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Chapter 467 How Boys Speak Like Ninja Assassins
At the third quarter of the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), when all plants and trees are asleep.

The peaceful and tranquil residents of Gion City were suddenly disturbed by the loud announcement. They opened their windows and peered out, frowning and whispering among themselves, completely bewildered. It was quite a commotion.

Quack, quack, quack!

Thump! Thump! Thump th ...

The motorcycle spewed black smoke from its exhaust muffler, its rear wheel burning asphalt. The illegally modified motorcycle accelerated to its maximum speed, drifting illegally down the wide street as it headed towards Kyoto Airport.

The motorcycle's rearview mirror didn't show any sign of the pursuing police convoy. Streetlights, neon signs, road signs, and things flashed overhead like a gust of wind. Thanks to Jagi's [genius-level] motorcycle driving skills, no one could catch up with them.

Ninja?
For some reason, Kyoto seemed unusually empty; not even a single ninja came out to stop them.

"Lord's true form? Why are you asking that?"

Perhaps because he had just killed a group of yakuza clones, Xiao Ji suddenly felt a strange curiosity about the leader of "Sin and Punishment Film Industry," which secretly ruled Kyoto.

"Nu nu nu—"

Jagi shook his head while letting out a strange laugh.

"Lord has already appeared, and anyone can be one. The answer is obvious: Lord is Buddha. Oh... Buddha didn't close his eyes but instead put on a curtain."

"..."

"People in Kyoto are the most interested in the mysterious, aren't they? If I were to reveal it to you directly, it would lack mystery."

The girl remained silent, the red spider lilies on her blouse fluttering in the night and the sound of the wind, her emotions rising and falling like turbulent waves.

"If you look too far into the darkness at the bottom of the well, you'll fall in"—at this moment, she couldn't help but recall the maxim of the Heian period swordsman and philosopher, Miyamoto Masaharu.

It roughly means, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

If an ordinary citizen or reporter gets too close to the secrets of the ninja organization out of curiosity, it will definitely bring disaster upon them. As an ordinary high school girl, it's best for her curiosity to stop there...

"Alright, as compensation, I'll tell you something else—"

For the ordinary girl who is unaware of the truth but still chooses to act with him, what she needs to understand is no longer Kyoto, but rather the new capital of Japan, Shin-Saitama, and the stage where her heavy destiny begins.

Namo Samantabhadra! Buddha!

Even in this merciless, degenerate world, there is a protagonist who truly deserves the title—

The Magical Widow in New Saitama, the Grim Reaper born from the Red and Black, and the Hellhound =San, the Bane of the Clubhouse =San, the Grim Reaper of New Saitama =San, the Coat-wearing, Hood-wearing Man =San, the Karate Foul Monster, and the ordinary office worker who shouts "Oooooooo! Ninja! Kill without mercy!" every day and sheds blood and tears for the innocent—

Kenji Fujikido.

On Christmas Day, Kenji Fujikido's wife and children would gather with him to eat tempura. Then, they died, injured by ninja techniques and killed by ninja seconds.

Why?
Because of their bad luck? Because of the cruelty of the cursed sword controlling the destined ones? Because of the infighting between ninja organizations? Because of the ruthlessness of the underworld? Because of the prophecy obtained from the two skeletons?
—Because ninjas can kill mortals without any reason, right?

Ninjas. Unlike ninjas in general worldviews, ninjas in this world are no longer a profession, but a completely new kind of creature wearing human skin, like legendary fictional beings such as "dragons," "demigods," and "vampires." If we were to draw an analogy, they would be the "Flame Haze" of this world.

Every ninja possesses superhuman physical abilities.

Examples include the strength to break an armored vehicle or building with bare hands, the mobility to easily dodge a machine gun, and hearing and dynamic vision several to dozens of times that of an ordinary person.

These are just the basic physical abilities of a ninja. Advanced ninjas can even shoot down "Oniwa" airships and "helicopters" with shuriken, and perform "karate" at a speed of 110 kilometers per hour on highways. There are also those who are far beyond these literal figures.

However, please note that ninjas themselves were not the creators of civilization, but rather those who controlled, used, and destroyed it.

Like the Centipede Ninja who bathes in the blood of virgins, the Set Ninja who throws mortals into magma to extract mechanical cores, and the Blade Ninja who can slaughter a city in a very short time…

Because of their power, they are arrogant.

Because of arrogance, sadness is created at will.

For arrogant beings like ninjas who completely transcend mortality and look down on mortals, killing ten out of ten might be a mistake, but killing nine out of ten is just right.

—Ninja, ninja koraku-shi!

Kenji Fujikido, an ordinary office worker, will die tomorrow night, buried forever with his wife and children on Christmas Eve 2032... Then, the black flames of hatred will transform into the calamity of the "Ninja Slayer," and the Grim Reaper from hell will kill ninjas without reason. This is karma.

As a friend, there is no one more trustworthy than Fujikido; he possesses a noble soul worthy of being enshrined in the Golden Pavilion.

If you want to change the world, defeat those damned evil ninja groups, and fight against the dark corporations, then you should recruit "Ninja Assassin" as a teammate and comrade-in-arms. He will never let those who believe in him down.

If it were Fujikido, he would awaken his divine power the moment he was exposed to the light...

Ninjas are very powerful.

The ninja assassin is very powerful.

But now Jagi believes that his Hokuto Shinken is invincible, so he doesn't need "Ninja Slayer" to win! He doesn't need to accumulate "Anger" and "Sorrow" momentum bars; he can defeat all opponents with "Hokuto Karate"!
"You know what I mean, Xiao Ji = Sang..."

As if suddenly possessed by something, Jagi solemnly declared, as if imparting a profound truth about the world, "There are many things in this world that are difficult to accomplish by one person alone. Partners are certainly important... but if I can't even change the tragedy that befell one person, how can I change the world!"

A cold wind swept across the deserted wilderness, and the girl nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The man from the North Star laughed loudly, his magnificent clothes radiating brilliant starlight. He stepped on the gas pedal twice more, and the Harley-Davidson motorcycle he was on roared even more fiercely, leaving the sleepless city of Kagome behind him as he sped along the deserted highway.

"Mwahahahaha, mwahahahahaha!"

—At the end of the century, a sudden burst of speed! *Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!*

The wind can travel a thousand miles at night, but it can also take a life in an instant. Uncle Fujikido, now is the time for me to save you!

(End of this chapter)