Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Not bad, although it's not as high-end as the hotels I stayed in before, it's about the same. This room is mine."

Tomie walked to the bedside in high heels, ran her fingers over the dusty bedposts, surveyed the surroundings, and said matter-of-factly.

Compared to the Japanese-style room below, this Western-style room is more spacious and suits her taste better.

"The two of us will stay in this room, and the two of you will stay downstairs."

The other Tomie then assigned a room.

There were four of them in two rooms. No one would be willing to let two of them sleep on the sofa or in the storage room, so they had to share a room with two people.

"Ha! Why should it belong to you? Is it because you're more shameless and have a bigger face than us?"

Tomie, who was assigned a Japanese-style room, immediately got angry. She glared fiercely at Tomie across from her and shouted back.

"Because I saw it first! What, you have a problem with that?"

"That's outrageous! Do you think you're the only one with eyes?"

……

Tomie and her group once again displayed their traditional talent for infighting, completely ignoring the oppressive atmosphere and potential danger in the room, and continued arguing with each other.

No one noticed that the unusually dark shadow in the corner of the room seemed to twitch.

A pale face emerged from the shadows, its black eyes empty and devoid of any light, staring intently at the four arguing women.

It was a little boy with deathly pale skin. He was completely naked and had no clothes on. He suddenly appeared in the blink of an eye, as quiet as a forgotten doll.

He tilted his head slightly, as if puzzled by the women making such a scene in his own home.

The bedroom temperature slowly dropped, and the air became even more gloomy, but this did not attract the attention of Tomie and the others. They were arguing fiercely and glaring at each other.

The little boy tilted his head, walked barefoot to the middle of them, looked up at the four of them with a blank expression.

Tomie was waving her arms excitedly as she argued, her gaze sweeping over the little boy's head as if she had just spotted a piece of junk or furniture, without lingering for a moment.

The little boy stood quietly among the four arguing Tomies, seemingly ignored as if he were not even there.

His empty eyes blinked, seemingly unable to comprehend this phenomenon.

So he opened his mouth.

His mouth stretched out in an inhuman arc, almost reaching his ears, revealing his dark, gaping mouth.

"Meow—!!!"

The next moment, a piercingly mournful meow burst forth from his throat.

The sound was completely inhuman, possessing an incredibly powerful penetrating force that drowned out all the other arguments, causing Kawakami Tomie's eardrums to ache.

The argument stopped abruptly.

The four Tomies were startled by the sudden noise and immediately lowered their heads, their astonished gazes finally focusing on the naked child who had appeared among them at some unknown time.

However, the shock lasted only a moment, and was soon replaced by intense annoyance and irritation.

"Where did this brat come from! Can't you see we're discussing serious matters?"

Standing at the front, Tomie raised her eyebrows, her right hand forming a knife-like shape, the muscles in her forearm instantly tensing, her fingertips like sharp arrows, slicing through the cold air, piercing the little boy's eyes like lightning.

"Shut up! You ill-mannered brat!"

Almost simultaneously, the other Tomie took a deep breath, her chest expanded, and her right hand, fingers together like a knife, suddenly slashed upwards from her waist, aiming her palm at the little boy's chin, as if she wanted to cut him open from bottom to top.

"Annoying brat, get out of my way!"

The third-place finisher, Tomie, used the Kesa-zaki technique. Her arm, like a real blade, was raised high and swung down with the force of her entire body twisting, the edge of her palm striking the back of the little boy's neck fiercely and mercilessly.

"Get out of here!"

The fourth player, Tomie, launched an even more ruthless attack. Her right arm was like a taut bowstring as she delivered a vicious horizontal slash straight at the little boy's temple. Her palm heel carried a tearing force, aiming to kill him instantly.

Four deadly palm strikes left blurry afterimages in the dim light.

Blinding light, split jaws, broken necks, shattered skulls—attacks launched from different angles almost completely blocked any possibility of the little boy dodging.

The extreme burst of power brought about by the Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique allowed them to move at speeds exceeding their own limits.

That natural yet ruthless killing move perfectly showcased the absurdity of the intruder's overreaching and unreasonable behavior.

"Pfft!" "Snap!" "Thump!" "Crack!"

The dull thuds of the blows rang out almost simultaneously.

In an instant, Tomie and the others clearly felt the tactile sensation of hitting a solid object in their palms and fingertips—a strange, cold, and stiff feeling.

Before the little boy's empty eyes could even register confusion, his small body was torn and slammed by several enormous forces, and he was violently thrown backward.

She had just come from the same place, and now she had fallen back to it. Her small body crashed directly into the shadows in the corner of the room, disappearing silently like a drop of water merging into a lake.

However, although the little devil disappeared, the stuffy air in the room and the increasingly cold chill proved that the little boy who had just appeared was not an illusion.

However, this strange incident did not arouse Tomie Kawakami's vigilance.

Just a ghost? What's the big deal about a little devil?

They've died countless times; if they weren't immortal, they could have formed a Hundred Demons Parade long ago.

"it hurts!"

Tomie Kawakami shook her arms and rubbed her chest, a look of grievance appearing on her face.

"They actually made me hit someone, do such a rough thing, it hurt my hands."

"What nonsense are you talking about? My skin is so delicate, doesn't it hurt when it's touched hard? Honestly, you suddenly popped up and scared me."

"You brat! I almost broke my fingernail!"

……

Tomie and the others started grumbling and complaining, no one cared about Saeki Toshio's sudden appearance; they only cared about their own losses.

However, perhaps because they vented their anger by attacking Saeki Toshio, the tension between Tomie and her group wasn't as high as it used to be.

"How about this, arguing won't get us anywhere. We'll take turns sleeping in the master bedroom, every two days, okay?"

Kawakami Tomie suggested.

The other three looked at each other.

Although I was still unwilling to give up, continuing to argue was really not a solution.

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

The three Tomie members pursed their lips and nodded, which meant they accepted the proposal.

The four of them eventually reached a consensus and tidied up the room together to prepare for their rest that night.