Sister Rescue Plan

Araki Ren sat up, shaking her aching head. She saw no one in the house, which was filled with light, and heard no noise. She had tossed and turned for a long time last night before she could fall asleep, not only because of the excitement of seeing supernatural power, but also because the Buddhist light on Izayoi Mirai's body often churned in her mind.

A man's voice occasionally reached her ears, deep and indistinct, like chanting scriptures.

"Bang!"

A sudden loud noise interrupted her reminiscence. The door, which was awkwardly positioned in the frame, was kicked open, dust billowing in the sunlight. A stunningly beautiful young woman, whose beauty would captivate even women, walked in, wearing a black Lolita dress.

Where is that bastard?

Tomie shouted, "If Izayoi Mirai were really in the house, she might not dare to approach her after what she'd learned her lesson. But she's not here now, is she?"

She looked at Araki Ren, her smile filled with malice: "You're his wife, aren't you? What a coincidence, I have a grudge against him, so you'll have to settle it."

"I do not……"

Araki Ren was about to deny it, but Tomie didn't give her a chance to explain. Her long whip, covered in thorns, came down and whipped her down, creating a whistling sound.

Undoubtedly, this attack was filled with malice; if it had landed squarely, Araki Ren's face would have been ruined.

Faced with the sudden attack, Araki Ren, who had never even fought before, was completely caught off guard. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she closed her eyes, filled with fear as she awaited the attack. Her last thought was:

Is being a high-ranking monk really that dangerous?

scoff-

A streak of light shot down from the second floor, disrupting the whip's trajectory. The force attached to it did not weaken at all, and it drove straight into the floor five inches deep, vibrating with a buzzing sound.

It was a short wooden stick.

Medea came down from the second floor and looked down at Tomie, taking advantage of her height: "You intruder who barged into someone else's house and committed violence without a second thought, do you have a problem with my husband?"

Tomie crossed her arms and said sarcastically, "I didn't expect him to have a lover. That guy is surprisingly capable in this area."

"Um, I'm not..."

Ren Araki, cowering to the side, weakly tried to retort, but was interrupted by Medea once again:

"It seems you're not only mentally ill, but your eyes are also just for show; you can't even tell the difference between a guest and a host."

Medea had two swords at her waist, and her hand rested on them, where silver-gray patterns spread.

Her current body is merely a crudely made creation. Limited by the physical body's aptitude, her control over the Great Source's magic is no longer as simple as eating and drinking. Even if she squeezes out all her life force, she cannot support large-scale magic. Therefore, last night, Youxiao Mirai specially devised a self-defense plan for her.

Among the many types of magic, there are quite a few combinations, and one of them is enough to turn a clueless, nerdy magician into a battle-hardened warrior.

Those are replication magic and enhancement magic.

By finding the weapon left behind by a master of martial arts, and replicating his life with that weapon through replication magic, one can directly master that martial art. Then, by strengthening the body through enhancement magic, one can become an unparalleled hero who can cut down enemies.

However, there are a few problems. Although enhancement magic is the foundation, it is quite difficult to master it to the point of enhancing the body. The difficulty of replicating magic is even greater. Moreover, those who are highly skilled in martial arts must have an iron will and mind. Users can easily be assimilated by the user's personality and become someone else.

However, this was not a problem for Medea at all. Needless to say, she was a master of magic. These two swords were magical artifacts she had made for Izayoi Mirai, and he hadn't been using them to hack and slash for long, so there was nothing to worry about.

This is the most magic-efficient method.

Medea drew her twin swords and attacked Tomie.

The long whip danced wildly like a snake, sending the wall decorations and shattered bricks flying like bullets under its powerful kinetic energy, leaving small, pitted holes in the floor and walls.

Fortunately, Yoyo-kun agreed to let him renovate this place.

Araki Ren still had the leisure to think about these things, but soon a brick or stone hit her, leaving a wound on her body.

hiss--

Araki Ren touched her bleeding wound and carefully backed away, trying to leave the battlefield of these inhuman beings, but how could Tomie let her have her way?

In Tomie's eyes, the fact that she insisted on living in such a dilapidated house must be related to that bastard. It would be best to kill her and let that guy taste the pain of heartbreak.

So, at Tomie's urging, all sorts of objects were overturned and smashed against Araki Ren. Medea helped her kick the door open, but she still couldn't stop the coffee table.

A heavy solid wood coffee table flew over and smashed into Araki Ren, sending her flying. The sound of her bones cracking was exceptionally clear.

A sharp pain shot through her, and she glanced down, only to find a large shard of glass piercing her abdomen. Blood was gushing out uncontrollably, quickly staining her clothes and the floor red.

Am I going to die?

An overwhelming fear gripped her mind and body. She had never imagined that this "word" was so close to her. Occasionally she would mutter, "If I stay up any longer, I'll die suddenly," but she never really took it to heart. Only now did the reality of death suddenly become apparent.

She reached out to try and stop the bleeding, but her hand was cut by the sharp edge of the shards, and the blood was so vivid.

The large amount of blood made her dizzy and her brain buzz.

But this buzzing sound was soon replaced by chanting, which carried a sense of peace.

Her vision began to darken, and in a daze, half of a man's face appeared, filled with gloom and bitterness.

Does human death have meaning?

He was clearly reciting scriptures, yet he was asking Araki Ren a question.

What kind of nonsense is this? Araki Ren felt like he was about to die, yet his mind was still so unclear.

"So, was your death meaningful?"

The man asked again.

Araki Ren had no intention of pondering such philosophical questions; she was about to die, what was the point of thinking about such things?

She was more interested in the chanting in her head, which allowed her to temporarily forget the physical pain. Her attention was drawn to the man's lips moving incessantly, and the chanting in her ears became clearer and clearer.

Finally, Araki Ren heard the man's prayer clearly; he was reciting:

"Fearless"

Chapter Twelve: My Hand Through Your Belly

A sharp clang of swords rang out as the blade clashed rapidly with the thorns in a very short time, sparking brilliant flashes. The clear, melodious sound grew increasingly urgent, merging into a long, drawn-out cry.

Faster, faster!

Medea swung her sword, guided by the long blade in her hand. The air was cut through, the wind whistling and buzzing, slicing through her arms, shoulders, back, waist, hips, legs, and feet...

Every part of the body stretches out to the fullest extent. Unlike the precise and calm calculations when casting spells, this contest between cold weapons, the sense of danger of walking on the edge of a blade, brings a cathartic and exhilarating feeling.

Medea felt herself becoming fascinated; the sound of weapons clashing was so pleasant, and even the taste of blood seemed sweet.

However, she did not indulge too much in this pleasure. Her long-standing habits made her immediately aware of the decrease in the magic power within her body.

Let's finish this as soon as possible.

The increasingly thinning magic within her body caused her to frown slightly, and the raised twin blades once again brought up a handful of blood.

Tomie was covered in blood; her fighting skills were indeed somewhat lacking, and her usually invincible appearance had become a disadvantage at this moment.

She underestimated Medea's jealousy.

A girl whom Medea did not know, yet was familiar with Izayoi Mirai, not to mention possessing a stunning beauty that would make even women swoon. Whether she had a grudge against Izayoi Mirai or some other entanglement, it was something Medea could not tolerate.

Jealousy gnawed at Medea's heart like a venomous snake, and the sword in her hand was her fang.

The thorny whip was once again deflected, and Medea lunged in front of Tomie. Two cold glints flashed, and blood spurted from her neck, instantly staining the ground red.

Tomie collapsed softly to the ground, her eyes flickered a few times, and then dimmed, losing their luster.

ended?

Medea looked at the girl lying in a pool of blood. With this amount of bleeding, unless healing magic was used immediately to stop the bleeding and promote blood production, she would die.

She turned and left, intending to check on Araki Ren's condition. Since Izayoi was a future guest, she had to lend a helping hand.

The commotion behind her made her instinctively dodge, but her abdomen was still cut open and her intestines spilled out.

What pierced Medea's abdomen was a pale hand. Because of the loss of blood, the muscles were shriveled, and it looked as ferocious as a bone claw. The not-so-hard finger bones even broke two when they penetrated the skin, bending into a strange shape.

But the owner of this hand seemed to feel no pain, and his other hand struck Medea's vulnerable head. If it landed, there would be no chance of survival.

Medea didn't have time to retaliate. Yoruichi had used quite a few weapons, and the combat experience left on those two swords was not much.

Just then, a finger touched the pale, bony claw, slender as a scallion, yet gleaming with the luster of white jade, and remained motionless.

It was Araki Ren; her eyes shimmered with a chaotic light as she murmured:

"I am not afraid!"

An invisible barrier spread out, and Tomie remained completely still.

This time, Medea had ample time to draw her sword and behead Tomie, then dismember her into eight pieces with a few more blows.

Blood splattered on Araki Ren's face, jolting her awake from her dreamlike state. The barrier collapsed, and she stumbled back several steps in shock, feeling nauseous at the bloody and horrifying scene before her.

At this moment, the wound in my abdomen, which had stopped bleeding, started to bleed again. The force attached to it had disappeared, and the excruciating pain returned to my senses.

Araki Ren collapsed to the ground, clutching his lower abdomen. After Medea finished cutting Tomie, she stuffed the intestines back into her stomach, and the healing magic began to work.

Even though she wouldn't actually die from the broken body, it was made for her by Yosui Mirai herself, making it incredibly meaningful, and she cherished this gift very much.

She placed her other hand on Araki Ren, intending to treat her as well.

Araki Ren's body trembled, shaking like a sieve.

Medea frowned. Was her mental fortitude really that weak?

She whispered, "Don't move."

"Yes, but..."

Araki Ren trembled even more violently, her face contorted with grief, as she pointed behind Medea.

"But she's moving."

Medea turned around in horror. Tomie's head was staring at her from the ground, her eyes filled with resentment and malice, while the scattered arms and limbs on the ground were thrashing about.

Just then, a foot stepped on Tomie's head. It was Izayoi Mirai who had rushed over after receiving Medea's notification. She picked up a red soul gem from the ground. The original bright red color had become murky, which was a sign of a magical girl transforming into a witch.

The flames that ignited beneath her feet incinerated the remains of the corpse. As long as the magical girl has no body, the soul trapped within the Soul Gem will also lose its senses.

He carefully put away the Soul Gem and looked at the two disheveled individuals: "Tell me, what happened?"

From their accounts, Izayoi Mirai quickly pieced together what had happened. He cast a strange glance at Araki Ren: a tormented man, the death of a human, a frozen barrier, fearlessness—so many keywords combined, along with the eerily familiar name Araki Ren, made him unable to help but mutter:

"You wouldn't happen to be the reincarnation of Araya Sōren, would you?"

Araki Ren felt the name was familiar, but she couldn't find it in her memory. Somewhat confused, she asked, "Araya Sōren, who is that?"