Tokyo Soft Rice King.

The cut was very flat, made from the joint gap at the base of the finger, so there was no remaining finger bone. The clean and neat cut was nothing short of miraculous.

"How are you feeling? Doesn't it hurt anymore? It's just a broken finger, it's not a big deal, is it?"

"...Is this out of pity for me?"

"I just didn't want you to faint. You have to hold on until the end, okay?"

"..."

Fear once again swept through Tsukimi Rimi's mind.

Does this process need to be repeated more than ten times?

Only at the very end, after his head is chopped off, can he find relief.

Any normal person would feel scared, and if they were even more cowardly, they would probably beg the other person to give them a quick death right now.

This was also the purpose of Ame no Hikaru's initial show of force.

After instilling fear into her mind, the next step is to begin persuasion.

"If you start to curry favor with me now, I can spare you the final beheading and let you be my inflatable body pillow, how about that?"

I can spare your life.

"The process won't be painful either. As long as you apply healing during the cutting process, you won't even realize you've lost your limbs. How about that? Pretty good suggestion, right?"

But I'll still cut you into a human stick.

In this utterly absurd proposal, the person involved will only feel bewildered and then complain inwardly, "Why do I have to suffer like this? Why do I have to lose my limbs...!"

And Tianyu Guang was guiding her emotions, and then she was going to give her a different kind of comfort.

"It's not just you, I'll cut off everyone's limbs fairly. Before you die, you'll all become my playthings. Oh no, I mean, you'll become my playthings after you die."

"...!"

"Of course, it has to be with my permission first. I want them to experience how painful it is to only be able to look but not touch."

This is simply revenge.

They didn't treat these women like human beings at all.

This is a punishment for the philandering cat who tries to take advantage of its brother while it's not its place.

If you use your brother to vent your desires, then I will also grant your wish and let you be your brother's toys.

"Ah, but taking care of disabled people is troublesome... I'm sure my brother will take care of them himself, so let's hold a competition later and leave two good women to take care of the others."

"You...you're insane!"

"Am I crazy? Heh... Hahahaha!"

Amahiro laughed in a low voice. The laughter was initially suppressed and trembling, but then it became increasingly sharp, like glass scraping against metal, so piercing that it sent chills down one's spine.

Her eyes were unfocused yet feverish, as if something inside her had snapped, and her reason had been completely burned away.

"Maybe so. I've been acting strangely ever since the day I was chosen by that bullshit family's bullshit sacrificial ritual... But being chosen is one thing, what I can't stand the most is that they actually took my brother as a sacrifice without my consent."

Her hoarse voice was filled with twisted hatred, as if she had finally broken free from some kind of restraint and fallen completely into madness.

"But didn't Kuroba-kun survive?"

“Although they didn’t kill my brother, they separated me from him… That alone is unforgivable.”

If she values ​​Kuroba Akira so much, then why is the red thread black?

What exactly does she want to do to Kuroba Akira?

"Moreover, they even tried to bind me with faith... But unfortunately, I am now 'one with God' and no longer need others to supplement my faith."

To sum up Tianyu Guang's current state in one sentence, it's 'I am my own god'.

It is similar to the story of Tokuman Kobayashi, who ascended to godhood through his own corpse.

Depending on the soul at the time of becoming a god, the inherited memories will vary. Kobayashi Tokuman still remembers what he experienced in his previous life, and so should Kushinada-hime... that's how it should be.

After the original Kushinada-hime's divine essence decayed, it was transferred to the Tenyu family's bloodline and passed down through generations via a divine initiation ritual.

The Tenyu family's ritual of divine intervention, in order to extend the time of inheritance, does not involve the birth of a divine child through the union of a god and a human. Instead, each generation selects a young girl in her prime, and the soul of Kushinada-hime merges with the girl's soul to complete the inheritance.

The girls naturally have their own experiences and memories, so after thousands of years of inheritance, amidst the chaotic memories, Princess Kushinada has lost her original memories, forgotten who she is, and is left only with the identity and title given to her by fabricated legends.

The person who helped her regain her memories was Amamiya Hikaru.

This was a deal between the two of them.

After Kushinada Hime descended into Amehime's body, Amehime made a deal with her: she would travel back in time through Kushinada Hime's soul, from this life all the way back to the beginning, to help her find her original self.

This is actually the same process that Kuroba Akira experienced in his dream, except that Ameha Hikaru had to repeat this process hundreds of times, spanning thousands of years.

This was a deal that Princess Kushinada, who had lost herself, could not refuse. What she wanted to know most was who she was and why she had become a god.

As a price, when all her memories are connected, Kushinada-hime will revert to her present-day form, Ame-no-Hikaru.

But ultimately, whether Ame no Hikari is still the original Ame no Hikari at this point is a paradox, much like the Ship of Theseus.

Because at this moment, she embodies the souls and memories of every generation of Kushinada-hime.

This can be understood as a schizophrenic patient with 'hundreds of split personalities'.

In other words, each generation of Princess Kushinada, passed down to this day, has become a source of faith.

The group has become the individual.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Although there were only a hundred people, they were enough to support the faith of a god.

Although she still cannot use her powers as freely as the Inari God of the Dog Clan, the faith in Hikaru Amagami is now 'automatically replenished' and no longer needs to be replenished by the Amagami family.

As a deity, she obtained what all gods dream of... freedom.

There is no longer a need for the next generation of Princess Kushinada, because as long as she does not voluntarily abandon the souls of these hundred people and the memories of a thousand years, she can continue to exist as an immortal god.

It could even be said that Tianyu Guang at this moment has surpassed humans and gods, and has become a new type of humanoid ultimate life form.

Immortality and eternal youth.

Moreover, because she possesses healing abilities, she cannot be killed by ordinary means.

Unrivaled, nothing could surpass this.

"Did you think that by stalling for time and letting me use more of my abilities, I could exhaust my faith? Heh, what a pity. I have many 'companions' right now. They are all here... Their resentment, regret, and bitterness... are all in my soul."

"How...can you still remain rational?"

Although Tsukimi Ryoui didn't know what she had done, she could tell from her words that she had inherited the memories of the previous generation.

"Hmph, how could a mere thousand years of memories compare to my feelings for my brother?"

"...!"

So that's it. The reason why Amahiro was able to stand out from hundreds of people was...

She wanted to see her brother again, that was all.

This obsession was even stronger than the resentment of the hundreds of girls who were sacrificed.

An incredible brother complex...!

"Hmm... Time's up, even a little over, but let's just round it down to one. Which one should I choose... It's really a dilemma. Why don't you choose it yourself?"

"Ah……"

"...What's so funny?"

"It's nothing. Look at the smug look on your face. You're like a kid who just got the latest weapon... Even with a thousand years of memories, you haven't grown at all. You're still the same little tagalong who just follows his brother around."

Tsukimi Rii trembled as she stretched out her left hand and raised her middle finger at Ame no Hikaru.

"Just wait, your brother will come and spank you and teach you a lesson!"

"……Oh."

Another finger fell off, this time the middle finger of the left hand.

And it was not cured; the blood gushed out again.

"...!!!"

But this time, Lan Yi gritted her teeth and persevered.

She was in so much pain she was about to faint, but she managed to force a smile once again.

Because she heard footsteps.

They came so quickly... I thought I'd at least lose an arm, but losing only two fingers is already a blessing.

The rest is up to you...

Kuroba Akira, who arrived at the scene, opened the door and immediately understood what had happened upon seeing the bloodstains, the severed finger, and Tsukimi Rii lying on the ground.

"Ah~ my dearest brother~ it's been so long... I hope you've had a great time in Tokyo while I was away."

“...I’m really angry, Hikaru.”

"Heh, so what? Brother, what do you want? To kill me? Can you do that? Do you have the ability?"

"No, I'm just an ordinary person, so please heal her. Anyway, you're here for me, right? There's no need to hurt innocent people."

“They are not innocent people... but since it is my brother’s request, well then, I also need a witness.”

Tenyu Hikaru picked up another glass of wine and casually splashed it on Tsukimi Rii on the ground, healing her wound.

Kuroba Akira quickly knelt down and picked up Tsukimi Rii's injured body.

The bleeding from the wound stopped and the pain subsided. Yuejianli Lanyi's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, but she was already very weak due to excessive blood loss.

Did he break two fingers to buy himself some time...? Now he owes her a huge favor.

"Did you attack other people as well?"

"Not yet, I've just gotten them drunk, but I'll cut off their heads one by one later."

"..."

She clearly wasn't going to let the others off the hook.