Chapter 25

Third person perspective.

The news from the government reassured Fuyuki somewhat, but the current situation was indeed quite chaotic.

The whirlpool is located in the sky above Yokohama.

Fuyuki's spiritual power enveloped the house, making it difficult for the sleeping people to be awakened; however, what would happen to those who were already awake was beyond her control.

As residents of Yokohama, they are probably used to these irrational scenes, and the Special Abilities Division should handle the aftermath properly.

There are probably quite a few people paying attention to this big commotion tonight, but most of them will probably think it was caused by supernatural abilities. As for how they will react afterwards, that's not something Fuyuki cares about.

She stood at a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the battlefield, her spiritual energy already spread around her, and she knew everything that was happening at the location of the Time Retrograde Army.

Dongshu gazed silently into the distance, her lonely figure enveloped in moonlight, making her appear even more desolate.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's eyes had turned blood red. When he fell into a state of darkness, he was no longer bound by the darkness because of the characteristics of the tachi. The darkness was not only the domain of the tachi, but also a great space for the darkened sword to be used.

As blood stained his cheeks, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's expression grew even more excited. He moved with light steps and agile, free movements, like a white crane stained with blood, nimble and lively.

A sharp pain shot through my left arm, and blood stained my pure white battle uniform.

“Oh, there are some here too,” he said softly.

"Clang!" The crisp sound of swords clashing rang out. Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't even blink as he turned around and struck the enemy's katana, which the enemy had carelessly overlooked, sending him staggering back several steps.

Without giving the enemy katana a chance to recover, the white figure followed closely behind the retreating enemy katana, the blade flashing with tremendous force.

"Here's another trick. Come on, try and catch it!"

The giant enemy katana, entwined with bone-like creatures and clad in armor, was decapitated and vanished into black mist as it lost its fighting power.

The wounds on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's body had been restored by his spiritual power, but the stains on his clothes that had been stained red had not faded and remained a glaring red.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's movements did not stop just because the enemy's katana disappeared. Bone spikes protruded from his body, and his movements became even faster. He jumped up to dodge the enemy's blade that was attacking his leg, spun around in the air, and then slashed down with his katana.

The enemy wielded a sword whose right arm seemed to be parasitized by a skeletal creature. Before the weapon could even be swung down, the head wearing a ronin hat flew into the air, its eerie, bright eyes dimming before turning into black mist and dissipating.

Without pausing, Tsurumaru Kuninaga landed lightly, took a step back with one foot, turned his body to the side, and the enemy's short sword was exposed in front of him.

Bending over, tilting his head, leaping—every move he made was purposeful.

Escape? No, he still intends to take the lives of the Time Travel Army!

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was not a sword that had experienced many battles. As a sword, he was often used as a trophy, a burial item, or enshrined in shrines, and did not have many opportunities to fight.

Swords and blades are clearly meant for battle.

He usually gives people a pure and lively feeling, but his occasional pranks always raise everyone's blood pressure, making them want to catch him in the hand-to-hand combat room for a good match.

His pranks have no fixed target; even his owner is among them.

At this moment, he wore an arrogant and confident smile. His face, which would normally make people feel at ease, had become ruthless. His eyes were blood red, and the sharp bone spurs made him look even less like a guardian spirit.

Wherever he went, the Time Traveling Army dissipated. His attacks were sharp and bloodthirsty, and drops of blood accumulated on his katana, flowing down the blade.

The Saniwa (Master) sensed all of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's changes, but she merely circled around him with her spirit, seemingly intrigued, before returning to normal.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga could naturally sense this, and he couldn't help but let out a low laugh, his tone teasing: "Master, victory will surely be yours."

"Stained red, so are the cranes, bathed in blood—!"

The sharp gaze is the loyalty that the tsukumogami has shown to his young master from beginning to end.

—

The meager fighting strength of the 197th Honmaru meant they couldn't hold out for long. Fortunately, the government moved quickly, and soon, Fuyuki saw the huge teleportation array lit up at the gathering place of the Time Retrograde Army.

The intricate symbols, the mysterious space, and the abundant spiritual energy were all things that the small teleportation arrays she had made before could not compare to. With her profound political background, it was not difficult for her to quickly create a huge inter-world teleportation array with the world's consent.

One by one, tsukumogami emerged from the scattered cherry blossoms, their fighting spirit high and their eyes burning. From the moment they arrived, they began their slaughter, the slaughter of the invaders.

Fuyuki could clearly see that the arrival of the reinforcements of the Tsukumogami made everyone who had been fighting hard gradually more at ease, keeping the constantly arriving Time Retrograde Army within a certain range. Nearly an hour had passed, and they were almost at their limit.

It must be said that the efficiency of handling current affairs is indeed very fast.

The sounds of the tsukumogami (spirits) echoed in my ears as the battle raged on.

Fuyuki hadn't noticed it before, but now that there are more tsukumogami, he's starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

It's not a big deal that the spirits say a few words when they attack, but under the influence of spiritual energy, these words gather in Fuyuki's mind, and the night instantly becomes less quiet.

She sat in the shadows of the corner, where the moonlight couldn't reach, and Dongshu was completely shrouded in darkness.

As her worries gradually dissipated, she rested her small face on her knees, curled up into a tiny ball, and gazed blankly at the crescent moon in the sky.

Soon, the spiritual energy of the same origin formed a teleportation array around them, and Yagen Toushirou and Yamanbagiri Kunihiro emerged. Fuyuki turned his head and saw Nakahara Chuuya behind them.

"General, mission accomplished."

Fuyuki nodded in response: "Thank you for your hard work."

She patted her clothes, stood up, and asked with some confusion, "Chuuye, what brings you here too?"

She did not give the order to bring the person over.

Chuuya Nakahara tilted his head and raised his hand to adjust the hat on his head: "Help me."

He didn't know what secrets Fuyuki, who usually seemed no different from an ordinary little sister, had, what her background was, or why she was going up against these monsters, besides always relentlessly saving a certain suicidal person.

These questions lingered in his mind, but they could not shake his resolve.

These monsters have threatened Yokohama and the port Mafia.

He must make these monsters experience the terror of gravity.

"Need not......"

Before Fuyuki could finish speaking, another teleportation array lit up, interrupting her. It was Sayo Samonji and Sozo Samonji.

"Mission complete, Master, please confirm."

Sayo Samonji stepped back, revealing the person behind him.

Dazai Osamu followed along with a listless expression.

Dongshu nodded.

Sayo Samonji pursed his lips and fell silent with a somewhat fierce expression.

Fuyuki noticed and took two steps closer to him, stroking his dark blue hair: "Well done, Yoru."

The short swordsman froze for a moment, then said in a low voice, "...Hmm."

Fuyuki lowered her hand and met the gaze of Soza Samonji behind her. She nodded to him and gave her katana a smile after her hard-fought battle.

Soza Samonji lowered his eyes, sighed helplessly, placed his hands on the heads of the two little ones, and smiled: "Master is also a child, he doesn't need to act like an adult."

"Saya, be more frank."

Dongshu raised both hands, each hand grasping one of his fingers; the knuckles were distinct, and he was extremely thin.

"There's nothing dishonest about it. I understand what Xiaoye means, and that's fine too."

After exchanging a few words, Fuyuki ordered the four Tsukumogami to rush to the main battlefield. Even though reinforcements had arrived, every single combatant was still necessary.

Meanwhile, Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai had gotten into a childish bickering. Dazai looked listless, which made Chuuya Nakahara's forehead crease with worry.

Dongshu couldn't help but sigh, "Your relationship is still as good as ever."

Both of them showed expressions of disgust.

"How could I possibly be so close to a sticky little slug?!"

"Who would be on good terms with a mackerel?!"

in unison.

Fuyuki: ?

She doesn't quite understand how people interact these days.

A few minutes later, as the last teleportation array lit up, Imaizumi and Kasen Kanesada successfully completed their mission, but no one followed them.

The bouncy little tengu reported the mission, Kasen Kanesada greeted the Saniwa, and then rushed off to the battlefield again.

Dongshu watched them head towards the battlefield.

The night is still long, but the suffering will soon be over.

[Author's Note]

fight--!