Tokyo Trickster

That's enough, Amamiya Ren believes that Morgana and Kitagawa Vsuke can complete the task.

What he had to do next was to find a way to survive the stranglehold of the entire maze.

Madarame Ichiryusai's body dripped into the ground like ink and disappeared.

Instead, four huge picture frames slowly rose up with the croaking noises of night owls. They were the left eye, the right eye, the nose, and the mouth. The two eyes were facing the sky above and the ground below. They could see the distant universe and measure the thick soil, but they could not see the countless lives in front of them.

No ears, because there is no need to listen to what others say.

The thick ink stroke of "nose" strongly refers to "destiny" in the ancient sense.

The opening and closing of words brings out the writing, which is called "the words come out and the law follows".

This is the true appearance of Madarame Ikryusai's shadow.

Amamiya Ren took a deep breath, and Orion became even more muscular in this state of concentration. He stood under the huge picture frame, and countless shadows were approaching around him.

“There are so many spectators.”

He did not show any expression of despair, as the hundreds of personality masks collected from this hall became active at this moment.

"I hope everyone enjoys the performance of the so-called...ace."

The harsh sound of electricity echoed in the air.

Countless electric snakes entangled Orion's bulging muscles, and finally they poured into the wide hunting bow.

Then Orion disappeared.

Amamiya Lian raised the hunting bow and placed a thunderbolt on the string.

"Glorious Zeus, indestructible Zeus, I pray to you in the name of Orion from the summit of Olympus, asking for your forgiveness:

King of Olympus, you bring such holiness into the light, the echoing barrier of Mother Earth and the mountains, the flowing water of the ocean and the stars in the vast sky." He chanted the ancient Greek language in a low voice, and one persona after another was shattered in this prayer, and the power of the soul gathered at his fingertips.

"Father of all, beginning and end of all things, you who shake the earth, you increase and purify, shaker of the world, Zeus with lightning and thunder and thunder, lord of thunder -" the prayer came to an end.

"Zeus, son of Cronus, king of gods, please, call out smoke and throw thunder."

Amamiya Ren loosened his grip, and the hunting bow, the palace, the shadows, even the ink-filled space, and even Madarame Ichiryusai's figure all disappeared. At this moment, the real world outside the impression space was accompanied by a huge thunder and lightning. There was endless lightning in the sky and the earth.

"Bug! You damn it..." Madarame Ichiryusai's wails and cries of pain were drowned out by the tsunami-like thunder.

This attack did not cause the expected destructive power in the area where Madarame was exerting his full strength - but it didn't matter, Amamiya Ren's face became a little paler. He took the powerful medicine provided by Takemiya Mio and high-fived the "Joker", who had another "Thunder of Zeus" in his hand.

The double blow to all, which came at the cost of a week of mental depression, was about to land.

The thunder and lightning once again engulfed Madarame, shocking the old man to the point of numbness inside and out.

(More to come)

Dry weather: 097. "A fox? The shadow disappears twice"

"Hey, Mona," Kitagawa Vsuke called out to his partner.

"Fox?" Morgana called the other party by his code name.

"Find a way to deal with them," Yu Hu pointed at the guard patrolling the door, "I'll be responsible for cutting off the power supply."

"Oh, leave it to me!" Morgana paused, "No, then who will be responsible for stealing the treasure?"

Kitagawa Vsuke also fell into deep thought.

"It seems that we can only hope that Joker can hold off Madarame long enough. I'll come to help after I cut off the power." Kitagawa Vsuke said, "Take the secret treasure and leave directly through the window... Do you have any lock picking tools? All the windows are locked with roller shutters."

Morgana patted Zorro beside him, and his sword shook out of shape. "Since it's for escape purposes, there's no problem with violent dismantling."

“The key is whether it can be demolished.”

"Don't question my [Zorro]! Newbie!"

Three minutes later.

In the dark main hall, a man and a cat stealthily opened the display case.

The secret treasure is actually "Sayuri"?

Kitagawa Vsuke was a little surprised, but the result was reasonable.

Morgana tiptoed out the picture frame.

They looked at each other, then ran away without hesitation.

Madarame Ichiryusai, who sensed that the secret treasure had been stolen, became anxious. He looked at Amamiya Ren who was weakened after using a series of ultimate moves, and instead of finishing off her, he hurried back.

He couldn't afford to lose even a second. Any hesitation could lead to the collapse of this palace...

"Where do you want to go?" Amamiya Ren fought against fatigue. He shouted "Orion" to push away the shadows that were growing again, and punched Madarame Ikryusai on the nose.

The other party exhaled a large amount of ink as if he had no pain, dragged Amamiya Ren into the dark mud, and then rushed towards the main hall with his floating facial features.

Amamiya Ren looked at the tattered canvases of Madarame Ikryusai, wondering how the old man dared to turn his back on him. He broke free from the mud made of ink, chased after him and punched him twice, knocking Madarame Ikryusai into a state of unconsciousness.

"You...bug! Don't stop me!" Compared to his other facial organs that seemed to be on the verge of collapse at any time, Madarame Ikrysai's right eye was still in good condition. He glared at him and wrapped Amamiya Ren's body with a large piece of ink, binding him tightly in place.

He was still safe and sound in that level of electric current attack, and his momentum was even stronger than before... Does this guy's right eye actually have the characteristic of "absorbing electric current"? Amamiya Ren thought about it, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that Orion's fist could not cause much damage to Madarame's left eye.

Maybe different parts of this guy correspond to the absorption capabilities of different elements.

Amamiya Ren was unable to break free from the increasingly sticky ink around her in a short period of time.

What a hassle.

But Madarame Ichiryusai only has one eye left intact, so Kitagawa and Morgana should be able to deal with him easily...

Wait, Amamiya Ren realized her oversight.

The real danger is not Madarame, but this palace itself. There are shadows growing all the time.

Can I release "Zeus" again? He reflected that the large number of personality masks needed as "sacrifices" and the "energy" as a medium were no longer enough.

Amamiya Ren was trapped in a painting by Madarame Ikryusai and was temporarily unable to escape.

......

Kitagawa Vsuke, who was running out carrying "Sayuri", suddenly stopped.

"Fox, what's wrong?!"

"It seems that what we took away were fakes."

Kitagawa Vsuke was sweating profusely. "No, this is indeed a fake."

Morgana was stunned. "But it clearly smells very strongly of desire."

Crazy laughter rang out from all directions, and Madarame Ikryusai appeared in front of the man and the cat in an abstract image. "It's really hilarious. It's hard for you to carry this fake thing around."

"Madarame..." Kitagawa Vsuke reached for the "Secret Blade" hanging on his waist.

Morgana held up the kunai and stared at the floating picture frames.

The battle takes place in a flash of lightning.

The ink surged all over the sky, and Madarame Ichiryusai defeated Zoro and Ishikawa Goemon easily by fighting with many shadows. The Phantom Thieves of the Mind were all trapped in the painting... This was the ending that the great painter Madarame had expected.

But in fact, he was closing his only intact right eye in shock and anger.

A folding knife full of technology pierced into it, spraying a large amount of ink. It was [Ishikawa Goemon], who actually cooperated with [Zorro] to create a mirror for optical deception, creating an opportunity for the Phantom Thieves to launch a sneak attack.

Kitagawa Vsuke roared, and with the help of Morgana, he jumped up and stepped on the hilt of the knife. There was a sound of cloth tearing. Madarame Ikryusai burst into a violent wail, and he shook off the man and cat who were approaching, biting blindly with his abyss-like bloody mouth.

Morgana didn't have time to celebrate the success of his plan after landing. He exclaimed in horror, "Fox, your left hand?!"

The intense pain almost engulfed his consciousness. Kitagawa Vsuke lowered his head and saw that his left arm was covered with ink, which was deeply rooted like a parasite.

(My dad was drunk at a social gathering and was admitted to the hospital. I was busy until 2 a.m. before I had time to write. Only two chapters today.)

The weather is dry: 098. Repent, you Banmu!

Madarame Ikryusai's wails were like bent steel bars, with layers of sharpness that made Kitagawa Vsuke feel relieved despite the pain.

"Fox, your left hand..." Morgana asked worriedly.

Kitagawa Vsuke looked at the spell-like ink wrapped around his arm, "I don't know what this is... but now, we need to get rid of this guy."

"You bunch of...damn thieves!" Madarame's sharp voice echoed in the corridor, and a large amount of ink spurted out from his tightly closed right eye, as if a river was washing the wall, outlining a magnificent landscape painting on it. There was a pavilion on the top of the mountain, and "Madarame Ichiryusai" was burning a stove in the pavilion. Suddenly, the roof exploded, and a pool of golden spring water spurted out. It was the "Fountain of Infinity".

The temperature of over a thousand degrees vaporized part of the building structure, and the liquid gold hit the wall, making a deafening roar. It swallowed up all the targets along the way without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Kitagawa Vsuke and Morgana were horrified and didn't care where the secret treasure was. They could only turn back in the opposite direction.

The hot gold solidified on the wall, blocking the escape route that Morgana had worked so hard to build.

After doing all this, Madarame Ichiryusai became even weaker. The four picture frames fell to the ground and dissolved into ink. Then an old man in a golden kimono crawled out of them. He vomited a mouthful of black liquid, and the bandage that tied his hair fell off. His pigtails spread out like withered daisies.

The object that Madarame Ikryusai was holding tightly in his hand was Sayuri.

But unlike the version circulating outside: "a woman's mysterious and loving smile", the content of this "Sayuri" is "a woman showing a loving smile to the baby in her arms."

Kitagawa Vsuke, who was running away with Morgana, paused for a moment, his eyes widened, "That is..."

"Heh, you saw it, didn't you? V-suke," Madarame Ichiryusai sneered. He looked at the shadows who were not afraid of sacrifice to block the retreat route of the Phantom Thieves. The encirclement has been formed. The Infinite Fountain is suspended in the air and entrenched in a vortex. It is the Sword of Damorix. Under the tip of the sword is a painting with ink dripping, and Amamiya Ren is trapped in it. Madarame has begun to enjoy the joy of victory. He laughed wildly, "This is what you have been looking for, the treasure of the museum!"

"Sayuri... Why?!" Kitagawa Vsuke looked at Madarame Ikryusai in disbelief, "Why is this exactly the same as the original, but..."

"There's a baby in the painting, right?" Madarame's body was covered with cracks, and he kept spitting out black "blood". If it weren't for the most twisted space in the deep hall, Amamiya Ren's two-hit ultimate move would have almost killed him on the spot. Thinking that he would never have to see that tricky bastard again, his expression relaxed a little, and he paced with difficulty. In the impression space, the inner words of the shadows could not be hidden, "So far, I won't hide it from you, Kitagawa Vsuke."

Madarame's smile became distorted. "You should have always regarded me as an object of admiration, right? Sayuri has always been a signpost guiding you forward, right? But I'm sorry, V-suke, I deceived you for more than ten years. Sayuri was not created by me from the beginning."

"And... you still don't understand why I took you in?" Madarame pressed on, his smile was hateful, "Of course it's because this painting 'Sayuri' is actually your mother's posthumous work. It was originally intended to express a mother's love for her child before she died... Oh, what a superficial reason. If it weren't for me, it would have been a second-rate work buried in the ruins of the art world. But I'm different. I discovered the 'art' in it. As long as I erase the existence of the baby in the painting, and then hype and exaggerate it, combined with its inherent qualities, I can give this painting a gimmick of the times."

"So, do you understand? There is no such thing as a 'Japanese Mona Lisa'. The reason for Sayuri's mysterious smile is because I erased the baby in the painting, which is your existence."

"Fox!" Morgana tugged at Kitagawa Vsuke's sleeve, but the other party seemed to be possessed, staring at the painting in Madarame's hand.

This is the meaning that opened his artistic path and made him a living.

At the moment the signpost collapsed, there was no confusion, but rather endless anger far beyond the past.

"Why?" Kitagawa Vsuke looked at Madarame Ikryusai, he wanted an answer.

"Why?" Madarame pinched his chin, "Are you asking about the so-called 'special treatment'? Hehe, my original idea was just to raise you, and then tell you the truth in the future and enjoy your expression. But your inheritance of that woman's talent for painting has become a pleasant surprise."

"You scum!" Morgana was furious.

"Mona," Kitagawa Vsuke's voice was trembling. He pulled the big cat who wanted to fight with Madarame, "Stop."

"But..." Morgana looked at Kitagawa with a sad look.

Kitagawa Vsuke clenched his right hand, which still had feeling, and said, "Madarame."

"Thank you for your words. Now, I have no hesitation about how to treat you."

He opened his five fingers, as if letting go of the kindness of raising him for many years, and then clenched them towards the old man in the distance, gathering the hatred of the present moment, "Ishikawa Goemon!"

"Idiot! Do you think this little trick of blowing cold air will work on me?!" Madarame Ikryusai stomped on the floor, and picture frames appeared one after another, with "Madarame Ikryusai" with different expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness stepping out of them.

"【Orion】!!!"

In this split second, Amamiya Ren appeared from nowhere, seized the opportunity, and approached Madarame Ikryusai's real body.

"You?! Impossible!" Madarame panicked.

“Ora Ora Ora…Ora! Ora!!!” Orion’s battle cry broke out in an instant.

The fist like a meteor landed on Madarame Ikryusai's body, and there was a sound of bones crushing.

If Amamiya Ren was in normal condition, he might be able to kill Madarame with just a few punches by sneak attack, but now he was too tired and his punches had become a little weak.

What a hassle. He picked up the white bird mask on his nose with his finger, then looked at Kitagawa Vsuke who had drawn his sword a little further away. "Fox, what are you waiting for?!"

The young man dressed as a fox had already charged forward and stabbed Madarame in the chest with his sword.

The gorgeous jewels and gems briefly left the old man's turbid eyes and fell into Kitagawa Vsuke's eyes with complex emotions.

"All the past grudges are settled with this sword, Madarame Ikryusai."

Hiss...the sound of ink splashing.

Severely injured and unable to resist, Madarame Ichiryusai looked at his "adopted son" in despair.

Kitagawa Vsuke hung his immobile left arm and pulled out the "Secret Blade".

Morgana snatched away the real Sayuri.

Amamiya Ren took back Orion, and the "clown" who was locked in the scroll in his place also disappeared. He staggered two steps and was then supported by Kitagawa Vsuke.

"Wait, you... aren't you going to kill me?" Madarame Ikryusai sat on the ground in shock. His whole body was covered with cracks, as if he would shatter into powder with the slightest touch.