Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"stop."

Amamiya Rin relaxed in time, allowing Tomie's body to resume normal breathing.

Soon after, Tomie Kawakami's body returned to normal, without leaving any trace of injury.

Amamiya Rin recorded the sensations that came with each breath.

The location of the spasms, the degree of dizziness, the pattern of visual field changes, the frequency of heart palpitations—all the discomfort was crystal clear under observation.

A moment later, Amamiya Rin began a new round of testing.

Time and again, through the realm of contemplation, she captured the subtle changes in her body and mind. Relying on Tomie Kawakami's immortality, she made the most radical attempts and gradually modified them, trying to merge the two.

This is something only Amamiya Rin and Kawakami Tomie could accomplish.

Amamiya Rin's meditative state ensured that he could remember the most subtle changes and remain conscious, while Kawakami Tomie's immortality guaranteed the self-healing of his injuries and the continuity of his attempts.

From 8 a.m. to 12 p.m., a total of four hours, Amamiya Rin made dozens of attempts, trying out various breathing methods and rhythm changes, memorizing the sensations of each time with her body, before gradually exiting the meditative state.

At the same time, Tomie suddenly sat up in bed.

She clutched her chest tightly with both hands, gasping for breath, as if she had just woken from a nightmare of drowning. Her lungs still felt a tearing, burning pain, her throat was dry and hoarse, and there were still lingering spots in her vision.

(It hurts so much! You bastard, Amamiya Rin!)

Her resentment pierced sharply into [Tomie Network].

However, this time, the response she received was no longer gloating agreement.

(I...I'm also feeling a bit out of breath...)

(My chest feels so tight...)

(I've forgotten how to breathe...)

……

A jumble of thoughts spread through [Tomie Network].

The lingering effects of disordered breathing, insufficient oxygen supply, and the pressure on the brain and internal organs were transmitted from Tomie, number 25.

Although not as intense as that of Tomie Kawakami herself, the discomfort disrupted the breathing rhythm of every Tomie.

Amamiya Rin remained calm as she received feedback from Kawakami Tomie.

(I agreed!)

On the 25th, Tomie Kawakami's sharp voice rang out on [Tomie Network].

(I'll be staying in the haunted house in Nerima Ward; you can find someone else to train with!)

Amamiya Rin really pushed her to the limit, giving her a radical training experience that she absolutely didn't want to go through again.

(You're so unambitious! I wanted to mold you into a unique Yagyu Tomie!)

Amamiya Rin feigned disappointment.

In reality...

Why did he bother with Tomie Kawakami? Why didn't he force Tomie Kawakami to stay in the haunted house?

That's exactly why!

Tomie Kawakami possesses the talent of a D-rank member, so naturally, she should make the most of it.

(Wait a minute! You have to see things through to the end. Leave Kayako to me!)

(Hey, what a coincidence! I was just thinking of moving to a new place to relax. This old, run-down house actually has a certain charm.)

(Oh dear, are you sure you can handle this? Isn't it very dangerous there? Maybe I should go instead.)

……

Having experienced what Tomie Kawakami went through, the Tomies immediately started vying for the right to stay in Ju-on.

Amamiya Rin made no attempt to conceal her thoughts; everyone could guess how ruthless Amamiya Rin's next training would be in order to get them to willingly die.

(Don't rush, take your time. Everyone, find a place to rest first. I'm going to sleep in half an hour. You'll have plenty of time to negotiate in the long dream world.)

Yu Gonglin closed his eyes to rest, speaking calmly and patiently.

Upon hearing this, Tomie and the others sprang into action, each returning to their bedrooms.

Half an hour later, in a ward at the Dongdu General Hospital, Amamiya Rin's consciousness gradually became blurred, sinking into an incredibly long dream world.

-

Consciousness gradually becomes clearer from a vague state.

The first thing you feel is the slightly damp ground beneath your feet. The air is filled with the unique crispness of a mountain morning, mixed with the fragrance of soil and grass, and you can hear the clear chirping of birds and the distant sound of a sword cutting through the air.

Amamiya Rin opened her eyes.

He found himself in an ancient mountain temple.

Surrounded by lush greenery, with distant mountains layered upon each other and a thin mist swirling among the trees.

The temple was built of logs, with old copper bells hanging from the eaves, which made a clear and pleasant sound in the wind.

In the open space of the dojo, a figure was practicing swordsmanship.

The man wore a brown kimono with a simple yet powerful yagyu hat on his chest. His white hair was neatly combed, his face was resolute, his forehead was broad, and his eyes held a calmness honed by the years. His gaze was like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath, flashing with a chilling light.

He held a wooden sword, his movements seemingly slow, yet every slash, thrust, cut, and parry carried immense force, precise and efficient, without the slightest waste. His breathing was long and deep, perfectly synchronized with his movements, as if he had become one with the surrounding mountain forest.

Yagyu Tajima no Kami Munenori, the teacher generated from Amamiya Rin's subconscious and memories of Yagyu Shinkage-ryu, is based on the swordsman Heroic Spirit of Type-Moon.

Yagyu Munenori stood still, his wooden sword hanging naturally at his side. He turned around and looked at Amamiya Rin with an indifferent gaze. Without any pleasantries, he spoke directly: "No need for words. Take your sword and learn the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu sword technique through actual combat."

Amamiya Rin didn't say much. He took a wooden sword from the sword rack next to him. Its weight, length, and feel were exactly the same as the wooden sword in the real world.

He adjusted his breathing, naturally adopting a middle stance, his gaze fixed on Yagyu Munenori through the wooden sword.

The sounds of the mountains and forests gradually faded away. Amamiya Rin's senses were highly focused, and time seemed to slow down, leaving only Yagyu Munenori, himself, and the distance between them.

Yagyu Munenori did not attack immediately.

He also adopted a mid-stance posture, his body as steady as a mountain, containing immeasurable pressure.

"Attack!"

Before Yagyu Munenori could finish speaking, Amamiya Rin had already charged forward. He stepped forward with his left foot, lowered his center of gravity, gripped his sword with both hands, and drew a sharp arc, slashing diagonally from the upper right to the lower left—cutting in two with a single stroke!

The blade aimed straight for Yagyu Munenori's left shoulder, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Yagyu Munenori's eyes flickered slightly. Just as the wooden sword was about to strike him, he spun to the right and stepped forward with his left foot, allowing the sharp blade to graz his kimono and miss its mark.

Amamiya Rin's attack missed, and his body leaned slightly forward due to inertia, leaving his left side wide open. Yagyu Munenori had not yet exhausted his moves. While dodging to the side, he swung his wooden sword upwards, the tip of the blade slicing towards Amamiya Rin's left side.

Amamiya Rin pressed down on his wooden sword in an attempt to block, but the two swords collided, and his arm trembled violently, disrupting his blocking motion.

However, this brief delay is enough.

The moment Amamiya Rin successfully parried, Yagyu Mune stepped forward as if by shadow, his wrist flicking, the wooden sword drawing a strange semi-circle in the air, bypassing Amamiya Rin's hastily formed defense, and with the agility of a swift, he pointed the tip of the sword at his Adam's apple!