzuriha Takushiro looked at this inexplicable uncle, frowning slightly.
“Who are you?”
“Let me introduce myself.” The uncle elegantly bowed slightly, looking into Yuzuriha Takushiro’s eyes with a smile, “I am Japan’s number one host, Kyosuke.”
“Host?” Yuzuriha Takushiro’s eyes filled with confusion, “What is that?”
“It’s a profession where one chats and drinks with guests, helping them solve their troubles.”
“You can help people solve their troubles?” Yuzuriha Takushiro was taken aback, a hint of joy appearing on his face, “Then do you know where Akihabara is? Can you take me there?”
Kyosuke was momentarily stunned, but after a moment, his smile grew even brighter.
“Of course, I would be happy to serve you.”
A smile appeared on Yuzuriha Takushiro’s pale face. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly paused.
“Hey, uncle…”
“What is it?”
Yuzuriha Takushiro extended his hand and pointed at the void above Kyosuke’s head.
“Your blood gauge seems to be running low…”
…
Osaka.
Lin Qiye, Amamiya Haruki, and Yuzuriha Nao stood nervously by the window, watching the sky outside gradually turn pale, their brows tightly furrowed, their eyes filled with worry.
Ding—!
Amamiya Haruki’s phone screen lit up, and a text message ringtone echoed in the room.
Amamiya Haruki picked up the phone, glanced at the message, and let out a long sigh…
“How is it? How’s my dad?!” Yuzuriha Nao asked anxiously.
“Don’t worry, he’s fine. He has already found your brother,” Amamiya Haruki replied. “However, he needs to take your brother to a few places first, so we don’t know when he’ll be back.”
“Ah…”
Yuzuriha Nao plopped down on the edge of the bed, rubbing her tense little face, finally relaxing, her lips involuntarily curling up, “Dad succeeded…”
She picked up a pillow beside her and excitedly rolled around on the bed, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
Lin Qiye turned to Amamiya Haruki, “What about the Heikotsu blade? What did he say?”
“He said to leave the ‘Mizuto’ there for now, but the other three blades can be taken back. The ‘Kurogawa’ is a gift for you,” Amamiya Haruki answered.
Lin Qiye clicked his tongue.
This uncle, why is he not keeping his word? He promised to give him both the ‘Kurogawa’ and ‘Mizuto’ after the job was done, but now he’s holding one back…
Forget it, after all, he’s currently a wanted criminal at the ‘Extreme Evil’ level; it’s normal to keep one Heikotsu blade for self-defense.
Lin Qiye picked up the chalk prepared nearby and began to draw a summoning magic circle on the ground, pouring his mental energy into it. After a moment, ‘Yubeng’, ‘Senju’, and ‘Kurogawa’ quietly lay on the ground.
“But how did he manage to do it?” Amamiya Haruki still couldn’t understand. “Did he really use these four blades to cut through the ‘Pure Land’?”
“I don’t know. We’ll just have to ask him personally when he gets back.”
“True, but we still don’t know when he’ll be back…”
Just as the two were chatting, dozens of cars sped down the street from afar, neatly stopping in front of the Black Killers’ building.
The car doors opened, and figures dressed in black kimonos stepped out, cherry blossoms fluttering from their garments. They wore wooden clogs and walked solemnly to the base of the Black Killers, each carrying a forged blade, numbering around a hundred.
As soon as they appeared, a large number of Black Killers members rushed out from the building, completely surrounding them, wielding various weapons, their expressions somewhat unfriendly.
The two factions stood in a standoff.
“Hmm?” Amamiya Haruki said in surprise, “Another wave of gangsters?”
Lin Qiye looked down at the figures stepping out of the cars, feeling that their black kimonos with cherry blossom patterns looked somewhat familiar…
“Let’s go down and take a look.” Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something and said to Amamiya Haruki and Yuzuriha Nao. The three quickly left the room and took the elevator down to the first floor.
First floor of the Black Killers.
Among those dressed in black kimonos with cherry blossom patterns, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses slowly stepped forward. He had twice as many cherry blossoms on his clothing compared to the other members, about thirty petals.
He walked up to the Black Killers and slowly spoke:
“From the Wind Festival family in Tokyo, I am Takeya Kazuki, seeking an audience with the leader of the Black Killers.”
