Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"This sword..."

As the swordswoman Tomie raised her short sword to her eyes, she felt an indescribable surge of emotion.

Through the sword, her consciousness began to sink, as if being dragged into a lightless abyss by an invisible hand.

It was not ordinary darkness, but a kind of viscous substance with weight and breath, churning and boiling, as if it contained the chaos before the birth of the universe.

In that chaos, there seemed to be some enormous creature lurking, its amorphous outline collapsing and bulging, tumbling and folding as it writhed, an unidentifiable force swirling wildly, bringing not wind, but a buzzing sound powerful enough to tear apart reason.

Gazing at the amorphous outline, the boundary between life and death seems to blur, and the individual's will is like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be sucked into that eternal darkness at any moment, becoming part of its silent pulse.

In an instant, even the soul of the swordsman Tomie began to be shrouded in an ashen hue.

It's as if all colors are fading away, turning into a nameless speck of dust in the dark background.

In that eternal darkness, her will and soul appeared so small and fleeting.

Like a castle on the beach, no matter how exquisite, it will eventually be flattened by the tide of death and merged into the boundless sea of ​​sand.

A whisper echoed in the ear of the swordsman Tomie, a sound like the groans of countless dead souls in a rotting coffin, or the frenzied prayers of an ancient priest during a sacrificial ritual.

A chill that reached the depths of her soul caused her gaze to gradually become unfocused, and her body involuntarily trembled with fear.

This chill swept through the entire [Tomie Network] without warning.

For a moment, everyone was terrified.

It felt as if my body had been buried in a cold tomb, or my brain had been soaked in cotton wool filled with ice water.

Their bodies stiffened, their thoughts stagnated, and their consciousness was forcibly dragged into that viscous darkness, a terror beyond human reason's comprehension, attempting to drown them in a sea of ​​death.

(Get out of here!)

Almost instinctively, and with absolute resistance, [Tomie Network] unleashed a sharp will!

In the next instant, more than three hundred unruly consciousnesses surged wildly into the brain of the swordsman Tomie along those invisible nerve threads!

Whether righteous or evil, holy or demonic, obsessive madness and inclusive sexual light simultaneously descended upon the body of swordsman Tomie, blasting into the depths of her almost frozen consciousness!

"Well--!"

Swordsman Tomie shuddered, her right arm holding the sword snapped straight, and veins bulged on her forehead.

In his mind, the cold tide of death collided violently with the more than three hundred converging agitations, unleashing a fiercely burning self!

At the heart of this extreme clash and pressure, deep within the unfocused pupils of the swordsman Tomie, a light colder than the tip of a blade and hotter than karmic fire suddenly burst forth.

"cut!"

She didn't wield her sword, but her very presence seemed to transform into a peerless, deadly weapon unsheathed!

Intention is the blade! Willpower is the sharpness!

The blade, forged by willpower, slashed out against the gravitational pull of death!

Clang—!

It was as if an invisible clang of metal was exploding from a higher dimension.

In an instant, the sharp blade cleaved through the viscous chaos, shattered the frenzied whispers, and severed the gaze that was watching.

The thick darkness, like a punctured sore, receded with a putrid stench.

The giant shadow's outline twisted violently, as if letting out a silent roar, before disappearing into the distance of consciousness.

Those frantic whispers vanished instantly, leaving only a sharp ringing in my ears.

The pulsation on the Resurrection Sword gradually subsided, and the sword returned to its cold and lifeless state, as if nothing had ever happened.

Swordsman Tomie was panting heavily, her head covered in cold sweat.

(What's going on? What just happened?)

Everything happened too fast, and ended too quickly. Tomie and the others, who were instinctively resisting, hadn't even realized what had happened.

(The sword of the resurrected, the will of that sword is capturing Tomie.)

Amamiya Rin steadily put down the teacup, and a few drops of milky white tea had somehow spilled onto the table.

(That's easy for you to say. Is it even possible that this broken sword's will is second only to our community?)

(We don't know. We know nothing about this sword, only that it has its own will and allows its wielder to collect and accumulate life force within its body. However, based on our recent encounter, this sword must have originated from some evil god or demon with the power of death and resurrection.)

A hint of seriousness flashed in Amamiya Rin's eyes.

The near-unlimited resurrection of the dead might not seem like much in a short horror comic, but in a real world, even the most famous gods in this country couldn't do it, right?

The being who created that resurrection sword is probably no easier to deal with than the Apologetic Demon.

However, those higher-dimensional beings seem unable to directly interfere with the real world; to influence the real world, they must do so through various mediums.

(Can I use that sword?)

Amamiya Rin dispelled his concerns and asked Kengo Tomie.

If she can't use it, she can only parasitize the Resurrector and control him to use the sword.

It's a bit troublesome, but not a big problem.

(Can.)

Swordswoman Tomie stared at the Resurrection Sword in her hand. Her eyes had changed at some point, taking on a peculiar transparency, a quality she had gained from witnessing death, from witnessing the god of death.

Although the encounter just now was extremely dangerous, after grasping this short sword, she could feel a certain resonance between herself and the blade.

Swordsman Tomie sat cross-legged on the ground, gripping the hilt of his short sword tightly. He closed his eyes and tried to guide the life force of the humans and animals floating on the ground with an almost instinctive power.

In distant cemeteries, mass graves in the countryside, forests outside the city, and even dark corners of the city, countless milky-white orbs of light silently peeled away from the ground and rose into the air.

As if drawn by an invisible hand, orbs of light pierced the night, dragging faint shadows, and converged on the mansion from all directions.

They flew through the treetops, skimmed over the eaves, and crossed the power lines, drawing countless pale trails in the air, like a reversed galaxy, all surging towards the same destination.

At the same time, tens of thousands of people throughout Chiyoda Ward and the surrounding area witnessed this bizarre scene.

"Th-what is that?"

Someone pointed to the sky, their voice filled with surprise and doubt.

"A meteor shower? Wait... why are they all flying in one direction?"

Someone raised their phone and used the camera to capture the light and shadow with their unusually uniform movement.

"White...orbs of light? So many!"

The children stared wide-eyed with curiosity.

"What the hell...?"

The taxi driver slowed down, rolled down the window, and squinted at the sky.

The Metropolitan Police Department's phone lines were overwhelmed with calls within minutes, and people's astonishment spread on social media. The unusual situation caused by the swordsman Tomie's swaggering around the city caused countless people to feel suspicious and uneasy.

"Oh dear, what a loud noise!"

Tomie Moro stood under the eaves of the mansion, looking up at the sky as streaks of light streaked across the night sky and fell toward the mansion.

Inside the mansion, clusters of pearly white or misty lights rose from the ground.

They varied in size, some as bright as beans, others as dim as dust. As if swept up by an invisible wind, countless orbs of light surged toward the swordswoman Tomie, enveloping her body and shrouding her in a white light.

Swordsman Tomie could vaguely sense a warm power steadily flowing into her body, continuous yet not bloated or distended. She seemed to possess the same energy within her own body, but it was far greater than the energy flowing into her body, though she had only just begun to sense it.

Swordsman Tomie tried to manipulate these powers with her mind, but received no response.

The collection of life force was temporarily interrupted. He slowly opened his eyes, and the white halo surrounding him gradually receded into his body.

She could clearly feel that inert yet enormous energy was deposited deep within her body, like a closed pool filled with special fuel.

Swordsman Tomie tried to use his mind to mobilize and shape it, imagining that he could concentrate this life force in his palm or circulate it along the meridians of his arm.

But there was no response.

The force seemed indifferent and sluggish to her attempts to control it, as if it were merely a guest residing within her body.

Swordswoman Tomie frowned, then turned her attention to her throat and lungs, recalling the image of the Soul Reaper spewing out a beam of light. She took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully.

"call--"

The next moment, a white light was released from her lips, crashing into the wall dozens of meters away and exploding into several cracks.

Swordsman Tomie lowered her head and thought for a moment, then raised her short sword again, sensing the guiding power of the Resurrection Sword, and slashed forward with force.

The inscription on the sword glowed white, transforming into a pure white blade of light that detached from the sword and flew forward with a sharp whooshing sound.

"Is this all you can do?"

Swordswoman Tomie's brows furrowed even deeper.

Using brute force, he released a beam of light from his mouth and, guided by the Resurrection Sword, released a blade of light from its blade—these were all techniques used by the Resurrection Master earlier.

It can be described as simple and crude.

However, the swordswoman Tomie was not satisfied with this. How could she be on the same level as that soul restorer?

After a moment's thought, she sat down cross-legged again and placed the short sword horizontally on her lap.

With eyes slightly closed and breathing gradually becoming long and deep, this is meditation.

She tried to use her breath as a guide and a state of meditation as a foundation to tame the enormous life force within her and to find a more precise resonance.

"Feed".

Just then, Tomie Moro's voice broke her reverie.

Swordswoman Tomie opened her eyes with displeasure, only to see Moro Tomie leaning against the broken corridor door, his gaze not on her, but on the night outside the mansion being swallowed by deeper darkness, a playful smile on his lips as if watching a show.

"An uninvited guest is on their way."

Moro Tomie turned around, her gaze meeting that of the swordswoman Tomie, who was clearly annoyed at being interrupted. Unperturbed, she smiled even more broadly.

Swordsman Tomie frowned, but did not ask any further questions, instead focusing his mind on the invisible [Tomie Network].

In the distance, Tomie's view was shared.

In the dim light of night, heavy military vehicles rolled through the silent streets, their headlights piercing the darkness, their target clear: the high-rise apartment where they were.

"They came so fast... no."

Swordsman Tomie withdrew his senses, muttered to himself, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"They didn't arrive quickly. They must have been waiting for a long time, right?"

The preparation time required for so many armored vehicles to be mobilized and appear in the heart of Chiyoda Ward in such a short time must not have been short.

So this isn't a spur-of-the-moment response. If nothing unexpected happens, is this place a trap from the start?

Those so-called gods may have already guessed, or suspected, that they would return to the Kaohsiung City residence—after all, murderers always tend to return to the crime scene.

Therefore, they specifically arranged for armed forces to lie in ambush nearby, ready to pounce like sharks that have smelled blood should any unusual activity occur.

"However, strictly speaking, aren't we the uninvited guests?"

Swordswoman Tomie raised her eyes and casually remarked to the demon Tomie under the corridor, her tone showing little tension.

"No, no, no," Tomie Moro shook her slender fingers, tilted her head, and looked completely at ease. "We are the owners of this place soon, no, right now. So, they are the intruders who broke into our private home."

Swordsman Tomie glanced at her but did not refute this robber's logic.

"Should we run away? Or...?"

Tomie Moro drew out her words, waiting with great interest for what would follow.

Should I avoid his sharp edge?

Swordsman Tomie sneered, his voice filled with chilling sarcasm.

After saying this, she ignored the approaching threats from the outside world, closed her eyes again, and resumed her deep breathing rhythm, forcibly pulling her mind back to meditation.

"Are you planning a direct confrontation? That's serious."

Moro Tomie clapped her hands, as if applauding the swordsman Tomie.

She could see through the swordsman Tomie's intentions; she simply wanted to use the pressure from those armed forces to control the life force within her body.

However, this idiot who has already smashed his head into a sword, didn't he ever think that with so many powerful people and resurrected masters here, even if the police or soldiers came, they wouldn't dare to use heavy weapons?

Meanwhile, Amamiya Rin also had to take action.

He sat across from the television station building, watching the cars arriving one after another through the glass window.

A black van was parked at the main entrance of the building.

The car door opened, and two women got out.

A-gei and red beans.

Just like the TV programs that Amamiya Rin had watched, those two women with exaggerated smiles and brightly colored clothes were them!

The two were quickly ushered into the building by staff.

Amamiya Rin immediately issued the command in [Tomie Network].

(The target has been confirmed to have entered the TV station. Now, send them a text message.)

(Understood~)

Tomie, who lives in an apartment in Ikebukuro, responded calmly.

She picked up her phone and typed out a text message.

The message was brief and direct.

I know you release your spirits to tickle the audience, using this clownish method to make them laugh. I also know that a family with clairvoyant abilities was silenced by you; I have solid evidence. If you don't want to become a pariah, come immediately (address: XXX, XX-cho, Nerima-ku). Don't try anything funny.

A text message was sent.

Tomie deftly removed the phone battery, so that she wouldn't have to worry about any creatures finding her by following the signal.