Volume 4 Chapter 7 R.A.A.T Born III： VS the War Maiden with Flaxen Hair
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
They took a special elevator, rarely used, to the underground conference room, which was as large as a small gym.
As usual, it served as a training facility for exorcists and a shelter in emergencies.
The multiple strong barriers would likely withstand even a top-tier exorcist’s power unless directly targeted.
As the gathered officials watched closely along the walls, five figures stood in the center.
”To be honest, I can’t read the nuances of a top-notch battle. I’ll stop once I determine that we have enough information to assess the value of the response team, alright?”
The head of the Shiun family, Toumi, said this with a serious demeanor, addressing Naoshi and the three members of the response team.
”Thanks for pitchin’ in.”
Naoshi spoke in a casual tone, matching Itoko’s composed nod as she stood before the male exorcist carrying a sword and the female wielding a khakkhara staff.
”Thank you for your trouble.”
The Shiun family head briefly glanced at the young man who might become his son-in-law before stepping back to give them space.
”――I sincerely appreciate you accepting this challenge.”
The Immediate Response Unit Commander, Ashina Itoko, addressed Naoshi.
Her tone, previously bureaucratic, now carried a forceful confidence mirrored in her expression.
Though Naoshi was now recognized for his audacity and irreverence, there was a time when that reputation belonged not to the Kazuramichi heir but to Itoko herself—a scion from a branch of the Touin family.
”What? Thought you’d mellowed out, but looks like you were wearin’ one big ol’ cat.”
Naoshi smiles sarcastically at her attitude as if she had returned to that era.
Itoko, who took off the cat she wore the most, doesn’t seem to be bothered by such a sensual joke.
”I’m not a child forever. I can tell you about TPO.”
”Huh. Looks like I’m the one who missed the memo, huh?”
”It’s also necessary to ignore it sometimes. Especially in situations like this, where it’s absolutely impossible to replace it.”
”That so? Well, lemme remind ya—my win eight years ago still stands. I’m first-class now, and you’re second-class. Best ya forget the old peckin’ order.”
”Fair point. But I haven’t neglected my training either.”
Itoko’s spirit energy (reiki) surged, rivaling that of a first-class exorcist.
”Hard work never betrays you—I’m certain of that. And I’ll prove it, here and now.”
”Half agree.”
Surprised by Naoshi’s unexpected words, the RAAT exorcists exchanged astonished glances.
Ignoring their reactions, Naoshi continued.
”What you earn won’t betray you. But expectations? They’ll stab ya in the back every time—especially the kind that go way beyond your abilities.”
A knowing smile spread across his face, as though daring his opponents to prove him wrong.
The taunt worked, sparking hostility.
”You’ve certainly become quite the talker.”
”Kansai’s best gotta carry a few burdens, y’know?”
”Is that so? Then let me ease that burden—shall we begin?”
The ash-blonde woman fastened her black gloves tightly and assumed a fighting stance.
In response to Naoshi’s rising spirit energy, the air crackled and sparked.
”Bureau of Onmyō Immediate Response Unit Commander, Nanten Hakkyo Fist—Ashina Itoko.”
”Kazuramichi Family Acting Head, Seto Jinmei School Head—Kazuramichi Naoshi.”
Adopting a formal tone reminiscent of old traditions, Naoshi reintroduced himself with a title that had changed over the years.
”Here I come.”
”Bring it.”
With roles reversed from eight years ago, challenger and defender, the long-awaited rematch began.
* * *
”――What’s your take, Yuki?”
Rewinding slightly, Kurushima Tesshin, his gaze fixed forward, spoke to the young man next to him amid the gathered spectators.
”It all depends on Nao-san. What about you, Tetsu?”
Still standing with his arms crossed, Touma Yukinojo returned the question, his eyes never leaving the scene.
”Don’t answer a question with another question… Well, it’s a KO at the start of the match. It’s like he’s trained his spirit energy, but I wonder how he can react so quickly.
Just bodybuilders and fighters have different goals for training, and also the muscles of professional fighters and soldiers who focus on several matches a year, the spirit of both confronting the two.
There was a difference in the quality of energy.
”It’s tough, but it’s not a bad thing to prepare”
”That’s also the case if you use it properly. Exorcists who don’t fight are not exorcists. In comparison, it’s Naoshi, even though they’ve not been in a year, they’ve grown that much? How long have they been in their growth period? But”
That guy is definitely a bachelor, but Yukinojo nodded.
”I agree. Compared to when I first met, the spirit power (reiryoku) value is probably doubled”
”What kind of penance do you mean? And what is your opinion? “
”Time runs out and no match”
”──Is he that much?”
The opening of the two predictions, Kazuramichi Naoshi is indomitable.
On the other hand, it was Ashina Itoko who stepped in at a speed that would take away his stock.
It looks like the distance has been too close by too much momentum, and its spins round.
Naoshi and Itoko’s shoulders collided with each other as if they were waiting.
Don, and the whole room trembles.
”────!”
The height difference between the two is approximately 20 cm, and the weight gap is about the same.
But Itoko, who was knocked out, will boldly challenge the young man who won Kansai’s strongest in his next move, to a close match.
After that, they continue to take advantage of the advantage in the number of people and continue their offensive.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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