……

Alternate space.

Infinity City.

There is clearly more clutter of buildings than before.

“… Damn, abominable undead. ”

"The ghost is not gone!"

The suit was tall, but the face was anxious and melancholy, and the figure was breathing rapidly and kept walking along the wall.

Da-da-da-da.

Ignoring gravity, his hand rubbed his chin, his scarlet pupils staring straight ahead, stepping on the wall, and going straight.

- Black Death Mou is dead.

It's been these days, and not only has there been no news.

Now, I can't even reach him.

As the king of ghosts, he should be able to listen to the voices of all ghosts at will and establish remote contact with them.

The medium is blood.

And the black dead.

In that trance when he saw the sun, when he came back to his senses.

No misery is already, and his presence can no longer be perceived.

Smack.

His pupils were red, his medium-length black hair was slightly curled, and he stopped his steps and looked straight ahead.

His fingers against his chin couldn't stop shaking, and if he hadn't pinched him, the shaking would have been even worse.

Remembering what he had seen from Black Death's vision that day.

“… What to do. Wu Miao muttered, his voice trembled with a little hoarseness, and cold sweat couldn't stop dripping from his forehead.

The orange-yellow light reflected on the pale side of his face, and the dragon's bruises were dark and distinct.

He stood on the wall and whispered:

"Black Death is dead... It's that guy, that's right. ”

“… Unbelievable. ”

Wu Miao changed his posture uneasily, and his voice shaking inexplicably to himself:

Can just human beings live for so long?

Wu Miao's anxious expression paused slightly.

- No, that man is not human.

- It's a real monster...!

If.

That guy, since then, has been immortal like himself.

That...!

Wu Miao's pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his head in surprise, covered one of his eyes in disbelief, and his scarlet eyes trembled violently:

"I... In this small infinite city..."

"Hide forever... Is it?! ”

The so-called "Infinite City".

Among them, "infinite" represents the desire of Wu Miao's heart to swim in infinity.

He wants to stand in the sun, spacify his heart, and do whatever he wants.

That's why the light in the Infinity City is a warm hue – sunlight.

All this constitutes the deepest desire of his heart.

- Freedom.

"Bang!"

Wumiao's Adam's apple squirmed up and down, his face was gloomy, and he slammed his fist into the wooden building beside him, turning his head sideways:

"Naruto!"

His voice was lowered, and he squeezed these words out of his throat:

"Call me all the windings!"

Lowering his eyes, the red eyes that faintly reflected the light in the shadows stared fiercely ahead.

……

……

The other side.

Somewhere castle town.

The streets were pitch black.

"Whew-"

The cold wind blew through the martial arts hall next to the street, and the bloodstained white curtain fluttered slightly, and the wind carrying the smell of blood blew across the street.

In the Budokan where the lights flickered on and off.

Several figures in white uniforms, through the window, seemed to be rushing towards someone.

"Damn! You bastard! ”

Poof!

Bang——!

The sound of heavy objects falling on the walls rang out.

"Divisional Commander!"

"Don't underestimate... Our... Burst! ”

Poof!

“… Everyone! I'm fighting with you!! ”

"Poof!"

Inside the museum.

in the room.

"Weak, too weak."

Scattered corpses lay around the hall, and figures in fuchsia shirts casually threw aside the people hanging on their hands:

"The strongest budokan in the town... Is that the degree? ”

"Weak to disgusting."

Bang!

The man who had been pierced through his chest was thrown against the wall by him, slowly sliding off like a rag.

Dark red blood spread across the floor, blood-red footprints moving forward.

……

Click, click.

The sound of walking barefoot on the wooden floor gradually approached.

Syllable!

"Wow...!!" The woman, whose face was pale, her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her expression was frightened, was hiding in a box.

The night was a bit cold, so much so that her rapid breathing caused her to exhale white vapor from her mouth.

She stared at the opening of the box, clutching an umbrella in her hand—the only thing she could hold onto.

Her body couldn't help but tremble, and she shivered and looked at the top of her head.

Smack.

Then.

The sound of barefoot footsteps stopped in front of the box.

Syllable!

The woman was shocked, her pupils staring in horror at the opening of the box, and she covered her mouth and nose with her hands.

The palms of his hands trembled and covered them so hard that the palms were squeezed white.

Just the footsteps stopped for a moment.

When nothing seems to be moving.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Suddenly.

“… Don't run away from the fight. ”

"It's only going to make you weaker!"

A flat, and seemingly disgusted tone, came from outside the box.

Bang!

The man who spoke seemed a little annoyed, kicked the box, and shouted:

"Come out!"

"Fight me!"

Inside the box.

“… The woman covered her mouth stiffly, her face turned blue, and she looked like she was about to faint.

She's, she's just a photo studio apprentice invited by this martial arts hall to take pictures...!!

Why!

The tip of her nose was sore, her eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her sockets.

Why is this happening...?!

Imagine what you just saw.

It's going to die.

You'll definitely die if you go out!

“… Haven't you come out yet. ”

It seems like I've been waiting too long.

Bang!

The man outside the box slammed his fist through the lock!

Finger tattoos, dark and blue fists, rubbing a woman's face, slamming through the box and pounding on the wall!

The stiff fist wind blew her cheeks with pain.

“… Yes. She froze, her mind blank.

Creak...

After slamming open the lid of the wooden box.

The comer suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

“… What? ”

The short pink hair swayed slightly, and the tattooed man had a puzzled expression on his face, and his golden eyes stared at the woman's appearance.

- Woman?

Slowly withdrawing his fist into the wall, he straightened up again.

His brows furrowed slightly, his pale pink eyelashes drooped, and there was a hint of boredom in his eyes.

“… Never mind. ”

He glanced at the frightened woman and slowly turned away.

Smack.

Step away.

In the trance-like eyes of a woman.

Reflecting the chaotic scene of bloodstains, corpses strewn everywhere, and the white spine exposed.

……

Outside the Budokan Gate.

The peach-colored man slowly stepped out from under the curtain and looked up at the full moon in the night sky.

In the golden eyes, this font is being engraved:

【Winding】

[Three]

The third of the upper winds - the nest seat.

Just as he regretted that he hadn't met a strong opponent again, he stepped out.

Bang ——!

At his feet, a wooden door suddenly appeared close to the ground.

And it pulled away violently, and the warm light filtered through it.

The nest seat stepped on the air.

He fell.