Late the next night.

The day was gloomy from early in the morning. In the evening, however, the clouds finally cleared a little, and the setting sun peeked out of the cracks in the clouds, casting an orange-yellow light on the earth.

The Kujo family had a peaceful day.

The head of the family, Kujo Tadashi, hurriedly went out early in the morning as usual, and the young master Kujo Michiji seemed to be going to some university today to have a meeting with the scholars over there to discuss plants. Miss Noriko was the only one in the house, and she stayed in her room all day.

In the evening, Lord Chungshun and Master Michiji both returned, but Miss Noriko said that she had a migraine and needed to rest first. Young Master Michiji lingered at the door of Miss Noriko's room for a long time, showing a worried expression, but finally did not go in.

...... Not sure what happened.

Keiko, the maid, thought so.

After she knocked on the door a few times, and got Miss Noriko's permission to push it in, she saw Miss Noriko sitting there with her back to the head of the bed in a room with no lights on, covered with a quilt, apparently having slept for a while, and only sat up because she had come in.

The curtains were not drawn in Miss Noriko's room, and tonight, the unexpectedly bright moonlight shone through the window, and Keiko could vaguely see Miss Noriko's face with a tired expression.

Keiko respectfully placed the tea and snacks on the table beside Miss Noriko's instructions, and then stepped back, turning back to lead the door for Miss Noriko. The moment the door was closed, she saw Miss Noriko looking ahead, seemingly in the darkness of the room—and in front of her was the moonlit window.

Keiko thought about it, but in the end she still didn't tell Young Master Daoji about the last scene.

The owner of this mansion is Lord Tadashi. However, it seems that no one but him dares to really disobey Miss Noriko's intentions.

When she went in just now, Miss Noriko had already instructed her, saying that she probably had a migraine caused by not sleeping well the night before, and that she needed to rest early today, and hoped that no one would disturb her sleep.

This "anyone", of course, includes Young Master Daozhi.

Keiko was a well-behaved and competent maid, and soon used perfunctory words to perfunctory young master Michiji, who looked worried, and coaxed him back to his room.

And in the Kujo Mansion, no, the entire imperial capital has almost fallen into the silence of the night, but there is a figure running wildly in the streets.

In front of the figure were two men with snow-white hair and a muffled growl in their throats. When the figure chased after each other quickly, and finally blocked the two white-haired figures into a dead alley, the two white-haired figures had to turn back at the end of the dead alley.

Their eyes were blood-red, and their wide, roaring mouths were dripping with bright red blood. If you look closely, they see that the placks of their clothes are also stained with blood.

The figure that was chasing after them also stopped, only a few steps away from them. The figure didn't look very tall, but was thin, almost like an ungrown teenager.

Then, the teenager gave a short sneer.

"Human blood...... Is it delicious?"

The two men with snow-white hair and blood-red eyes, as if they had lost their minds, howled, and did not answer the boy's words.

"Ah, have you lost your mind? The boy said as if talking to himself.

“...... So what's the point of the so-called 'improved Rakshasa'? He continued in a complaining tone, as if in a frustrated manner.

"Is it just for the sake of being like this...... Is it convenient to assassinate the enemy? ”

The young man said the unbelievable line.

The next moment, his pupils, which were as bright as stars even in the middle of the night, shrank slightly.

Because the two figures he called the "Improved Rakshasas"—a terrible term that hadn't been mentioned for years since the shogunate had completely disappeared—suddenly let out a terrifying roar!

Then they rushed forward in unison, as if following the bloodthirsty consciousness carved in their bodies!

As Rakshasas, they don't have the ability to accurately control the sober ability of a weapon like a pistol that requires more accurate shooting accuracy, and at most they can use a rifle - but since they are going to perform a mission such as assassination, it is not appropriate to carry a rifle on their backs to swagger through the streets. Therefore, the weapon they used was still a sharp short sword, hidden in a wide kimono.

Rakshasas are not afraid of bullets or swords, only the wounds caused by silver bullets do not heal, but they are not fatal, and they do not die unless they are shot in the heart.

So they take full advantage of this trait and the fact that they are so fast that they can barely react (?), and they are quick to get out of battle every time they stab, and retreat immediately after a single blow. Even if the assassinated opponent had guards or pursuers, it would be difficult to inflict substantial harm on them, let alone have the ability to catch up with them and arrest them. And when they encounter the target of the assassination who is completely defenseless or weakly prepared, they will also kill several people who are with them and suck the blood - this is the truth of the serial killings that have been raging on the streets of Tokyo for some time.

Moreover, when the madness and bloodlust of the rakshasas in their bodies cannot be suppressed, they will also break free from the restrictions and orders of their masters, and kill innocent civilians on the streets in the middle of the night and suck blood at will.

But now, there must be an end to these things. These twisted and brutal creatures, not even human, cannot be allowed to continue to wreak havoc.

The boy calmly stared at the two rakshasas who were already screaming and pounced.

In the next second, a sword appeared in his right hand!

No one could see when and how the sword appeared in his hand, as if it was just a blink of an eye, he had already crossed the sword quickly, and with a bang, he stopped the sharp blades that the two rakshasas stabbed at him in time!

In the middle of the night in a deserted alley, the boy fights fiercely against the unscientific, bloodthirsty and powerful creatures.

Although the Rakshasa physique can erode reason, the Rakshasa is transformed by people after all, and the most basic movements and coordination are still there. At this time, they had the advantage in numbers, and because the other party was just a teenager, the two of them surrounded the teenager one after the other, shouting and attacking the teenager frantically.

The teenager was quick, however, – rather than using his speed to trade space to tear apart the opposition's defence.

To be able to pursue the Rakshasa so far, his speed is already unbelievable, but once he moves, he draws his sword even faster. The sword was swung by him like a sinuous ribbon of bright ribbons, and soon tore a gap in the encirclement that the two rakshasas seemed to have been trained to do—the encirclement that had been very small at first, intending to compress the space for his movements, was very large, and the attacks between the two rakshasas gradually appeared beyond the reach of the sword.

Suddenly, the boy let out a snort.

The next second, only a sound was heard, and one of the rakshasas's short knives was disengaged by him. He held the sword, and the force of the forward was undiminished, and he suddenly let go of the left hand holding the handle of the knife in the air, and only temporarily held the knife with his right hand, and then quickly withdrew his left hand, firmly pressed the palm against the bottom of the handle, and sent forward with the momentum-

Snort.

It was the sound of the tip of a knife piercing flesh.

The boy didn't handsomely stab his opponent before striking any handsome pose.

He simply pumped the knife outward. With a bang, the bloodstained sword was withdrawn from Rakshasa's body, and a large stream of blood spurted out of that rakshasa's chest!

The rakshasa fell to the ground with a heavy thud and stopped moving.

The other rakshasa had already taken over his consciousness by madness, but he couldn't help but howl as he saw his companion being dealt with with with this crisp sword—but took a step back.

The boy didn't give him room to escape, and the next moment he pressed in, the blood-stained blade slicing through the somewhat dull air with a thud, and stabbing towards the remaining opponents.

In the dead alley, Dangdangdang rang out several times in a row, and the sound of the blades of the two sides intersecting. Suddenly, with a thud, the boy reflexively stabbed the rakshasa in the arm, and the rakshasa let out a howl of pain.

"Ahhhh

Blood poured from his wounds, but they didn't heal as he had hoped.

As if in disbelief, the rakshasa looked down at his wound, then raised his head to stare at the boy.

"Why ......," he said the first thing he had said since confronting the teenager tonight.

"Wounds, wounds are not ......?!"

The boy stopped two or three paces away, and the clear glow of the moonlight slanted into the alley, reflecting on his feminine face.

The young man laughed.

"The blade of the entire sword is to be plated with a layer of silver...... For you, I've really made a lot of money. He said mockingly in a sneering tone.

"If you pull out your gun...... You'll be wary of silver bullets. But knives are different...... You probably wouldn't have thought that someone would put such a lot of effort into getting rid of you, would you?"

The boy said, pressing step by step. The blade in his hand was stained with blood, and in the moonlight, a layer of silver-white light seemed to shine on the unstained blade.

"Many years ago...... In Sendai Castle, there is a man who sacrificed himself to rid of monsters like you—"

The boy didn't seem to be in a hurry to deal with the opponent he had already controlled in the palm of his hand and could be killed at any time, but as if he wanted to express some emotions that he had hidden in his heart, his eyes deepened, and he said word by word.

"He said, 'We are just the epiphanys of this era. Is it a species that shouldn't be in the world...... Let this all be over', and keep swinging his sword at the rakshasa-"

The boy paused, smiling softly. There was a bright light flickering in his eyes.

"For his enlightenment...... In order to defend the final decision in his life, I also ...... There's no way you're going to let a monster like you continue to run rampant in the world, right?!"

The author has something to say: April 30:

Well, who is the person mentioned at the end of this chapter hhh?

The next chapter counts as ...... Is there an explosive god unfolding?

A new chapter will be updated tomorrow, so you can watch it at zero point.