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Kishou's eyes gradually lost their light, becoming dark and deep. At the same time, he sheathed the Snow Shadow and placed it back at his waist.

"Tendo-style sword-drawing technique, third form, eighth style—"

Her deep breaths seemed to freeze the air in the room.

Immediately afterwards, Rentaro heard a crisp sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard.

"—'Cloud Ridge Pique Xiongxing'— Gallop on, Snow Shadow!"

Swah——

At this moment, Rentaro felt that the scene before him was somewhat supernatural and unreal.

The feeling of my vision being divided into many parts flashed by, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound like an icicle breaking, as countless crisscrossing cutting lines were etched into the room.

Finally, it felt as if the world had collapsed.

Boom! ! !

A tremendous roar echoed throughout the entire Tiantong family compound.

Led by the butler, Yotsuba Mahiro, walking through the main house of the Tendo family, naturally heard the commotion, but made no attempt to stop.

Given Tendo Kisara's current strength, it's perfectly normal for him to cause such a commotion.

He wouldn't be surprised at all even if he instantly killed those guys.

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Chapter 92 Destroyed by the Glory of the Stars

"So you've come, young man."

Led by the butler, Yotsuba Mahiro arrived at the courtyard deep inside the Tendo mansion, where he saw Tendo Kikunojo sitting calmly with his eyes closed in a room with the paper door open.

Although he was an elderly man with white hair, it was no exaggeration to say that he was still vigorous despite his age.

Standing nearly 1.8 meters tall, he knelt upright on the tatami mat, his robust physique barely concealed even by the loose kimono, exuding the aura of a superior.

However, once he entered the house, he realized that the other party seemed to have anticipated his arrival.

A cup of tea was placed on the seat in front of me, with wisps of steam rising from its rim, clearly indicating that it had just been poured.

"sit down."

At the invitation of Kikunojo Tendo, Mahiro also took his seat.

However, when Kikunojo opened his eyes and looked at him, his brows furrowed slightly in displeasure.

"You have no proper posture at all. Did no one in your family teach you what manners are?"

"Ha, I've never actually taught that, but I don't think it's necessary when dealing with a dead person."

Not to mention the dregs imported from abroad; only an old fogey like you would cherish them like treasures and hold on tightly. 'Masami smiled nonchalantly.'

"..."

Kikunojo remained silent.

But the gaze cast from those piercing old eyes remained sharp.

He picked up the teacup in front of him, took a small sip, and said:

"This must be the first time we've sat face-to-face together, right?"

Kikunojo said, almost as if talking to himself, "Indeed, a promising young man, you are more outstanding than Rentaro. The Emperor often mentions you and regards you as the hope of the Tokyo area."

"I presume His Highness the Holy Emperor's changes over the past few months are also because of you, right?"

He did not deny this.

“It’s me, that’s right. But it’s the Holy Emperor herself who wants to make changes. Being held hostage by you, you old thing, for so long, like a vase placed beside her, I’m sure she’s not feeling good about it.”

"Ugh……"

Kikunojo sighed softly and shook his head: "I only hope to assist her and guide the people onto the right path."

Kikunojo was telling the truth; her loyalty to the Holy Emperor was indeed beyond question.

only--

“There is absolutely no place for those children on your so-called correct path.”

"Of course."

Kikunojo suddenly raised his head, his tiger-like eyes filled with anger and hatred.

"They're nothing but monsters that could turn into Gastrea at any moment. Why should I give these monsters who killed my wife a place to live!"

As expected, revenge is a family trait passed down through the Tendo family.

Tendoki, driven by a desire for revenge for his parents, breaks ties with the Tendo family and transforms into a vengeful demon.

Kikunojo Tendo, on the other hand, seeks revenge on the children for killing his wife, becoming a ghost haunted by hatred from ten years ago.

But the problem is——

"If you really hate those children, why not exterminate them and drive them out of the Tokyo area completely? Instead, leave them in the outer district, near the megalithic site."

Ultimately, the so-called revenge for killing your wife is just an excuse you're making for yourself.

Your real purpose is to use those children as props, keeping them in the outer area to form a natural barrier when the Gastrea invade.

"..."

Kikunojo Tendo did not answer, which can be taken as an admission.

But his gaze remained fixed on Yotsuba Mahiro, as if trying to see through him.

"You think you can kill me with your eyes because I hit the nail on the head?"

"You're very perceptive."

Kikunojo Tendo withdrew his gaze and replied irrelevantly, "You're right, I do have that thought, but so what?"

Before becoming Gastrea, they were citizens of the Tokyo area, with a responsibility and obligation to protect this country.

What a hypocrite!

When they need something, they call it a citizen; when they don't, they call it a monster. It's as exciting as a battle between the left and right hemispheres of the brain!

It was so entertaining that he couldn't help but laugh.

"What about Mugeng's parents? There's a saying that 'even a tiger won't eat its cubs,' but you really are heartless. As the mastermind, you instructed Mugeng's siblings to kill Mugeng's parents, isn't that right?"

Faced with Mahiro's questioning, Kikunojo Tendo slowly closed his eyes.

"This is the only mistake I've ever made, but it's also the only way to save the Tendo family."

Kikunojo's voice conveyed a sense of remembrance and shame.

At the time, Kisara's parents had enough evidence of corruption to destroy the entire Tendo family, and the Tendo family was on the rise and could not afford to make any mistakes.

So he devised a plan to use Gastrea to kill Kisaragi's parents, who were his son and daughter-in-law.

However, the plan went out of control, causing Kisaragi's kidneys to fail and Rentaro to have half of his body eaten.

Even....

"Your wife died around that time too, right?"

Mahiro picked up the teacup and played with it, saying quietly, "So in the end, this is all the karma you created yourself, so what right do you have to resent it? It's all just retribution."

"Also, by the way, poisoning the tea is a good idea, but you need to know exactly who you're dealing with."

Yotsuba Mahiro slowly raised his eyelids, a glint of light flashing in his dark pupils.

The moment he picked it up, he had already analyzed its components; the toxins it contained were enough to kill an elephant!

"Who do you think you're dealing with? You think I'd fall for a poisoning trick?!"

Upon hearing this, Kikunojo's eyes sharpened, and he immediately pulled out a wakizashi from his pocket.

His murderous intent was fully revealed!

"Tendo-style sword-drawing technique, type one, sixth form—"

Clang——

The blade was drawn, a flash of white light.

"Amitabha's sword will live forever!"

Ding--

"Nani?!"

For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared in Kikunojo's usually calm eyes.

Suddenly, Yotsuba Mahiro pulled out a small, black knife from somewhere, holding it vertically downwards with a reverse grip, which perfectly blocked his sword-drawing technique.

Mahiro's lips curled up slightly as he whispered:

"Your turn is over, now it's my turn."

"The clouds disperse and the fog clears"—launch!

"Well...."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kikunojo suddenly let out a painful groan.

Just like Hiruko Kagetane back then, Kikunojo also felt as if a flame was burning inside his body, and everything inside him was gradually melting and decomposing.

"Holy Emperor... Kisara... and everything in the Tokyo area is in your hands, Yotsuba Mahiro."

Kikunojo uttered his last words as he perished.

"How hypocritical, Kikunojo Tendo! Even at the very end, he's still playing the role of a great philanthropist who cares for the country and its people? It's disgusting! May he go to hell with these scoundrels from the Tokyo area!"

Yotsuba Mahiro's disgust was clearly visible.

Unfortunately, whether Kikunojo Tendo heard it at the last moment, or what his feelings were after hearing it, remains unknown.

The only thing known is that this old fellow turned to ashes and vanished completely before him!

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After defeating Kikunojo Tendo, he returned to the room where Kisaragi and the others had been.

But as soon as he got close, he heard a piercing scream.

Then, Shiina Kazumi, the secretary that Tendo Kazuhiro had brought with him, ran out of the room in a completely undignified manner.

He ran and shouted in the wooden corridor, and even when he fell, he immediately climbed up with his hands and feet, as if he had lost his mind.

Her body was also covered in blood.

It looked as if it had just crawled out of a blood pit, leaving a long trail of blood on the wooden floor, with parts of unknown origin still hanging on its body.

As Makoto stepped over the woman and reached the door, a strong smell of blood immediately assaulted his senses.

The entire room now seemed to have been washed clean with blood and decorated in a hellish style.

The tatami mats underfoot were already broken and scattered in the surrounding area.

Everywhere was covered with flesh and entrails of unknown origin, and thick, fresh blood slowly dripped from the ceiling.

At his feet, half a face lay quietly.

The prosthetic eye was spinning inside its socket, not yet completely shut down.

It goes without saying that this is a fragment of a hero who was named Rentaro Satomi in his previous life.

However, he had no interest in collecting them. Instead, he looked up into the spacious room and found that the only person who could stand or be described as humanoid was Tendo Kisara.

His clothes were torn, exposing his fair skin. On his exposed abdomen, there was a fist mark that was slowly healing under the powerful regenerative force.

That was the only mark Rentaro left on her fragile body.

But Kisara didn't care at all, and burst into laughter, as if he could no longer hold back his laughter and laughed wildly to the sky.

"Hahahahaha!"