Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"The Grim Reaper is the god who reaps lives, but the boss is called the Grim Reaper not because we think he's as terrifying as the Grim Reaper... Of course, that's one way to put it, but the original meaning of this title is actually..."

"...immortal ghosts and gods."

Not...dead??

Before Conan and the others could react to the meaning of this title...

Sano casually threw a punch, knocking the person in front of him down.

Then, expressionless, he lowered his head, gripped the hilt, and drew his long sword.

Fresh blood spurted out again with a "plop".

Logically speaking, the knife should not be drawn at this time, as it would accelerate blood loss.

But for Sano, who was wearing a special attack uniform...

Is it really necessary to waste time paying attention to such a small detail?

Sano no longer suppressed his excitement. His eyes gleamed with a scarlet light as he raised his hands, which were covered in blood and the bandages were no longer white, turning them a dark red. He beckoned to the person opposite him with a finger, his expression full of provocation.

"Come on, let's continue."

"Ha, just bluffing!"

To be honest, this group of people were scared by Sano.

Whether it was Sano's previous fighting prowess, their reaction after "success," or their current posture, it all felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making them feel incredibly heavy.

Even breathing became difficult.

In order to eliminate the fear in one's heart, and based on a scientific worldview.

Stubbornness is their last stand.

I just hope these guys' heads and lives are as hard as their mouths.

Sano suddenly launched an attack, which successfully put the three young men to sleep.

One of the quicker-reacting guys swung his sword at Sano, attempting to force him back and pull him away.

Unexpectedly, Sano blocked the blow with his forearm.

Then another person fell asleep.

...Could this guy be thinking of...?

Kyogoku Makoto, who had been watching from the sidelines, gasped for breath, and then watched helplessly as Sano's injuries rapidly worsened compared to how quickly he had been hit.

It's grown exponentially.

Correspondingly, the speed at which those guys fell also increased exponentially.

Sano's fighting style is called trading injury for injury, or trading injury for life.

The human body ultimately has its limits.

Faced with a swarm of people surrounding you, no matter how high your evasion rate is, you will inevitably get hurt.

However, the limits of the human body are also divided into levels and types.

Perhaps Sano, wearing his special attack suit, represents the limit of his evasion rate.

It can't be considered the pinnacle.

But the other limit is even higher than the peak.

This is a limit that the people in front of us can never reach.

With the dagger embedded in his shoulder, Sano grabbed the opponent's wrist with his other hand, pulled back, and delivered a powerful punch that pierced the bone and skin, causing blood to splatter and screams to fill the air.

The knife was aimed at his back, but instead of dodging, Sano turned his back to meet it.

As blood gushed from his back, Sano, who had been close to the man, immediately turned and delivered an elbow strike, knocking him to the ground. As the man lost consciousness, half of his face was torn and the flesh drooped down, revealing the white bone.

...If you can dodge, dodge; if you can't dodge, block; if you can't block, endure.

This was Sano's original code of conduct in Black Death Mode.

In other words, try to choose the option that offers the most "cost-effective" overall benefit.

But now, Sano doesn't even try to dodge or block anymore.

He let those people's attacks hit him.

Since the injury is already penetrating, it will take some time to heal anyway.

So many injuries.

Can't it still be healed during this period?

As long as it doesn't stab Sano in the heart or head, then even if his throat is slit...

Sano still felt that it wasn't a big problem.

But if he really touched those critical areas, how could Sano possibly let the other party penetrate him?

pain?

That would naturally hurt.

Sometimes, however, pain isn't such a bad thing.

On the contrary, it can become a stimulant.

...Could I have a hidden masochistic streak?

Sano was affected to some extent by his injuries.

It may not have a significant impact.

Because he didn't need to make any extra moves, Sano actually fought faster and faster.

At the very beginning.

Sano took down about fifty people in a minute.

Then he was stabbed, and a trade-off was made.

The remaining hundred-plus people were dealt with in just over a minute by Sano.

On average, selling in seconds has become the standard.

Sano didn't use any weapons, just his fists, but because he unleashed his full power after all the restraints were released, the scene became incredibly bloody.

Even the moon in the sky seemed to turn blood red all of a sudden.

He stood amidst a sea of ​​corpses.

Sano, covered in blood, had become a blood-soaked figure.

Kyogoku Makoto and the others gradually came to their senses.

At this moment, the group finally understood what the immortal ghosts and gods truly meant.

Chapter 484, Makoto Kyogoku: The Black Dragon is My Friend

On the train back to Tokyo.

Conan frowned, deep in thought.

Finally, he remembered that he had just arrived at the hotel that afternoon.

What I saw in the restaurant... well, half a human face.

At the same time, I also remembered those two guys from Shikishima.

Then, recalling my past misunderstanding that Sano and Kokushi were the same person.

Conan immediately realized what was going on.

……I see.

The reason why I feel that face looks familiar is not because of the face itself, but because it looks like Sano's face.

It was also because of that face—a face of utter darkness!

But weren't those two people from the organization that day?

After what happened with Vermouth, Conan learned that she was just like Kaito Kid.

The troublesome person who is good at disguise is most likely one of the two people from that day.

The other one, unsurprisingly, is rye.

In other words, it wasn't a real black death.

Conan still didn't quite understand, even though it wasn't really a black death.

Then why would you dress up with a black face?

In other words, how did those two guys, or one of them, know what Black Death's face looked like?

Let me elaborate a bit more.

Is there some kind of conspiracy behind this?

The Black Death is imminent, yet they are unaware of it. Shouldn't they remind themselves?

Just as Conan was having this wildly imaginative moment...

Sonoko Suzuki and Makoto Kyogoku, standing nearby, had already shown off their affection enough.

"Ah Zhen, have you encountered any formidable opponents while you were abroad?"

Sonoko Suzuki asked with some curiosity.

Because of what happened tonight, Sonoko Suzuki developed a bit of a gossipy mindset about this.

Kyogoku Makoto thought for a moment.

"When I first arrived in Amelica, I encountered a skilled player, although he wasn't a regular tournament competitor, but he was still very good."

"Yeah."

Sonoko Suzuki, resting her chin on her hand, pressed on, "Then do you know who he is?"