The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 882: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (23)

However, the gap in strength is not so easy to bridge, especially when Mr. Sato, who was thought to be a strong support, stands idly by.

Not long after the battle resumed, Inuyama Heita began to feel regretful. Although they both had the power to control despair, Chizuru Hayafune was much stronger than him, both in terms of attack power and the ability to withstand damage.

However, there was no way out now. What Inuyama Heita said before was not entirely true. He did not want to die here either. The problem was...

——This guy Mr. Sato has no intention of letting him go!!!
Therefore, Inuyama Heita can only make harsh words to Hayafune Chizuru. Is he going to make it clear that Mr. Sato is not under his control at all?
At this time, Inuyama Heita glanced in the direction of Mr. Sato and quickly thought of a countermeasure: "I can't defeat Ichi in a head-on confrontation. I must drag Sato into the water. Only in this way can I have a chance to escape or even win! Otherwise, I can only delay as much as possible and wait for Brother Oto to win."

"Inuyama clan! On the left, no... on the right! Behind! No, there are all of them, be careful!"

Just when Inuyama Heita was still fighting desperately, Hayafune Chizuru finally showed why she was called a "monster" by the exorcists. She appeared in all directions around Inuyama Heita at the same time and launched an attack.

Inuyama Heita's body was instantly pierced by more than a dozen sharp arms, causing him to feel excruciating pain: "Ahhhh!"

As the rustling sound like the noise of snowflakes was heard, those Hayafune Chizuru disappeared, leaving only the real body with her hand piercing Inuyama Heita's body from the front. The situation returned to the beginning, and the strength of both sides was not at the same level at all.

Inuyama Heita was a little annoyed at this time: "Damn... I'm afraid that even if Brother Otoko in normal state comes, he won't be able to defeat her easily, right?"

Chizuru Hayafune looked at Inuyama Heita calmly and asked, "Kyuujiu, do you think you can bear this despair?"

Inuyama Heita didn't want to show his cowardice in front of her, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I think I can do it, so I am standing in front of you. First, don't help your father and Baigui anymore! They are all liars. Please believe me, your current thoughts are all caused by those negative emotions. As long as the despair in your body is cleared, you will feel the beauty of life. You are sick and need help..."

"Stop saying those high-sounding, beautiful words! I don't need you to make decisions for me." Chizuru Hayafune interrupted him, her tone filled with anger: "Ninety-nine, since you said before that you wanted me to return your despair to you, then fine, I will return them to you, and I hope you can really hold on."

Black lines of despair burst out from Chizuru Hayafune's body. The power used by the two of them came from the same source, and neither could really hurt the other, so now it depended on which side could hold on in the ensuing stalemate.

"I will! One!" Inuyama Heita was still stubborn: "Just come at me, I will absorb all the despair in you!"

After all, he has no choice now and can only say some nice words to boost his morale.

Negative emotions are constantly invading Inuyama Heita's spiritual world and impacting his consciousness. Nihilism, absurdity, self-destruction... these emotions are constantly affecting him. Once he relaxes a little, his cognition may be changed, just like a crack appearing on a dam. This crack will continue to expand and eventually destroy the entire dam and submerge everything.

"What a joke!" Inuyama Heita shouted, "One! Don't underestimate me. I'm no longer the helpless kid I was back then! Is this the extent of your despair?"

He provoked the other party, trying to use words to make Hayafune Chizuru reveal the slightest flaw.

And what he said was not completely bluffing. Although he had only been in the industry for more than a year, he had experienced several tests arranged by Qian Xiaoyi during this year. Although he was very uncomfortable at the moment, he could still maintain his cognition with his experience and willpower.

However, Inuyama Heita's words did not make Chizuru Hayafune open her eyes. Instead, she took them seriously. "Is that so? Maybe you can really bear my despair... That would be great. Then, I won't hold back any more." Chizuru Hayafune turned into a mess and swallowed Inuyama Heita. The sharp power of despair pierced Inuyama Heita's body like thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

At this moment, a huge amount of negative emotions erupted in Inuyama Heita's body, instantly breaking down his psychological defenses.

"..." When the pain reached its limit, Inuyama Heita could no longer scream. He just opened his mouth and stared upwards with wide eyes, but he could see nothing. His brain was blank and he lost all ability to think. Only the despair in his memory continued to be magnified and then surged towards him.

When he came to his senses, he woke up from his bed in the dormitory and saw dozens of children sleeping around him. He realized that he had returned to that nightmarish period, the source of his despair.

It all felt so real. Inuyama Heita stretched out his hands and could barely see his own tender palms in the darkness. They looked so weak and fragile.

"No, don't forget, this is all fake!" Inuyama Heita held his head, trying to maintain his memory: "I have grown up, I am not a child anymore, I met Brother O and the others, I defeated many powerful enemies with them! I am no longer weak, all this can't defeat me!"

"Hey! Jiujiu! What are you daydreaming about!" The surroundings suddenly brightened up, and everyone in the classroom was looking at him. Teacher Gao Sixian stood on the podium with a stern look on his face: "Your grades have been very unsatisfactory recently. Do you want to be punished by the coach again?"

No one spoke for him, and all his classmates stared at him with mocking, gloating, and indifference.

"No, no, I will study hard, don't hand me over to the coach!" Subconsciously, Inuyama Heita said these words in a pleading tone.

Then, he held his head and shouted, "No! This is all fake, I'm not a child, I'm not! I have the power to defeat you, you are finished!"

He stretched out his hand, attempting to use the power he had gained through training, but he failed and nothing appeared.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Ninety-nine?" Gao De Xian adjusted his glasses and sighed, "Even I can't teach a scumbag like you... But who can blame me for being kind? Come on, I will arrange a 'special course' for you to make up for your mistakes. You must thank me, poor student."

The strange smiles on the faces of those bald guards appeared in Inuyama Heita's mind, and he remembered it! He remembered it completely! If he had not been rescued by Chizuru Hayafune, he would probably have become one of those guards in that [special course]!
"No! Save me! I don't want to become like that!" Despair finally completely changed Inuyama Heita's cognition. The nightmare from the depths of his memory swallowed him up. He could no longer remember the real world. Here, he was the desperate, crying little ghost.

Maybe, he always has been.

——He failed. He was not as strong as he thought. Endless darkness began to engulf his spirit.

"Hehehe~ Inuyama, as expected, you are no match for me~ Well, let me save you!"

A familiar voice with a hint of vulgarity sounded and reached the ears of the little kid who was huddled in the corner, hugging his knees and sobbing.

(End of this chapter)