Chapter 71 Battle with the Oni Woman
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The creature’s skin was a sickly, poisonous green, like the underside of a dokudami leaf. The green oni’s body looked as if a living sickness had rotted and sloughed the flesh away.
We couldn’t even keep the five minutes of distance we’d managed earlier. Running on this broken ground was pointless — rocks and fallen trunks were being smashed aside by enormous green fists of Psionic Power that chased us down.
The giant hands appeared suddenly, battering obstacles to pieces and then vanishing like ghosts. Two at a time — one right, one left — seemed to materialize, though they could be summoned repeatedly without pause.
And then I remembered for sure.
I’d seen this psionic fist before. It was the same power I’d noticed from afar when someone fought a Horned Owl monster as we escaped the mystery forest. There were other survivors besides us.
”Cover. Thank goodness.” Kaede-san breathed the words.
Red projectiles came from a distance. With a sound like swatting a maggot, they rained down in front of the green oni woman.
”Wait…! Ah, so annoying! Damn it, damn it, so annoying…!”
Several shots per second, sporadically targeting her face and legs. The psionic fists would sometimes swat them away, but the shooting would stop, only to resume once the obstacle was gone. It was pure harassment.
”Wait, I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you, aaaaah!!”
The firing angle was steep. Kujukuri Town’s firearms had incomparable range and accuracy compared to the hunting rifles of this era. Still, this angle was for mid-range shots.
Even so, we were probably only about a kilometer away now.
My body tilted, the wind buffeting me fiercely. Kaede-san ran at full speed, not thinking about what came next.
”Kaede-san, something’s coming!”
”…?”
Ahead of us, something like a grain of rice fell from the sky. Whistling through the air, a fist-sized metal cylinder spun as it descended.
The high-speed cylinder looked like a disc due to the afterimage of its rotation.
”It’s probably a flashbang. Close your eyes!”
”Right, right.”
The grenade, thrown with inhuman strength, bounced off the ground. An ultra-long throw of over half a kilometer. Not humanly possible. It was Trash-san’s specialty, the equipment that had stunned the Horned Owl monster.
Of the several that fell, only one landed precisely behind us and bounced. The others landed wide of the mark.
”…!? …!”
────*Kiiiiiin*
A vibration, both nostalgic and terrifying, echoed around us. The light bombardment that had stopped even the fearsome Horned Owl.
”…Ugh. …!!”
I couldn’t hear anything. The blinding light erased even my shadow as Kaede-san held me, the world turning white.
Only I could see within that light and sound. The enemy was directly hit by the light and sound explosion. Instinctively, I curled up, my whole body slamming against the hard rock.
”…Aaaah! Aaaaaaaah!!”
I could barely see. But I wasn’t injured. The oni woman stood up, her gaze fixed in the wrong direction. And then she started running again.
We’d gained a little distance. Just a little, but it was working. A flashbang, even at close range, could knock out a psionic user. Besides, her body was tough, but her five senses should have been average. Her eardrums and retinas might be tough, but the very nature of membranes is their softness. Such absurd durability would be difficult to maintain. Applying pressure wouldn’t be meaningless.
”Oh, how nostalgic,” Kaede-san murmured.
”Huh?”
”Using Kujukuri’s white staff as a code. You’ve studied some very old things.”
The white staff was another name for our photon rifles. Whether she was adjusting the power, or perhaps alternating between large and small bullets, they flew from a distance.
Kaede-san bent her index finger several times.
”Two, two. Tap, tap, tap. Okay… yes.”
Kaede-san slammed on the brakes.
”She says to launch in eight.”
Her heel scraped the ground. Her metal greaves left tracks in the reddish-black soil. As our speed died, I was tossed into the air.
”Wha—”
Still floating in a strange sensation, I watched in surprise as she twisted her waist.
Kaede-san swung her sword with both hands, like swinging a baseball bat.
The sword hit true. It struck the oni woman’s abdomen, who could barely see. “—Gotcha!”
”Gugaaah!!”
The oni woman, who had been running at incredible speed, was sent flying back as if counter-attacked.
A loud impact. The ground she’d stepped on cracked. I saw her bloodshot eyes and fanged mouth. Blood vessels crisscrossed her face.
Light flashed in the distance. From the firing point, a point of light tore through the earth and approached. It sliced through everything as if pulling a single thread from the world.
It flashed across my vision in an instant, slicing up through the enemy’s body in the air.
”…Ugweah. Guzo. Agua!!”
A cloud of green blood mist erupted. Blood sprayed from the body hit by the beam.
”Agii…! It hurts!! Aaaah!”
The blood-splattered green oni fell against a rock.
Her body slid down the ground, cut and convulsing. Painful-looking cuts licked across the green oni’s form.
But it wasn’t a complete severing. Her durability was terrifying. While her flesh was cut, her bones remained intact.
”Damn it, damn it!! It hurts!!”
Corroded green gas, not flames, spewed from her mouth. The foul, eerie breath rained down indiscriminately. She writhed on the ground in pain, her arms smashing the surrounding rocks, and where the gas touched, it rotted.
Everything in the dungeon decayed and collapsed.
”Igi…!. Ah… It hurts. I won’t forgive you…!”
Her whole body convulsed.
Once again, the oni woman reached for her own neck. Her severed arm was weak. A pool of poisonous green blood. Her neck bone snapped with a *gokiri* sound.
”Wait… die… I’ll kill you. Absolutely…”
From the dying body, a black demon emerged. Its entire body was black, blending into the darkness, only its eyes glowing fiercely.
It crushed its own corpse underfoot and began to stagger toward us again.
”It’s still alive!?”
”Natsume this time.”
Kaede-san grabbed me again.
I saw the small figure of Natsume-san on a large rock in the distance. Had she regained her composure? She stood firmly on both feet, aiming her gun from the hip. It was the same shooting stance Kiri-san had used.
She was already well within range for a charged shot. Even I could see her with the naked eye. There were three figures on the rock, and Flatty-chan’s gun was open like an umbrella, emitting steam. She swung the barrel to cool it down, even pouring water from her canteen to speed up the heat dissipation.
Kaede-san observed them closely with her psionic vision.
”I know Natsume’s signal… Now.”
As she ran, Kaede-san bent her knees and crouched.
With a limited firing angle, a charged shot couldn’t be avoided by simple evasion. It was a line attack, not a point.
The oni woman kicked off the ground, preparing to leap.
Still, a photon rifle was no ordinary gun. The bullet speed of this era could probably be dodged. But Natsume-san’s attack was like a guillotine made of light.
”Seriously, get used to it…”
The beam of light sliced directly over our heads. The blade of light crossed the black oni’s lower body before it could leap.
”…Tsu…!?”
Again, a line of light sliced the oni woman and the ground. Dust flew, and black blood gushed from her thighs.
”Guso, the blood…! My legs again…”
The black demon glared at the firing point with hatred. Blood poured from her legs, her breathing becoming ragged. A severe injury immediately after resurrection.
But her feelings didn’t wane; if anything, her hatred sharpened now that she’d finally found her target. Her weak breaths trailed behind her like diesel exhaust.
”I won’t let you go… Wait… Wait—!”
As Kaede carried me, I looked back. The black demon staggered, but her speed never wavered.
The three on the rocks must have realized height meant nothing now — they leapt down together, lending each other their shoulders for balance.
”You… hah… huff… damn it… I’ll drag every one of you into a pool of blood—feed you to the maggots!”
The dark-skinned girl’s breath came ragged. Blood gushed from her legs like a punctured rubber pool, flooding the dirt beneath her.
At her feet, a black puddle spread — sickly and dense. A clean line cut across her thighs, slicing through most of the muscle, leaving a trail of bloodied footprints behind her.
I appeared beside Trash. She was dragging herself forward, but when I called out, she still answered.
”Trash-san! Kaede’s heading this way! Are you okay?”
”Young Master, yes. I merely lost consciousness for a moment. Nothing more than a scratch.”
She didn’t look “fine” at all. Burns from electric shock covered her body, and she was forcing herself to move with the last of her medical drugs.
Kaede reached us moments later — but our situation had not improved. If anything, she’d brought the storm home with her.
”Kaede-chan, thank goodness you’re safe! I— and Kiri-chan, she—”
”Natsume, interference. Later.”
Kaede shoved Natsume aside, gasping for breath, and turned to the pale, trembling Trash.
”You wasted the decoy. Kiri’s death is acceptable. Why did you shoot?”
”The first shot came from Natsume-dono, but it was at the Young Master’s command.”
”I see. Then that’s fine.”
Her tone softened instantly. The venom drained from her voice, replaced with weary acceptance as sweat streaked her cheeks.
Just hearing my name was enough to quiet the turmoil inside her. Losing a comrade, ruining a plan — all of it dissolved, justified because it was for me. Kaede carried no anger, no attachment, only obedience.
”Damn you… both of you… I finally caught up.”
The voice that came from within the black demon’s chest was low, soaked in malice. The very air trembled with it.
None of us replied. Instead, another red-hot round blazed toward her — and like before, it burst harmlessly against her hide.
”At this range, her body’s still that hard,” Trash murmured. “Meaning only her own strength can kill her. She couldn’t even die by falling off a cliff. Cripple her arms — she must not be able to take her own life.”
The three of them had seen her resurrection from afar. Now Trash, pale and gasping, slapped her glowing pocket and handed the others fresh charge capsules.
”Ammo count?”
”This is the last of my stamina packs. Use them wisely.”
Only three capsules remained. Flatty took two, Natsume one. Trash unsheathed her sword.
The needle rifle they’d used earlier lay discarded atop the rocks — too unwieldy for this close range.
The four of them raised their weapons in unison.
The black demon stepped forward, exhaling a thick cloud of shadow. The weight of her aura pressed on my chest like the growl of a caged predator, or the roar of an aircraft engine at arm’s length.
The darkness around her seemed to crawl out of night itself, molding into the shape of a girl. Her expression was unreadable, her outline flat and unreal — like a living pictogram. Within her mouth, winged maggots writhed.
”So… do you really think four of you can win against me?”
”I don’t care.”
Kaede stepped forward, sword drawn. She hadn’t asked anyone’s permission. The only chance of survival lay in crippling the demon and fleeing — a desperate, impossible plan.
But there was no more time.
Far ahead, faint human shapes began to appear. A small group approached, carrying rifles. Townsfolk — moving carefully, not recklessly. They were circling us, herding us. Behind them walked a woman in formal attire, giving quiet commands.
”Hey,” said the demon, her hollow eyes fixing on us.
That endless blackness — it wasn’t color anymore. It was rage and sorrow burned down to ash.
”Before I kill you all… got anything to say to my dead friends?”
”They were fine Imperial Guards,” Kaede said. “Just unlucky.”
”Unlucky, huh…”
The demon’s fists trembled. Her gaze burned with hatred, yet somewhere inside lingered the faint ghost of a girl’s emotion.
She drew a slow breath, tilted her head, and smiled faintly.
”Your friend died funny, you know. When I crushed her head, springs shot out of her body like a toy.”
”I see.”
”She flopped around like a headless fish. It was so stupid I almost laughed.”
”In her final moment, she taught me something,” Kaede said quietly. “We strayed from the path of humanity. I’m grateful for her lesson… and for your respect.”
Kaede’s sincerity didn’t waver — and that calm, unshaken honesty only enraged the demon further. To her, it sounded like mockery.
”Don’t you dare make fun of me—! You’re first!”
The black demon lunged, her ruined legs hammering against the ground.
At the same instant, a massive black fist appeared before Kaede — two meters wide, moving like wind but carrying the weight of stone.
It gleamed dully, like black iron.
”Bastard—!”
Hair flying, the demon charged.
”Die!”
A sickening crack split the air.
From above, another psionic fist came down — like naval artillery descending from the heavens.
”Fast—!”
”Too—!”
The blow struck before even a blink could pass, shattering the earth beneath Kaede’s feet.
”Shoot! Now — even if it takes me too!”
The demon’s first strike lacked precision — wild with rage. Kaede dodged by a hair’s breadth, shouting. The psionic fist slammed into the ground beside her and vanished without trace.
”Think you dodged?”
”What—!?”
Through the dust and shock, the demon’s head tracked Kaede’s shadow unerringly. I couldn’t follow her speed — bullets flew, the others moved — but even my eyes lost her.
”I missed on purpose! You pretentious bitch — rot and let the maggots feed!”
A cloud of black mist burst from the demon’s mouth, surging toward Kaede like a broken fire hydrant.
The mist caught her leg. Below the knee, flesh tore away. The metal plating bent, and bone shone through, white as porcelain. Dozens of flies clung to it, writhing.
She drove the shattered limb into the ground like a stake to brace herself. Anyone sane would have faltered — but Kaede wasn’t sane.
Her face betrayed nothing as she pushed forward, dodging the next storm of psionic fists and the hiss of maggot clouds.
”This woman… she’s not even human…”
Kaede survived the demon’s opening assault. In the chaos, one of the black fists swatted away Trash’s sword as she tried to strike from the blind spot. Gunfire flashed through the haze, forcing her back — she lost a leg’s balance but not her nerve.
It was only Kaede’s relentless focus that kept the balance from collapsing entirely. Against anyone else, someone would’ve already died.
”You’re insane. No one can stand on one leg like that—how are you even balanced?”
”I never had balance to begin with.”
”What kind of rich-girl joke is that, Kujukuri brat!?”
The demon’s fangs ground together, fury bending her face out of shape.
Their power wasn’t even comparable. Kaede was slower, weaker — in every way outmatched. Only sheer experience kept her alive a few breaths longer.
The next black fist roared past her face, missing by inches.
”Die!”
”Not until I’m dead.”
Flesh tore; a cheekbone shattered. One ear went spinning through the air. Kaede didn’t even flinch.
She forced her way in close, right where she wanted — and there the black demon opened her mouth and spat a wave of blue fire, the same hellflame the azure oni had once used.
”Burn with them! Feel it — the pain they felt!”
The air itself wavered in the heat. Flame swallowed Kaede from chest to waist.
Her clothes vanished in an instant, armor sloughing away into charred scraps clinging to her skin. Every motion shed flakes of blackened flesh, cracked and brittle as coal. Blood hissed out through the cracks in her abdomen.
”How—how are you still moving after that!?”
”Look at me.”
”Wha—ghk!”
Kaede spat a mouthful of blood and teeth straight into the demon’s face.
”That’s your weakest spot.”
Then she struck downward. Both hands on the hilt, she brought her sword down like a hammer. The blade crashed against the collarbone — the impact rang like colliding metal. It didn’t cut, didn’t crush, but something cracked inside that iron skeleton.
”Gah—!?”
A retaliatory swing ripped through her. The demon’s clawed arm speared Kaede’s stomach, shredding flesh and bone in a single sweep. She reeled — and the next psionic fist struck her midair, snapping her spine at the waist and hurling her like a broken doll across the ground.
”Die!”
Flame washed over her again, searing the battlefield white.
Her body rolled through fire — a living cremation. And yet, Kaede rose. Steam hissed from her blackened frame; her hand still held her sword steady.
”Wh—what? Why can you still stand?”
”Because I’m not dead yet.”
There was nothing left to recognize her by. Her sculpted body was burned to cinder; her gentle face melted away. Even her hair had fused into black threads stuck to her skull.
Only one thing remained unchanged — a single surviving eye, cool and unblinking, still locked on her enemy. The other had gone white with heat. She lunged again, bones no longer supporting her; muscle alone dragged her forward.
”To take fire head-on and not flinch… you’re not human. Aren’t you afraid to die?”
”Talking too much. Buying time?”
”You’re the one who needs it.”
”Maybe.”
All she’d done was steal twenty seconds — barely that. And she was already dying. Kaede was no superhuman; her kind didn’t heal, didn’t resurrect. Even if she were dropped in a medical pool now, survival would be a miracle — a lifetime of bandages if she somehow lived.
She didn’t feel pain. That was the only reason she hadn’t gone into shock.
Kaede wasn’t meant to fight psionics of this caliber. Buying time was all she could ever do.
Her body, little more than rags of flesh, was hurled aside. She rolled, then looked toward Trash and said evenly:
”Engineer. On my mark.”
”Apologies. My body’s wrecked… but I can still try.”
Trash’s arm hung broken. Her lips were smeared with blood. She’d been fighting one of the other psionic fists, I realized too late.
”You can do it,” Kaede said.
”Coming from you now? I’ll take that as an order.”
They moved together — charging straight at the black demon.
For a moment, time stopped. A descending psionic fist, heavy as a falling mountain, met them head-on. For the blink of an eye, strength matched strength.
Their blades struck as one — deflecting that immense weight back.
Trash lost ground first. The slowed fist slammed into her full on, sending her tumbling across the earth. Kaede, instead, struck again — shattering two of its thick fingers and driving the blow aside.
But the demon was already there, closing in from behind like a gust of black wind.
”—!?”
The claws missed. A white beam snared the demon’s upper arm — severing it clean. The small, pale hand tumbled into the toxic swamp and sank beneath.
”Damn—! Not that light again—agh! It burns—!”
As she shrieked, Kaede drove her sword into the demon’s open mouth. Blue fire burst and scattered.
”Angry again. Wasteful.”
”Guh… gah—grrk!”
The white blade punched through her throat, forcing her head back toward the sky.
”I… I’m the pride… of Isumi Town—”
”Futile. You’re not steel.”
The demon tried to bite the blade in half.
”This isn’t normal steel,” Kaede said. “It won’t break. Even your ghostfire can’t melt it.”
The Kujukuri blade — forged of a mystery alloy — held firm. Instead, the demon’s own teeth shattered under the strain.
Kaede pulled, dragging her down. Another black psionic fist formed above — ready to crush them both.
”Die—!”
A single shot lanced through the dark. The fist exploded into fragments, dissolving into mist. The final charged blast followed through, slicing away her remaining hand.
”Knock her out,” Kaede said.
She wrenched her sword free from the demon’s throat.
The creature gurgled, vomiting a flood of black blood. Chunks of flesh clung to the blade — it had cut deep, nearly to the stomach. A killing wound for most, but not instant death for one like her.
Kaede seized the horns sprouting from her skull and twisted, hammering the back of her head with the sword’s pommel again and again.
”Up close, she’s terrifying! Kaede-san, keep going — make her black out! Harder!”
”You… you killed Kiri—! I won’t forgive you—! You wretched brat!”
”Don’t hog the fun, Kaede! Flatty, come on!”
The two gunners threw down their rifles and joined in, swords raised.
”Hit the back of the head! And Flatty, stop trembling!”
”This—this woman! Kiri… I—!”
Several psionic fists flickered into being mid-melee, but they scattered and faded almost immediately. Either the demon’s concentration was gone, or her power itself was breaking apart.
After half a minute, the black figure finally crumpled to the ground. The ogress had lost consciousness at last.
”Bind her! And while we’re at it, dislocate her shoulders.”
”How dare you—how dare you hurt my friend like that!”
Beside the fallen black demon, Natsume knelt in tears, tending to Kaede’s ruined body. Kaede herself stood unmoving, silent — a figure carved out of pain.
I wanted to run to her, to hold her, to say something.
But I couldn’t. If she reacted to me, the others would know she could see me — and that would ruin everything. Besides, I’d only get in the way of treatment.
So I went to Trash instead, helping her back to her feet.
”Did we… win?”
”I can’t say. Likely, we’ve only neutralized her temporarily.”
”She’s too strong. How can anyone have that kind of power?”
I was terrified. It had taken four of them — and weapons forged from Kujukuri’s mystical craft — just to fight her to a standstill. Without those, they wouldn’t have lasted seconds. She had fought with nothing but her bare hands.
She seemed unconscious now. But I wasn’t sure. I could almost feel her stirring, like she might rise any moment and tear us apart again.
There was no triumph here — only cold, crawling fear. My body trembled, my blood turning to ice.
That rage, that crushing presence… it was monstrous.
”…’The pride of her town,’ huh,” Trash muttered. “So that’s what she meant.”
She looked down at the demon’s prone form with disgust, as if she understood something awful.
”Remember what the maggot told us?” she said quietly. “That she was… a ‘cheater.’”
”Yeah. It said the message would make sense to her. What did it mean?”
Trash paused, choosing her words.
”At her age, it’s impossible to have that much power. A body warped for battle, multiple attack types, resurrection — she far exceeded what one human’s psionic limit should allow.”
”I thought so too. It didn’t feel natural.”
Most psionics could only wield one distinct ability. But this one — fists of force, fire breath, iron skin, self-resurrection — each power could have belonged to a different wielder entirely.
And yet she held them all. It was absurd.
”Young Master,” Trash said, her voice low, “you know how the more nerve essence a woman receives from a man, the stronger her psionic foundation becomes.”
”Yes. That’s why, during the last war, some men even gave their entire spinal cords. Wait—”
”Yes,” she said grimly. “That.”
Her eyes darkened. During the final battle of the Second World War, armies from across the world gathered in the Pacific. They said it was a war of gods. Japan had fought alongside Germany and Italy against the Americans, Soviets, and the rest of the West — the war that still scars civilization today.
Back then, even noble families sent their daughters to fight. Psionic users were seen as divine soldiers. The culture of self-sacrifice — of dying beautifully — fit the Japanese heart too well.
When the “divine blades” of Allied psionics rained from the heavens with naval bombardments, Japan’s god-soldiers ran across the waves to meet them, cutting through ships like thunder splitting the sea.
But both the givers and the gifted paid the price. Those who received too much power burned out — short-lived human bombs, dying like living comets. Each psionic warrior was treated as a single-use weapon.
Trash’s voice grew bitter.
”Judging by her range of powers, she’s gone even further than they did.”
”Further?”
”She’s likely undergone multiple Oath of Fealty rituals — with several men.”
I froze. “That’s… possible?”
”Yes. The term ‘cheater’ was literal — a slur.”
I’d never heard of such a thing. The idea of a guard swearing loyalty to more than one master — it made no sense. But that was the truth: she’d pledged herself to several men, absorbing their wishes.
”Normally, it doesn’t work,” Trash continued. “Each man’s desire collides with the others. The psionic field collapses. What you get isn’t power — it’s junk.”
”Yeah… that makes sense. It’d be chaos.”
Two people wanting opposite things would cancel each other out. To force those contradictions into one body was madness.
And ethically… how could anyone allow that?
I hadn’t expected this world to even have the concept of infidelity. But apparently, here it was despised even more deeply — an act of spiritual corruption.
”The more men involved,” Trash said, “the stronger the power, yes — but the higher the risk of internal collapse.”
”So it’s possible, but barely.”
”Only if the men are bound by an unbreakable unity — all sharing the same wish,” she said. “Then, maybe.”
Her expression hardened, open disgust twisting her face. I’d never seen her look so openly contemptuous before.
But strength was strength. However vile the method, it had worked.
”It’s a form of brainwashing,” she said. “To force multiple men to think, dream, and desire the same thing. There’ve been fewer than five recorded cases in history.”
She went on, voice tight with unease. “It destroys their lives. And even then, success isn’t guaranteed. It’s not something anyone should ever attempt.”
”So… she forced it anyway. And it worked.”
”Yes. Whatever her reasons, it remains unforgivable.”
Even if they were trained, even if their minds were conditioned — could anyone truly align their deepest desires? I doubted it. Somewhere inside, there must have been resentment, rebellion.
To reshape men’s minds into one shared wish — that took desperation beyond reason.
Perhaps for strength. For their town’s survival. For power at any cost.
But still… it shouldn’t have been possible.
In this world, women were gentle with men — fiercely protective. No one would sacrifice them for a town’s gain.
History proved it: even the cruelest queens and warlords spared their men.
”Perhaps,” Trash said quietly, “Isumi Town was simply too desperate.”
Her words hung in the air like smoke.
Still, doubt gnawed at me. How deep had they gone? What had they done to that demon’s master — to forge her into this monster?
Trash swayed, using her sword as a cane. She was about to collapse. Nearby, Flatty struggled to bind the unconscious demon, pressing cloth against the wounds to slow the flow of black blood.
Kaede lay motionless, eyes closed. Natsume was crying, scraping together the last of their medicine, desperate to save her — but she didn’t even know where to start.
If the ogress woke, if she rose again… we would all die.
And even if she didn’t — none of us had anything left to fight with.
But the situation wasn’t so simple that we could escape now. No one had any strength left. Yet, the townsfolk surrounding us opened fire. Lacking proper equipment, arrows and stones rained down. And then, a new psionic user appeared.
Notes:
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
• Kaede – A female psionic explorer known as Necksplitter, is a veteran assassin and messenger of Lord Ichimatsu. Her appearance is both young and old, with gray hair streaked through black and vibrant, unlined skin. She is graceful yet carries the fatigue of a long life in war, resembling an old hunting dog. Her psionic ability is mysterious and potentially dangerous.
• Natsume – A female companion and younger sister of Kaede-san, cared for by Kaede-san during their journey through the dangerous valley, at risk of infection from the parasitic creatures.
• Kiri – A female sniper and member of Kaede-san’s team, white-haired with sleepy eyes, wielding a disguised sniper rifle, known for her quick hands and slow speech, often joking in dire situations.
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