Volume 4 Chapter 15 Demon World Outer Realm： Mount Ontake Annihilation IV： Ariadne’s Intent
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Well then, let’s talk. We don’t really know each other at all, do we──”
An ayakashi, dressed in a slightly outdated black sailor uniform, laughed.
”Yeah!”
Though Tsuine took a step closer with a defenselessness that seemed genuine, Naoshi chose to respond with a punch.
Focusing on speed over power, even so, the punch created a strong wind.
”Attacking in the middle of a conversation is really rude. Or are boys like that popular these days?”
However, that strike aimed at a central line struck emptiness.
The Tsuchigumo simply kept her hair and long skirt down in the wind, calmly──or rather, puffed her cheeks and protested somewhat dissatisfied.
(Seriously, this guy──)
An ayakashi that didn’t fall after receiving Naoshi’s punch was there.
Yet, she had never dodged such a vivid strike.
A cold sensation ran down his spine.
”Hey, Naoshi. Why are you silent?”
Her gem-like red eyes looked up at Naoshi.
The Great Youkai tilted her head slightly, and her beautiful, black silk-like hair cascaded down.
”Hah!”
Just then, Kurikoma, sneaking from behind, jumped and ruthlessly aimed a kick at the nape.
If she were just an ordinary girl as she appeared, the neck would have been blown off.
However, Tsuine turned without a glance and caught it with one hand, then casually tossed the oni’s small body toward the ground without a care.
”Ah!? “
Kurikoma’s head hit the ground with a dull sound.
”Ugh!”
Furthermore, Tsuine let go of the leg she was holding and kicked the oni’s face with bad manners, as if to hide something that shouldn’t be seen.
Kurikoma rolled several meters while pressing her face, kicking her legs around, unable to stand up from the agony.
”You’re really well-mannered for your appearance.”
”I’m so happy that you see me like that, My.”
Responding to Naoshi’s sarcasm, Tsuine’s face lit up with a smile.
She returned the same words, but their usual exchange didn’t connect as expected.
”That only adds to the eerie and unfathomable presence of this Great Youkai.”
”Sekkyou En-ten── arise, Kanhyoujin. Na-o! (Divine Interception, activate! Frostbite Formation)”
Without questioning his friend’s voice, Naoshi distanced himself from the Tsuchigumo.
The wind swirled in a circle around the final note, and the tongues of thunder licked the ground.
”Oh?”
”──Zetsu!”
With Yuzura’s shout, countless translucent blades shot up from the ground towards the sky.
”Huh!?”
The sailor-suited ayakashi let out a voice like a lost child, but she had jumped to Naoshi’s side faster than the formation had its effect.
”Huh!”
”Kya!”
Grasping her collar, Naoshi swept her legs.
The final note easily broke her stance.
Naoshi aimed to deliver a punch──
”Now, that’s dangerous.”
He couldn’t believe his eyes.
”No way?”
This time he saw it, he witnessed everything in its entirety.
The ayakashi, who seemed about to completely fall, regained her balance before Naoshi’s punch reached her.
Her movements were not that of a martial artist; they were totally unrefined.
Truly, just an ordinary girl who turned her body to regain balance and put out her legs in the direction she tilted──that was all she did to stabilize herself.
Yet, she did all that quicker than Naoshi, who was known as swift as the wind and fierce as lightning, could lower his fist.
(I don’t understand what’s going on──)
”I feel like I’m going crazy.”
”So, you’re infatuated with me?”
”Ahhh──!”
At that moment, Kurikoma, with a bloodied face, hit her from behind with a rock as big as her head she had picked up with both hands.
With a slight movement, as if picking up a dropped item, the final note dodged.
”Take that!”
Naoshi aimed a knee strike at her lowered face.
With her red-eyed gaze, she firmly caught it.
She leaned her upper body down and then lifted it up again; the action seemed natural and even slow.
With just that, the strongest exorcist in Kansai and his shiki coordinated attack was evaded.
”What is this absurdity, a dream?”
”I see, you Naoshi-types prefer that over talking, right?”
One person seemed to agree as Tsuine raised his arm.
As usual, it was a casual action, but a chill ran down Naoshi’s spine like a warning, and he twisted his body.
A sound like cloth striking air.
Naturally, 5 fingers spread, a white hand of ayakashi extended.
Naoshi’s torn sleeve snagged on the little finger.
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