Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Is there?"

Amamiya Rin carefully recalled the past, then shook her head.

"That's not true. I only found out about the two times I encountered vampires and Kayako after the fact. If I had known beforehand that I was going to run into vampires and Kayako, I would never have gotten involved in any trouble."

Facing Tomie's eyes, which were filled with doubt, anger, and grievance, Amamiya Rin held her head with his left hand, patted his chest with his right hand, and said with great conviction.

"real?"

Tomie asked suspiciously.

"It's true!"

Amamiya Rin met Tomie's gaze with sincere eyes. His earnest and focused gaze gradually dispelled the suspicion in Tomie's eyes.

"That's true, you may be a little slow, but you're not really an idiot."

Although Tomie agreed with Amamiya Rin's explanation, she still couldn't hold back her words.

Her gaze swept over her body; flesh had begun to grow back from the severed neck, and in at most an hour, a new head would grow.

The thought of this made Tomie's expression even more displeased.

Amamiya Rin didn't bother arguing with Tomie. He weighed the head in his hand, which was still clenching its teeth, and glanced at the corpse next to him that had gotten up and was swaying like a headless fly. He simply took action, wrapped her long black hair around his neck, and tied a knot.

Before long, Tomie's head, like an overly realistic human head model, hovered in front of Amamiya Rin's chest.

Then, Amamiya Rin supported Tomie's headless body and slowly walked back.

The door to the Kawabe family's house was ajar, with a crack left between the door and the door.

Amamiya Rin used her shoulder to push open the door and laboriously moved into the room.

In the living room, Maya Kawabe sat on the sofa, holding a cup of barley tea that had long since gone cold in both hands. Her eyes were vacant, and a layer of melancholy lingered between her brows.

"Amamiya-kun...?"

Hearing the noise, Kawabe Maya subconsciously turned her head.

Her gaze first fell on Amamiya Rin, and then naturally slid to the one next to him... um?

Her gaze lingered on Amamiya Rin's side—there seemed to be a woman with a beautiful figure standing there, but... where was her head?

Kawabe Maya blinked, her gaze fixed on Amamiya Rin's chest. Her beautiful face and lively eyes looked at her with an arrogant expression.

"Oh right, the head is here...!!! Why is the head here?"

Maya Kawabe muttered to herself in a daze, but her pupils dilated violently halfway through her sentence.

She thought she was exhausted from her sister's situation, and that the late hour made her vision blurry, causing her to see double or it was just an illusion. She rubbed her dry eyes hard and looked again.

The scene remained unchanged.

It's not a double image, it's not an illusion.

There was indeed a headless female body standing next to Amamiya Rin, and a living human head was indeed hanging on his chest.

That long, jet-black hair was wrapped around Amamiya Rin's neck.

Even after experiencing something as illogical as skinning and flesh swapping, the incredibly shocking scene before her eyes still left Kawabe Maya's mind blank for a second.

She gasped, jerked backward, and bumped into the back of the sofa. The teacup in her hand nearly slipped from her grasp, spilling tea and wetting her clothes.

"This...this is...?"

Kawabe Maya's voice trembled slightly as her gaze shifted between Amamiya Rin, the headless body, and the human head, completely unable to comprehend the situation before her.

Even if she wanted to simply understand it as Amamiya Rin killing and dismembering people outside, the head missing from the body and the body missing from the head were like chickens that could still flap their wings a few times after being beheaded, each exuding an indescribable vitality.

"She's my friend. She was beheaded by the enemy when she came to help. I plan to leave her here to rest for a while, and then I'll go out and look for Mrs. Kawabe."

Amamiya Rin replied.

Kawabe Maya was stunned again, staring blankly at Amamiya Rin.

What kind of answer is that?

It seems like you've said everything, but in reality you've said nothing at all. Shouldn't you explain it in detail?

Amamiya Rin felt it was unnecessary.

Kawabe Maya has even peeled off her own skin. She can live normally without skin, which seems to be no different from living with her head and body separated.

Therefore, Kawabe Maya certainly wouldn't be surprised by Tomie's situation, so he naturally wouldn't need to explain.

Leaving behind Tomie Kawakami's head and body, Rin Amamiya turned and left, first finding the sword pouch and the two canes abandoned in the corner.

Then, based on the anomalies he had noticed while tracking the Slit-Mouthed Woman, he wandered into a nearby alley.

At the end of the alley, in the thick shadows, Amamiya Rin saw a patch of blood by the moonlight.

He strode forward and saw a headless, skinless corpse wearing an overcoat with the front open. What was exposed to Amamiya Rin was red muscle, without even a trace of fat.

"...Was it the work of the Slit-Mouthed Woman?"

Amamiya Rin squatted down and examined it.

Apart from the fatal wound on the neck, there were no other obvious wounds on the body, and the clean cut on the neck was clearly made by the scissors of the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

"Really...why bother?"

Amamiya Rin sighed softly.

He never imagined that the flesh-colored monster would end up in such a miserable state.

However... for Kawabe Maya and Kawabe Riki, Mrs. Kawabe's death may not have been the best ending, but it wasn't the worst either.

The living room of the Kawabe family home.

Kawabe Maya stood awkwardly in front of the sofa, looking at the Tomie-style head that Amamiya Rin had placed on the coffee table.

"Hey, you."

Tomie glanced at Kawabe Maya with her beautiful eyes and gave orders as if it were her right.

"Help me to the sofa, then go get some decent snacks and tea. What's the point of standing here in a daze? Don't you have any manners?"

"Oh, yes, I'm so sorry!"

Kawabe Maya seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly responded, picked up Tomie-no-Machi from the coffee table and carried her to the sofa, then hurriedly went to the kitchen, took out a plate of dorayaki, brewed a pot of ordinary roasted tea, and brought it to the living room, placing it on the coffee table.

"Please use it."

Tomie's critical gaze swept over the dorayaki and teacup, her beautiful eyebrows immediately furrowing, and her face revealing undisguised disgust.

"Huh? This is it? You think you can serve me this kind of convenience store garbage? Are you looking down on me? I came here to help! I got my head chopped off because I came to help you! You actually serve me this kind of garbage, you shameless ugly woman!"

Tomie's voice became shrill and extremely aggressive.

"I want Toraya's premium yokan! And the tea has to be at least Gyokuro! Hurry up!"

Kawabe Maya's cheeks burned from Tomie's incredibly harsh words, and she stood there helplessly, embarrassed and embarrassed.