Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Closing the diary, Amamiya Rin put the notebook away and turned to go downstairs.

Takagi was still lying unconscious on the floor in the entryway.

Amamiya Rin grabbed his ankle and dragged him into the bathroom, making him face the faucet.

He turned on the tap, and the cold water stream fell onto Takagi's face.

A moment later, Takagi suddenly woke up, the excruciating pain in his chin contorting his face.

He struggled to sit up, but Amamiya Rin stomped heavily on his chest, causing his back to slam onto the floor.

I have a few questions for you.

Amamiya Rin's wooden sword was stained with a mixture of red and white liquid. He pressed the sharp tip of the sword against Takagi's forehead, letting it be washed by the water.

"While I don't think we should harbor any illusions, is the owner of this villa still alive?"

Amamiya Rin's gaze was icy, and his eyes, looking down at Takagi, were filled with murderous intent.

"A living person..."

Takagi's gaze was clouded, and it took him a while before his eyes focused on Amamiya Rin's face, and his mind cleared up a bit.

After understanding the situation, Takagi revealed a mocking smile.

"Ah, ah, are you here to visit? Please go to the second floor. Besides me, the only other person who can receive guests is the woman on the second floor."

Takagi tilted his chin and spoke maliciously in a muffled tone.

With a flick of his wrist, Amamiya Rin lowered the wooden sword, which slid down Takagi's forehead and landed on Takagi's right eye.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

His eyeball deformed slightly under the pressure of the wooden sword. The strange pressure made Takagi unconsciously hold his breath, while a mixture of blood plasma and brain matter covered his right eye, bringing a sticky and cold touch.

On the other side, Takagi's left eye focused on Amamiya Rin's blood-stained tracksuit and missing left ear, and then noticed the stains on his wooden sword, and he immediately understood everything.

He grinned, his mouth bleeding, and let out a hoarse laugh.

"It seems you've already met them. Isn't it fascinating—ah!"

Before Takagi could finish speaking, Amamiya Rin's knife tip had already pressed down.

The wooden blade pierced the soft tissue of the eyeball, and Takagi's right eye, like a punctured grape, oozed clear liquid mixed with blood from the wound.

Takagi let out a piercing scream, the intense pain causing his body to convulse. His hands clawed at the ground, his nails scraping the tiles with a harsh sound, but his body was unable to move under Amamiya Rin's trampling.

"I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them. Don't ramble on about anything unrelated to the question."

Amamiya Rin's expression grew increasingly cold as he slowly pulled the blade of the wooden sword from Takagi's right eye socket, drawing out a string of blood droplets and shredded tissue.

Takagi's right eye had now become a blurry mass of flesh and blood, deeply sunken into its socket.

"My second question is about alchemy. Where did you get it from? Give me the address."

Takagi's body trembled violently from the intense pain, and he gasped for breath, clearly unable to find the words to answer Amamiya Rin's question immediately.

Amamiya Rin frowned, raised her foot, and stomped hard on Takagi's ribs with the sole of her shoe.

"Ugh—!"

With his bones compressed, Takagi screamed and curled up, but his attention seemed to have shifted from his eyes to something else.

Answer my question.

Takagi's face was contorted with rage, and it took him a long time to organize his thoughts.

"About two weeks ago... I met a woman in a trench coat in an alley in Shibuya... She asked me if she was pretty... I thought she was... the Slit-Mouthed Woman... She lifted her trench coat... underneath was skinless flesh... Later... I followed her... to her residence in Setagaya Ward... and eavesdropped outside the window... She and her sister were talking... mentioning... a formula for peeling skin... The address was... Setagaya Ward... Shimokitazawa... 3-chome 24..."

Takagi spoke haltingly, occasionally gasping for breath, appearing to be struggling, but he eventually revealed the origins of alchemy.

Amamiya Rin nodded slightly. This family was beyond saving, but the flesh-colored monster could be dealt with, helping the child who was forced by his mother to have his skin peeled off to escape his original family.

"So, one last question: how did you determine that I wasn't Kawakami Tomie?"

After finishing his business, Amamiya Rin remembered something not very important. It was quite a strange thing that Takagi could recognize him at a glance as not being Kawakami Tomie.

"Don't you have any self-awareness?!"

In an instant, Takagi's left eye widened, and his distorted face, in addition to pain and fear, gained a strong sense of mockery.

"I don't want to repeat myself, stop talking nonsense!"

Amamiya Rin raised the wooden sword and said coldly.

"You're not as good as Tomie... You don't have her charm... Although you look alike... there's still a difference... Compared to Tomie, your faces are just ugly!"

Takagi's left eye flashed with a crazed light, along with undisguised contempt and disdain.

"My face?"

Amamiya Rin subconsciously touched her cheek, a confused expression on her face.

That shouldn't be the case. Kawakami Tomie's appearance wouldn't change much. Even if he were to use her, he would only reduce the allure through his expression and attitude; she would still be just as beautiful.

"never mind."

Amamiya Rin gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, not intending to dwell on the words of a madman.

"Wait! Wait! No! Do you want to kill me? No! I can't die yet! I haven't discovered Tomie's secret...!"

Seeing Amamiya Rin raise the wooden sword high above his head, fear finally appeared on Takagi's face. Blood spurted from his mouth, and he twisted his body backward, trying to distance himself from Amamiya Rin.

"I have never killed anyone, nor do I intend to. Although swordsmanship is a killing technique, I did not learn swordsmanship to kill."

Amamiya Rin said calmly.

A glimmer of hope shone in Takagi's eyes.

"However, I truly believe that you are no longer human."

Before he finished speaking, the wooden sword in Amamiya Rin's hand had already transformed into a brown lightning bolt and slashed down vertically!

Click—!

The sharp edge of the wooden sword precisely cleaved into Takagi's neck, shattering his cervical vertebrae. His head tilted to one side at an unnatural angle, his eyes wide open, seemingly unable to comprehend Amamiya Rin's words.

"I will not hesitate to kill anything that is not human."

Amamiya Rin flicked her wrist and withdrew the wooden sword.

Takagi's body twitched twice, then fell silent.

He flicked the blood off the blade, wiped the wooden knife clean with a towel, dried it with clean paper, then sheathed it and left the bathroom.

Walking through the corridor reeking of blood, Amamiya Rin rummaged through drawers and cabinets inside the villa.

In this country, depositing money in a bank not only doesn't earn interest, but you also have to spend money. So, Amamiya Rin easily found money, a total of over one million in cash.

After putting away the money, Amamiya Rin walked out of the villa. He turned to face the villa, put his hands together, and prayed silently.

"I don't know the Great Compassion Mantra or anything like that, so I just wish you all can attain Buddhahood soon. As for this money, since you're all dead anyway, just lend it to me for now. I will never use it for any misdeeds, so please rest in peace."