The man wrapped in the night was none other than Yanfeng Jiro, who arrived after casually disposing of Ryuo Uchimura.

Behind him, pitch-black wings of feathers of resentment fluttered softly.

The eagle-like eyes were staring at the worn-out knife in the shrine maiden's hand on the deck.

"I'm going to bury you here...... Take the two knives again......"

A violent wind condensed around his body, gradually turning into a small tornado in the palm of his hand.

As he threw it seemingly carelessly, the tiny tornado fell from the sky toward the sea below.

More than 20 meters in front of the yacht, a strong wind blew on the sea.

In the huge whirlpool of wind, a column of water quickly condensed and rose into the air.

Like a dark blue water dragon, it wants to rise into the sky by the moonlight and soar through the clouds.

The water column soon joined the dark clouds of the night, and as it swirled and grew, it moved closer to the ship.

"It's ...... Waterspouts?! ”

Seeing this sudden and spectacular scene in front of him, Sousuke Araki, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, suddenly turned pale.

A waterspout is a column-shaped waterspout that occasionally appears on the surface of warm water, filled with moisture and rotates rapidly, and the internal wind speed can exceed 200 kilometers per hour, which is no less dangerous than a tornado.

Because waterspouts are a violent local weather phenomenon with a very short life history, there is no accurate way to predict them.

With more than half a year of experience in offshore sailing, he has observed this celestial phenomenon from afar and knows the dangers of it.

Since the "waterspout" was generated directly more than 20 meters in front of the bow, Sousuke Araki only had time to grab the lifebuoy with a cable tied to the side of the ship, and threw it to Abeji and Kotori Yumato to secure himself.

Now one can only hope that this medium-sized yacht can withstand the power of a waterspout of that magnitude ahead.

"Get down on your stomach and find something to hold yourself in place!"

The detectives in the wheelhouse were also quick to react, and were already trying to turn the bow of the ship to avoid the waterspout ahead at the maximum angle.

But the waterspout seemed to be alive, and it seemed to move slowly and quickly in the direction of the yacht.

In front of the waterspout, which is getting thicker and thicker, with the might of heaven and earth, a sense of insignificance and powerlessness that cannot resist nature swells up in the hearts of everyone.

"Araki-sensei, be careful...... This is no ordinary waterspout! ”

Getting closer, seeing a trace of black gas in the turbulent tornado in front of him, Kotori Yumato yelled loudly at Sosuke Araki, who was using a cable and a lifebuoy to fix himself behind the bow of the ship.

However, no one could hear what she was saying.

The waterspout made contact with the head of the yacht with a furious wind.

The first to bear the brunt was Sousuke Araki, who was lying on the bow of the boat.

"Uhh......hh

Seeing the high-speed spinning waterspout coming to his face, Sosuke Araki, who was shrouded in a strong sense of suffocation, his whole body was bruised, and he clung to the deck with a hard grip on the guardrail, howling in advance like a Spartan warrior who was about to be whipped.

"Uhhhh......h

Then, the devastating waterspout touched the bow of the ship......

Turned into a gentle breeze and blew on the back of Sousuke Araki, who was lying on the ground, and then ......

Dissipated.

"Eh, that's it?"

Feeling the force of the wind that seemed to be continuously blowing his head by Uncle Mo's hair dryer, Sosuke Araki raised his head in confusion and withdrew his exaggerated howl with some embarrassment.

The rolled up sea water turned into a downpour and poured on the heads of the bewildered people.

"How is it possible, who made it, in the cabin......"

Above the night, Yan Feng Jiro's eyes widened, and he watched the violent waterspout turn into a breeze and drizzle and dissipate, revealing an incredible expression.

"On this ship, there are such powerful soul slayers in charge, no wonder those two guys are planted."

After glancing back and forth between the few people on the deck who didn't look like masters, he gritted his teeth, flapped his wings and disappeared into the night.

……

The next day, Nagoya, Daiichi Red Cross Hospital.

"Mr. Araki, let's come in."

Early in the morning, Yuma Yuto, who was carrying a bag of food and wearing a dress, knocked respectfully on the door of the ward and carefully pushed the door in.

Behind her, there was Mochizuki Ayano in a small dress, with big dark circles under her eyes and a face that said "Don't bother me if you haven't slept all night".

Behind the curtain, on the white hospital bed, the quilt was tightly wrapped, and it seemed that Sousuke Araki was sleeping motionless inside......

Looking at this vaguely familiar scene, Mochizuki Ayano put up a black line on her forehead.

"This guy, isn't ......?"

Without hesitation, she stepped forward and expertly lifted the quilt from the hospital bed.

"Sure enough...... Did you slip out again? ”

In the quilt, there are still three fluffy pillows.

"Hey~ I thought it would be a nurse who took her temperature...... Ahh......h

A man's disappointed voice came from under the bed.

In the frightened eyes of the two girls......

Like a ghost coming out of the cage, half a suspicious golden head slowly rubbed out from under the bed.

It was Sousuke Araki.

The place where he probed out was unusually precise and immortal, just under the skirts of the two of them.

"Mr. Araki!!"

"Ahhhh......h

Mochizuki Ayano went out in an instant, covering the hem of her skirt, and her high heels stomped on the little golden oily head.

……

"Araki-sensei, you're really, it's too cold to sleep on the ground, and it's not good for the recovery of the wound......"

"Pain, pain, pain...... Purr ...... The taste of Nagoya's udon noodles is different, and the soup is so rich......"

Sitting on the bed, with his arms wrapped in bandages, his nose and face swollen, and Sosuke Araki, who looked more seriously injured than last night, was eating Nagoya's specialty miso udon noodles brought to him by the Toriyu Shrine Maiden with an aggrieved expression.

Nagoya people always say, "Life is 90% udon noodles and 10% Minogo noodles."

Nagoya's miso udon is made by boiling fish broth, meat, and other ingredients into a concentrated dashi in an earthen pot, adding soul bean miso, udon noodles, and various vegetables, and finally beating an egg into the pot and turning off the heat.

Because of its strong taste and rich soup flavor, it is loved by Nagoya people.

"Really, how can you beat the wounded. It was just an accident, and what I wanted to see was obviously a sexy mature, beautiful and moving nurse sister's lace or T-...... It's not a childish style like you little girl......"

"Shut up! That doesn't change the fact that you're a perverted voyeur! Really, you can say a few words about it, even if he saves your life, you can't indulge this perverted bewilderment......"

was mentioned a certain "keyword", Mochizuki Lingno angrily went out again.

"I didn't notice Mr. Araki hiding under the bed at all just now, could this be some kind of cultivation with a hidden aura...... It's just ...... We're not girls anymore! ”

The little bird Yu Zhengong, who was originally holding a notebook on the side, also blushed slightly when he heard the words, and echoed absentmindedly.

"The point isn't there at all, is it?"

Seeing that she didn't blame at all, Mochizuki Ayano could only turn her head weakly to look out the window on the side.

Who made this guy in the hospital bed now a lone hero who runs hundreds of kilometers, singles out the half-demon pole, rescues two hostages, and recaptures the resentment.