Chapter 37
Replacement, that's how the leader is.
Finding such things is an extremely simple matter for a Saniwa with profound spiritual power.
The invisible spiritual power spread out in an instant, taking everything into view, just like God, nothing could escape the detection of the spiritual power.
Dongshu frowned slightly, then gently waved his hand. An ancient array was constructed and spread from his fingertips, flickering and revealing its presence in the darkness.
In the instant the connection was established, Fuyuki was the first to pass through the teleportation array. The objects changed, the space shifted, and the things in front of him changed in an instant.
She recognized the person in front of her and decisively ordered, "Grab him!"
"yes!"
"clear!"
Hirano Toushirou and Maeda Toushirou, who were right behind him, darted past Fuyuki, their short swords moving with extreme speed, the gleaming blades pressed against the man's vitals.
The man struggled to manipulate the object in his hands, but was knocked away by the sharp-eyed Ran Toushirou. The black-haired short swordsman's eyes were full of sharpness, and the main sword in his hand pressed tightly against the man's neck, revealing traces of blood.
"Behave yourself!"
Yagen Fujishi caught up immediately, pinned the man to the ground, and the three blades worked together to subdue him, giving him no chance to resist.
Fuyuki waved his hand, destroying the spiritual artifact that had fallen to the ground. It was an artifact from the government that was marked with a teleportation array, which had been stolen by this despicable person.
Dongshu slowly approached, looking up at the person who had been restrained. She was puzzled by the spiritual energy she sensed; he was clearly a hundred years old, yet he appeared to be only fifty.
The man's dark red eyes were fixed on her, but he was unable to move. He gave a strange smile and said in a rough, hoarse voice, "You've come after all."
Fuyuki looked at him strangely, not thinking too much about it. What was more important now was the whereabouts of the two great swords. The existence of the tsukumogami should have been as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark, but it was unknown how they had been hidden.
She only found this one person who was tainted by the aura of a tsukumogami, but as things stand now, it doesn't seem to be this person.
A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on the man. Black mist swirled around his wrist, which was covered by his sleeve, as if he had suddenly become a different person. His red eyes turned into a deep black, as if they had accumulated the evil of the world, thick and addictive.
His muscles tensed, his whole body exerted force, and the suppressed short knife left bloody marks on his skin. The eerie black mist grew thicker and more viscous, inspiring terror.
Fuyuki frowned as she looked at him. This strange power carried the shadow of the world, which puzzled her.
But it's still too weak.
Behind him, strands of black hair floated gently up, and a powerful spiritual force pressed down on him. The black energy writhed and struggled, rolling incessantly. Frightening bulges appeared on the man's skin, as if some living thing had encountered a natural enemy and was trying to escape, but was trapped in its habitat and unable to flee.
Fuyuki could sense the life force of different origins hidden within the strange power, a chaotic and extremely disgusting feeling.
Is this why this person maintains a middle-aged appearance?
The man struggled to lift his head, his eyes fierce and resolute, yet also as if anticipating something, his dark red eyes filled with silence.
His expression remained calm and composed.
In the spacious room, the man was pinned to the ground in a disheveled state, only able to look up. Dongshu stood two steps away from him, frowning as she continued to use her spiritual power to expel the strangeness from his body.
The spirits gripped their own swords tightly, scattered throughout the room, yet subtly centered around the Saniwa. It was a resolute protective stance, ensuring that no one could cross their lines and harm the young Saniwa.
The man scoffed, taking in the small figure of Dongshu.
It's like a group of evil dragons protecting a weak and helpless cat. When the cat smiles at them, the dragons soften their scales and reveal their softest side to please the cat.
That's amazing.
However, he curled the corners of his mouth and wondered what would happen if such a child were forced into darkness.
His skin cracked, and a glaring red gushed out, instantly soaking his clothes with bright red blood. The blood spread from beneath the man, and his eyes, filled with gloom, lost their luster.
He struggled his whole life, so let him make one last change at this final moment.
Is the world destined to bring him to an end?
His greatest enemy is not any existence, but the nothingness of time.
He, the thief of this time, will eventually have to return what does not belong to him.
The flesh disintegrated, gradually revealing the stark white bones. This man, whom she had only met less than two minutes ago, suddenly lost all signs of life and collapsed on the cold ground.
The sudden turn of events shocked the blades, but the tsukumogami, who had seen many storms, were not frightened by such a thing.
Their only concern was whether the young minds of their Saniwa, who had never seen the darkness of the world, would be frightened.
Fuyuki's eyes flickered slightly, and soon everything in front of him was separated by Yamato no Kami Yasusada's warm hand. The gentle voice of the katana sounded in his ear: "Master, don't look."
The winter tree obediently remained still.
The ground was covered in bright red blood and shattered white bones—the remains of a life that had just been struggling.
Fuyuki found it all absurd.
My fingers trembled slightly; it was utterly absurd, and a strange emotion welled up inside me. I could faintly hear a sound in the air.
"Ah, even in death you have to leave behind some trouble, you really are..."
The surrounding scenery was distorted, time and space fluctuated, and everything began to change subtly.
Fuyuki felt the hand on her eyelid disappear, blinked, and suddenly the warm sunlight and the vibrant natural atmosphere appeared before her eyes.
The powerful sunlight dispelled her inner fear and disbelief.
In an instant, from a dark room to the light of nature.
Dongshu's mind calmed down strangely, and she asked crisply, "Who are you?"
"Hmph, guess?"
The boy sitting on the swing under the tree swayed back and forth, his hands outstretched but not gripping the ropes on either side, yet miraculously he didn't fall off the swing.
Fuyuki blinked and walked towards him. The swing gradually stopped as she approached, and the dazzling sunlight fell on the two people gazing at each other.
They simply gazed at each other in silence, letting the breeze caress them and the fallen leaves drift by.
The boy broke the silence first. He shrugged, looking somewhat helpless, and said in a strange tone, "Alright, my dear little one, what lies before you is the supreme world consciousness."
"Um... For ease of address, you can call me Mr. Ke Xue."
He thought for a moment, then put on a serious expression, and nodded solemnly after speaking.
“Um…” Fuyuki choked for a moment, blinked, and still followed his lead, “Hello, Mr. Ke Xue.”
The little girl's soft voice completely calmed the restless heart that was filled with world consciousness.
Mr. Ke waved his hand, and the seeds began to germinate beneath the soil. They contained vitality, and soon the seedlings broke through the soil, the leaves unfolded, and the stems and roots grew. The growth of the roots provided stable support, and the petals unfolded and released fragrant substances.
The branches intertwined, their distinct shapes unfolding before him. Ke Xue raised his hand, bowing slightly with a gentlemanly air, his eyes sparkling: "Please, my lovely little one."
Winter Tree sat down. The newborn plants were resilient and full of life, soothing her soul. A cute little flower bud squeezed into her arms, trembled delicately, and nestled in Winter Tree's hand, rubbing against her affectionately.
Fuyuki cradled the adorable little cutie in her arms and tilted her head: "So, Mr. Ke Xue, what brings you here?"
Her sudden departure will surely cause everyone concern.
Mr. Ke nodded, as if he knew her worries, and reassured her, "Don't worry, no matter how much time passes here, it's only a moment in reality."
He winked playfully: "After all, the myriad thoughts in your mind only last for a fleeting moment~"
Dongshu nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Mr. Ke Xue closed his eyes and coughed twice, straightening his expression. The swing beneath him began to sway again, and his gaze flashed over the flower bud in Dong Shu's arms: "Now we're getting to the point. Listen carefully, after all, you are the child who inherited the identity of the pillar of the dark side."
His tone was meaningful, and his beautiful blue eyes, hidden behind his non-prescription glasses, appeared dull.
—
A few days later, Fuyuki lay on the table looking at the content displayed on the terminal, which was a video recording from a leader of another world.
It's an edited version with added special effects.
As she looked on, a look of sudden realization dawned on her face, and she clenched her right fist into her left palm: "So that's what the leader is like!"
The little paper figure squatting beside the terminal nodded in deep agreement and said proudly, "Of course, this is the leader of my organization that controls the night."
The cactus in the pot next to it waved its short thorns weakly.
No! Don't do that!
Don't let the dark side of his family be like this!
[Author's Note]
Who are they imitating? [doge emoji]
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