Yokohama City.

A nursing home.

The hazy moonlight shines through the window, sprinkling on the neat white floor tiles, emitting a faint glow.

On the wooden chair in the middle of the room, a white-haired old lady was lowering her head, her silver hair hanging on her wrinkled face. In the moonlight, she was carefully folding paper cranes in her palms.

Beneath her, hundreds and thousands of paper cranes had already submerged her feet, piled up like a small mountain.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something. She looked up at the bright moon outside the window, and an unprecedented clarity emerged in her cloudy eyes!

Little grapefruit...

She muttered to herself.

Grandma He in Room 32, it's time to go to bed~ The nurse's voice came from outside the door.

Grandma Crane seemed not to have heard her words. She stood up from the wooden chair tremblingly, stepped over the sea of ​​paper cranes, slowly walked to the window, and pushed the window open with force.

Grandma He, I'm coming in!

There was the sound of the caregiver turning the doorknob.

Grandma He looked up at the moon and slowly closed her eyes. The next moment, her body turned into floating paper cranes and disappeared into the air!

These paper cranes seemed to come alive, flapping their wings and flying into the dark night sky from the open window like a large white cloud!

The nurse opened the door.

She saw the empty room and suddenly froze in place.

Grandma He, Grandma He?

She saw the open window and walked over blankly. She looked up and saw a snow-white cloud of paper cranes rising slowly, facing the bright moonlight, and disappearing into the clouds...

…

Osaka.

The paper crane lying in Yurina's palm trembled slightly.

Under Yurina's gaze, the paper crane flapped its wings and flew. Even though there was a charred bullet mark on its back, it did not affect its movement at all, and it floated straight into the sky.

The moment she saw the bullet marks, Yurina finally understood why she had no wounds on her body after being taken to the warehouse by the gangsters and shot...

She originally thought that the opponent had missed the target, but now it seems that it was the paper crane hidden on her body that helped her escape.

Yurina watched with her own eyes as the paper crane flew into the sky and disappeared into the clouds. A moment later, a huge cloud of paper cranes rolled out from the night sky and headed straight towards Yurina!

These paper cranes surrounded Yurina, like a gust of snow-white crane wind slowly spinning. Yurina stood in the center of the cranes, looking at it all in a daze.

Then, these paper cranes gradually gathered in Yurina's right hand, and their bodies were disassembled and turned into pieces of white paper, which folded together automatically...

The outline of a white paper knife with a sheath appeared among the cranes.

Seeing this scene, the yellow-robed oracle frowned slightly.

As expected... Amemiya Haruki raised the corner of his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. The knife is on you.

As the paper crane disappeared, a complete white long sword was quietly held in Yurina's hand. There were shallow creases left on the scabbard, spreading like a spider web.

Yurina's black hair was spread out behind her. She stood in the rain, staring blankly at the knife in her hand, as if she saw the white cranes folded in Grandma Tsuru's palm with a smile.

This is the Huojin sword that Yuuri Heize left for her.

The third of the Nine Swords of Huojin, [Chizuru].

"Another sword master has appeared?" The yellow-robed Oracle frowned as he looked at the young Yurina. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "No, she has not become a sword master yet. It's just that this sword is protecting her..."

"You are wrong."

The corners of Amamiya Haruki's mouth slightly raised, "Since this sword has come to her side on its own initiative, it means that she has the qualifications to become a sword master. She is only one step away from becoming the true master of Huojin Sword."

"But she hasn't drawn her sword yet, has she?" The Yellow Robe Oracle stared at Yurina, "What if she herself doesn't want to become the Master of the Huojin Sword?"

Amamiya Haruki frowned slightly as if he had thought of something.

The yellow-robed oracle shocked Amamiya Haruki away, and slowly spoke to the young Yurina:

"You are Yuuri Kurozhe's daughter, right?"

"yes……"

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"Then do you know what that knife in your hand is?"

Yurina was stunned, and after hesitating for a moment, she shook her head blankly.

"That is the Huojin Sword that represents disaster and curse. Every Huojin Sword Master is doomed to die a violent death, and there is absolutely no good ending." The yellow-robed Oracle said calmly, with a sense of majesty in his words, "The moment you pull it out and become the Huojin Sword Master, you will be wanted by the Pure Land and become a Fierce Ghost-level wanted criminal, hunted by the Oracle... just like your father.

From now on, you will no longer be able to live an ordinary and happy life. You will always hide in this city like a rat, and we will eventually find you and kill you.

The God you believe in will no longer protect you, and this country will become your enemy.

Do you...really want to be a 'bad guy'?"

The yellow-robed oracle paused for a moment and continued, "You are still a child. There is no need for you to embark on this extremely evil path. Hand over the knife to me, and you can continue to live your life happily. The gods will continue to protect everything you have, and you can grow up safely..."

Yurina held Chizuru in her arms and stood alone in the heavy rain. The rain wet her messy black hair. She looked quietly at the beautiful long sword in her hand, as if she was thinking about something.

Grow up peacefully?

A sad smile appeared on Yurina's face.

The word "stability" had never appeared in her thirteen years of life... It was not until she came to the Black Sycamore Club that she briefly experienced what it felt like to be at home, but now, everything was shattered again.

Brother Nanaya, Brother Kogane, Brother Amemiya, they are not ordinary people. Even Uncle Kyosuke has become a mysterious man who is suspected to be their father. They are all wanted criminals.

As a child growing up in this country, the only place that gave her warmth and made her feel genuinely happy was a family made up of so-called "evil people"...

The "good guy" left her covered in wounds, but the "bad guy" gave her warmth and laughter.

She raised her head and looked behind the yellow-robed oracle, at the hundreds of people kneeling on the ground like ants, her eyes full of complex expressions.

Are those people lying on the ground like dogs really what "people" should be like? Is this what the gods want them to be like? Is this the result of the gods' protection?

Do the gods really care about their life or death?

If they cared, where were the gods when she was kidnapped and beaten by the gangsters? Where were the gods when her house was ransacked? When she and Grandma He were forced to live in a container and had no food to eat... where were the gods?

Yurina could hardly tell what was good and what was evil.