Chapter 113

Double Standards Three-Sided Moon

Even though it wasn't him who said those bad things to people's faces, Fuyuki still felt a sudden moment of embarrassment.

Even enemies shouldn't be allowed to whisper about crickets to each other's faces; they should at least be making loud noises.

Fuyuki looked at the humanoid creature that had turned completely red and shook his head helplessly. Then, Tsurumaru Kuninaga quickly scooped him up and pulled him back, his feet nimbly darting past. A sharp blue light flashed past where they had been standing.

"It's still best to be careful," Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice still carried a hint of amusement. "Otherwise, frequent frights, while they won't kill your heart, will certainly harm your poor body."

“Hahaha… Tsurumaru-dono is right.” Mikazuki Munechika released Dazai Osamu from his grasp.

Dazai Osamu straightened his collar in amazement: "That was indeed very quick and satisfying, and the movements were very agile..."

His gaze fell on the sword at Mikazuki Munekichi's waist.

There, it was clearly a katana.

How could such a heavy katana be so agile?

He concealed the thoughts in his eyes and nonchalantly avoided the gaze of the tsukumogami opposite him.

“Well, as a samurai, you can’t be inflexible on the battlefield, after all, this is a battle.” Mikazuki Munechika replied with a smile, “Even if the enemy is in the sky, you still have to defeat them.”

Fuyuki looked down at the ground, where a sizzling sound accompanied the black marks left by the blue light as it passed, grotesque and twisted. It wasn't hard to guess what kind of power it possessed.

[Wait, how come he has something like this?!] The little stray dog's scream echoed in her mind.

[It clearly broke just now, how can there be a second one? That's very strange.]

Something's not right.

Dongshu's breathing suddenly became heavy. She looked up warily, still tightly gripping the small paper figure that was frantically waving its limbs.

Once he landed steadily, he saw that the man who had stopped in the sky had not lowered his raised hand. The same blue light once again emanated from his palm, clearly targeting his goal.

Fuyuki frowned, turned his palm over, and a spiritual energy formed a shield, solidly blocking Hasebe's path.

"Master!" Hasebe looked up alertly, his eyes flashing brightly at the Saniwa in an instant.

Fuyuki rubbed his eyes and looked again, only to see a serious and ready-to-fight tsukumogami.

The white-haired man didn't speak, his face was like ice, and his movements were stiff and precise, like a machine with its joints twisted.

It seems angry?

The little stray dog ​​scratched its head in confusion, but due to the limited arm length of the little paper figure, its action looked extremely comical.

[Since you know this, don't do anything to anger him again.] Fuyuki sighed helplessly, feeling powerless against this world consciousness that was even more immature than his own.

Who is the real child here...?

All the twisted joints pointed straight at Fuyuki, and the skin, which should have been like a human's, suddenly began to glow with a blue light.

The data fluid created by technology once again revealed its true nature; it was no longer content with merely controlling this body that had lost its soul and consciousness.

It completely transformed it into a vessel that conformed to its own power and laws of survival, using the world's chosen ones from the shattered world to pave the way for its invasion plan.

[Oh... I think I get it now. This guy destroyed several worlds! How annoying!]

The little stray dog ​​stood with its hands on its hips, looking furious.

Fuyuki suddenly realized from those words that things were more serious than he had imagined.

How many worlds were shattered?

[Tell me the truth, was there really no major problem before, or did you discover a problem but didn't tell me?] Fuyuki was a little angry.

If this situation could be concealed, then this bizarre and incomprehensible scene is likely due to…

Her train of thought was interrupted, and her body was lifted up to avoid the blue light flying towards her.

Fuyuki was starting to get frustrated. The thing above him was flying in mid-air, making it impossible for the swordsmen fighting on the ground to touch it. Plus, there were three non-combatants on his side.

Especially the inscription by Dazai.

She watched the guy scurrying away with his head in his hands, yet each step he took landed precisely in a safe place.

There's absolutely nothing to worry about; he'll take care of himself.

etc.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on the hand opposite her.

Ignoring her dizziness from being pulled into someone else's arms, Fuyuki stared intently at the hand that was supporting her as she turned over on the ground.

It was extremely similar; she felt like she had seen this hand somewhere before.

Her memory wouldn't be wrong, and her perception wouldn't suddenly become confused.

So where exactly did she see this stranger's hand?

Fuyuki hugged Tsurumaru Kuninaga's arm tightly. Her spiritual power had already surrounded everyone present, but the constantly depleting spiritual power meant that she could no longer protect everyone without any blind spots. She could only cooperate with everyone's evasion to deal with the remaining blue light.

The blue rays shooting down from above grew more numerous and sharper, turning the ground almost entirely black, devoid of any normal color.

Upon closer inspection, one can even see electric arcs jumping across the surface.

She needed to get up there; she needed to charge up with her family's three knives, even if there was nowhere to stand.

A foothold?

Her gaze sharpened.

Since there was no place you were looking for, she created one. Since there was no way to fly into the sky, she created a way for everyone to fly up.

It's a very simple principle.

For a winter tree with such immense spiritual power, it is not impossible to squeeze it to its limit.

As one-third of the original body, her power is inevitably not as great as that of the complete body.

This has led to the current situation where we face restrictions everywhere.

She felt her spiritual energy was almost depleted just from finding an enemy.

The extensive reading she did on the terminal became key to her ability to find ways to break through the current predicament.

To accurately locate an object high in the sky and position herself in a plane around it, she needs to—

Dongshu blinked, then suddenly stretched out his hand and made a gun shape, shooting spiritual energy from between his index fingers like a bullet.

The sharp tip of the territory pierced the air, and the thin resistance did not diminish his confidence. The man, enjoying his overwhelming attack high in the sky, did not take any defensive stance against the small ball of spiritual energy.

A smile played on his lips as the incredibly solid spiritual energy bullet swiftly passed through his body, without touching anything tangible, as if it were passing through a layer of air.

Physical attacks are ineffective against him.

But it's okay.

Dongshu looked at his face, which seemed to be filled with smugness, but remained expressionless, and gradually all that remained in her vision was the transparent mark she had left behind.

Even if it cannot cause damage, however it passes through is still touching the foundation of that mark, and that is how it is done.

The power from another world, known as ninjutsu, is not difficult to convert into spiritual power.

The data is marked, and then transmitted based on the marked data.

"How useless, because how can something like this possibly harm me?"

The black in the man's iris-colored eyes gradually spread out, eventually completely replacing his original pupil color.

He changed all the characteristics that belonged to the individual "Dazai Osamu".

Dazai Osamu raised an eyebrow: "Interesting. Getting uglier and uglier."

He didn't want to admit that the body this guy was using was another version of himself; it was chilling.

Dazai Ming nodded in agreement: "That's right, it's better for Aji to avoid looking at such ugly things, lest he pollute his eyes."

"Are you that concerned about me?"

Hearing this unexpected question, Dazai Ming became excited, his eyes shining: "Of course! We're partners, we'll do missions together, of course I'll care about you!"

He will be the other person's one and only partner, irreplaceable.

Dazai Ming's eyes grew even more excited. A warning suddenly appeared again on the screen that only he could see in the world. His eyes sharpened, and he moved his body according to the various instructions to avoid the blue laser flying towards him.

Once he was in a safe position, he looked at Dazai Osamu again, but the latter had already looked away and returned to his usual indifferent expression.

I'm ignoring him again.

He looked up angrily at the white figure above him.

It was so hard to make progress! It was really hard to make progress!

Damn it, that guy!

However, the warning on the panel in his line of sight was still there, so he could only awkwardly move his limbs and start dodging again as instructed.

His face, which resembled that of Dazai Osamu and others, carried a hint of resentment and unwillingness, but it was still not enough; he was still too weak.

That damned system! It promised to give him enough power, so is it just going to make him run away like this?!

The thought flashed through his mind, and a new command suddenly appeared on the panel. His eyes lit up, he stopped, and his hand, which had been hanging down, clenched into a claw shape, with power beginning to gather in the middle.

The small vortex kept spinning, and his gaze grew sharper and sharper. The next second, his shoulder was suddenly slapped hard, causing him intense pain.

"Ah—Ugh!" Dazai Ming's body stiffened. He was about to cry out in pain, but the next second his mouth was covered, and he couldn't make a sound.

My shoulder, the bone in my shoulder feels like it's cracked...

Physiological tears instantly welled up in the corners of his eyes. He turned his head shakily and met the gaze of someone who was smiling at him.

Mikazuki Munechika said gently, "No, you can't do that. If you mess up Master's plans..."

The crescent moon in her eyes sank, and the most beautiful blade's calm voice carried a hint of threat: "No one here will let you go. Be obedient and behave yourself."

His words were even delivered with honorifics, making him appear extremely polite.

It inexplicably carries a sense of being inhuman.

But how dare this guy—

The arrogant idea came to an abrupt end.

Dazai Ming looked around frantically, but the familiar control panel that had always held his life in its hands had completely disappeared at this moment.

Where did they go?

He couldn't see anything, and the empty world made him panic.

The man in front of him stared intently at him. The next second, another beam of blue light shot out, and his body was pulled to the side to dodge.

The feeling of being threatened overwhelmed me, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest, refusing to stop.

The adrenaline surged, triggering his survival instinct. He had no other thoughts and could only nod repeatedly.

What a terrifying creature! Why would someone like that suddenly appear in a place like this?!

Dazai Ming was terrified, and cold sweat poured down his back.

"Mikazuki."

The girl's voice suddenly came, and he was surprised to find that the threatening look on the terrifying man's face vanished instantly.

It's exactly the same as before.

Mikazuki Munechika turned around and replied gently, "I'm here."

[Author's Note]

Ming: [Question mark] You're so hypocritical!