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Chapter 476 Love, Hate, and Killing

"DOMO, Yamoto Kouki=SAN, the rude DESU"

Greetings are an absolute rule; once you are greeted, you must respond. This is also written in the Kojiki (Records of Ancient Matters).

"Strange, a flat-chested brat like you isn't planning to run away, but instead wants to rebel against me?"

The rude man looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared in front of him in a prank with surprise. She looked to be in high school, and it was strange that she was still here at this time of day... She was strange from beginning to end.

His tone and words were perfectly suited to his name, because... his ninja soul sensed that this girl wasn't a ninja at all, but just an arrogant mortal brat.

How rude of you! Flat-chested women are a rare resource!
He chuckled. "If we weren't in such a hurry, I'd love to torture you slowly until you were completely desperate before killing you, all for the sake of a proper ceremony."

The ninjas have actually appeared; this is the worst-case scenario.

With a slight lowering of her body, Xiao Ji adopted a simple yet powerful defensive stance. Her eyes were fixed on the rude person, her heart was pounding, her muscles were tensing rapidly, and her blood was flowing faster in her veins. Stimulated by the life fibers, she possessed power surpassing that of a gangster clone.

"Excuse me... are you Mr. Fujikido?"

Without turning around, the girl asked the middle-aged man with tuna eyes behind her, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

“Aieeee…”

Fujikito Kenji's wife, Fuyuko, and his son, Tochigi, who loved ninjas the most, both fainted from the shock of seeing real ninjas up close, exceeding their mental limits. Only he managed to retain some semblance of reason, but his words were incoherent... His mental fortitude was excessive for a mortal...

The rude man pounded his two Dagger Knife weapons in frustration and threatened, "I'll kill you all!" He grinned menacingly as he approached.

Ninjas can kill people as easily as killing insects, they are convinced that they are absolutely strong, and they are extremely proud. They do not believe that they can lose to ordinary people.

Ninjas are terrifying!
Xiao Ji couldn't help but have the idea of ​​retreating.

She is able to stand in front of the ninja now because the effects of "Secret Orifice Stabilization" have not yet worn off. However, while the physical fear has been suppressed, the psychological fear remains unresolved.

Ultimately, Kenji Fujikido had no relation to Koki Yamoto, and his family had no connection to her whatsoever.

Is she really going to fight a terrifying ninja for a complete stranger? Does she have that kind of power? Is she prepared for that?

--No.

The thought that other people's fates... even the fate of the world, were in her hands truly terrified her.

However, it was precisely because of this situation that she understood with overwhelming clarity that if she ran away now, her entire family would surely die.

She didn't come all the way from Kyoto to Shin-Saitama specifically for this kind of thing to happen, and she didn't decide to say goodbye to the past just to have this kind of thing happen.

Koki Yamoto is not the kind of girl who would stand idly by and watch others get hurt. The girl adopted an even more resolute stance.

"Just a ninja, let's get this..."

She felt ashamed of her retreat. She had seen men a hundred or a thousand times more powerful than this lowly ninja in front of her, and Jagi-san was facing a much more dangerous situation than this. She couldn't hold him back.

She encouraged herself, trying to dispel the distracting thoughts in her mind. She forced herself to stop thinking about those pointless questions, suppressing her unease, and her slender body tensed up.

"...Wake up!"

The two knife blades were rubbed together in the hands of the rude man, forming a cross shape, sparks flying everywhere.

"Eeya—!"

Wow, that's fast! Without a ninja's dynamic vision, you couldn't see it at all!

Without warning, the arm rose up, and in a very short instant, the ninja wearing the monkey-head mask appeared above the two of them, showing no intention of going easy on them just because they were women!

If it were just a day ago, Xiao Ji might have been cut in two without even having time to react to this strike, but now...

As the rude man's knife slashed down, the gleaming blade drew ever closer, maliciously aiming at the girl's fair cheek. Just as he was about to peel her skin off, time seemed to slow down.

"Yeaaaaart——!"

With all her might, fine mist of blood suddenly spewed from every pore. With the blessing of the Life Dimension, the girl's slender body erupted with tremendous power. After gathering together, it was accompanied by her fair fist striking out of the air, even stirring up the wind and causing the air to explode slightly.

"Xiao Ji is so strong and amazing! Xiao Ji is so strong and amazing! Xiao Ji is so strong and amazing!"

Just as this thought crossed Fujikido's mind, and the girl's fist was about to strike his cheek, the seemingly unavoidable punch suddenly lost its target.

"Just a mortal..."

"Namo San!" The rude man let out a disgusting laugh, simply turning his head as a straight fist grazed his body, easily dodging it—that was the agility of a ninja.

Insufficient combat experience! His intentions were completely seen through at a glance! His lack of karate prowess and his chest were decisively lacking!

Ordinary people cannot possibly fight against ninjas...

According to unreliable sources, only the legendary Lord of Punishment defeated a ninja with his superb karate skills during his time as a mortal.

For a high school girl, simply possessing strong arm strength is absolutely not enough to defeat an active ninja.

She had not received long-term training or cultivation, nor did she understand the rules of combat. She did her best, but only slightly delayed her death.

What a blunder!
One inch! The rude man's blade closed another inch, and he swung his twin blades.

"Eek!" A slash landed on the left. "Eek!" A slash landed on the right. "Eek!" A slash landed on the left. "Eek!" A slash landed on the right.

The steel-grade protective clothing was severely damaged in the blink of an eye, torn to shreds by the twin blades, and blood gushed from the wounds, completely putting Xiao Ji under the enemy's control.

"Still struggling, you brat!"

The ninja's judgment told the rude person that this slightly strange girl had already stepped one foot into the Sanzu River.

Xiao Ji's fair face was covered in bloodstains, and her body was covered in shocking wounds, but she still stubbornly supported herself and did not fall down, staring defiantly at the ninja in front of her.

She said nothing. Behind her, an extremely terrifying and powerful phantom appeared faintly, with seven bright golden stars hanging in the void, and an aura as boundless and distant as the heavens pressing down.

The rude man shivered under that gaze, a chilling coldness spreading from his back as if death were descending from the sky, making his hunched body appear even smaller.

"This feeling is awful... I'll kill you!"

Deciding to end this game that had dragged on for too long, he threw a sharp knife from his hand. With three times the strength of an ordinary person, the air made a sharp sound and a whirlwind like a knife was stirred up. The balance of the battle collapsed from the very beginning.

"—No power shall be allowed to obstruct the destiny of those who are destined."

The ninja, obsessed with killing, let out a strange laugh, as if he could already see the moment the knife pierced the girl's body. Buddha, are you really still blind?!
"Eeya—!"

Heaving heavily, a towering figure leaped out from behind the girl with a scream, lunging at the ninja as if committing suicide. His eyes were filled with terror. His resolve was unwavering.

The Buddha did not open his eyes, but a father did.

"—Such nunchucks are not allowed to exist."

The man was waving his son's toy nunchucks.

As the protected one. As an ordinary mortal. Kenji Fujikido had no strength to fight, and his nunchucks shattered instantly.

As a father. As a man. As an ordinary person trampled upon by ninjas for no reason. Kenji Fujikido has his own thoughts.

"—That kind of mortal is not allowed."

The fire in the man's heart ignited. Protected by the small figure of the girl, he couldn't help but want to cry. His anger grew stronger, and his body moved on its own.

Why isn't the Silver Pavilion in the sky?

For mortals are indeed on earth.

brush--!
Was it a putrid destiny? A predetermined mission? Or perhaps, it was due to some unavoidable fate, as complex and unfathomable as a tapestry woven from chance and necessity? In that instant, his fate took a turn onto its predetermined trajectory, never to be altered again.

The knife thrown by the ninja flew straight like a blood arrow, piercing through a father. The mortal who resisted the ninja fell into a pool of blood, staining the ground crimson.

2032.12.24 1:45am
Kenji Fujikido has been confirmed dead.
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Mortal…a mortal…the one destined.

why?
Why did fate arrange such a cruel ending for mortal?
Why hasn't the man who should have been here long ago shown up yet?

—If everyone is a prisoner of fate, then at least that person isn't. He could have easily changed Fujikido's fate with a single blow, so why hasn't he shown up yet? He's already killed all the top-tier ninjas, so why hasn't he come?

It was too sudden; there was no time to react. Lacking the reaction speed of a ninja, Xiao Ji didn't even have time to call for help from the sidelines.

The girl clutched her wounded abdomen, bewildered and too exhausted to think. She watched the foolish man before her, who had stood up to fight the ninja to protect her, gradually losing his breath. Her limbs grew cold and weak, and the aura of death enveloped her.

Now, only one thought remained in her mind—she had made a mistake, a glaring failure despite her best efforts. She had to save him. Save him? How? ...But if he died, there would be no way to save him...

(((destiny!)))
From who knows where, thousands upon thousands of shouts, echoes, screams, roars, and wails, seemingly emanating from a torture chamber, surged into my mind, layer upon layer, echoing and reverberating.

(((It's because of fate, this is the hammer blow of fate!!!)))
Death! Death! Death! GOURANGA… A frantic, agonizing pain shot through the girl’s brain, and suddenly a cherry blossom-colored light appeared in her eyes.

(((Rebel against this fate... We can do anything. How?... Use my power. The power of the Shinobi. Use it. My power. Use it as much as you can. Come on, use it. How to use it?... No need to think. Come on. It's time to say goodbye. From now on, I am who I am. Come on.)))
The slender silhouette of the girl seemed to be emitting a faint cherry blossom light, just like her gaze. Cherry blossoms began to flutter wildly around Yamoto, and a powerful burst of karate power erupted, creating a blinding flash of light that even ninjas could hardly look at.

"Aba aba aba—"

The rude person who had just caused two heinous incidents was frozen in place, all kinetic energy gone, leaving only an immobile body suspended in mid-air. The situation was too extreme for the rude person to bear; he could only stare blankly.

That wasn't excitement, it was fear.

His ninja spirit is filled with fear!

That's right. That's right! He remembered this scene; he had even experienced such a ritual himself, a process that every ninja went through—"Ninja Spirit Possession"!
That was definitely not an ordinary ninja spirit, not a lesser (genin) or a greater (chunin), but a being of a much higher level!

The rude man took two steps back; he had completely forgotten about his mission and was about to retreat.

The trembling of the rude man stopped for a moment, but then began to tremble at an even higher frequency the next second. What did he see?
—Black Flame.

Countless crawling and tearing flesh howled desperately as it burned, and the terrifying, towering fire drew nourishment from the endless sea of ​​blood.

An ominous crimson flame ignited in the pool of blood left by the dead mortal, and an ominous figure rose, possessed by an ancient, evil ninja spirit…

The dead man was engulfed in ferocious black flames. The crimson-black flames twisted, cracked, and distorted, forming an outfit—the form of a ninja!
Blood fibers crept up the man's neck, transforming into a ninja headband, while the overflowing blood formed a scarf-shaped piece of cloth.

Blood turned into steel, forming a mask. The word "Endure" and "Kill" were embossed on the surface of the mask in a terrifying font!
“Aieeeee…”

From the ancient Heian period to the beginning of the end times, as long as mortals harbor resentment towards ninjas, the Naraku ninjas will continue their painful pilgrimage forever...

This is hatred that has been building up for thousands of years, and hatred is the strongest and most difficult emotion to eradicate in this world, so much so that God forbids mankind from experiencing it a second time.

AKA The Ninja Who Beats Up Ninjas.

—The Naraku ninja has arrived.

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The rooftop of the Marunouchi Building.

"Domo, Hokuto Jagi = SAN! I am The Vertigo. A ninja possessed by the Tenchi Ninja who disregards the laws of cause and effect. My clothes are pink. My favorite food is fruit. I've gone mad."

A tall ninja, dressed in a strange silver and pink bodysuit and wearing a bizarre sensual mask, spoke nonsense and slowly bowed to the person in front of him.

Jagi did not return the greeting, but instead threw a punch at him with a displeased expression.

(End of this chapter)