Chapter:106
Title: The Hunt Begins
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The air was thick with tension as Rajesh, Sakamoto, and Jayesh stood amidst the ruins of India. Rajesh's voice broke the silence, his tone urgent. "We need to go. Now."
Jayesh nodded, his expression grim. "We don't have much time." He rose to his feet, his fists clenched, but Sakamoto said something totally different . "I need to get stronger. Strong enough to protect everyone in this world. My abilities… they're not enough."
He turned to Jayesh, his eyes filled with determination. "I want to learn your lightweight technique."
Jayesh's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "It took me ages to master that. What you need now is to figure out how to control the Cursed Sun powers form within you."
Sakamoto shook his head, his voice heavy with regret. "I don't need it. If it were good enough, I would have saved everyone. This country wouldn't have been destroyed."
Before Jayesh could respond, the sound of a news broadcast echoed through the air. The trio turned to see a helicopter flying over the area with large camera capturing everything on site, but Sakamoto's picture, was been displayed all over the media the caption beneath it damning, *The Cause of India's Destruction.* The media personnel spoke with a tone of finality. "We've traced the source of this catastrophe to this man. Sakamoto, a rogue hunter from Seoul, is responsible for the devastation."
Every president from each faction watched the broadcast, their expressions a mix of shock and anger. In his office, Mujin slammed his fist on the desk, his voice filled with frustration. "Shit. It keeps getting worse and worse, every minute."
Back in India, the situation escalated quickly. Hundreds of citizens that where left began to gather, their faces twisted with anger and fear. Some pointed at Sakamoto, their voices rising in a cacophony of accusations.
"That's him! Let's get him!"
"He's a serial killer!"
"I'll take his head! It's worth a billion after all! That sets me up for life!"
The crowd surged forward, their chants growing louder and more frenzied. **"Kill the monster! Kill the monster!"** They carried knives, blades, and makeshift weapons, their eyes filled with a dangerous mix of fear and greed.
Jayesh grabbed Sakamoto and Rajesh by the shoulders, his voice urgent. "Let's go. We can't get involved with these people."
**WHOOSH!**
In an instant, they vanished, reappearing beside a house in the low quarters of the destroyed city, far away from the chaos. Jayesh's lightweight technique had carried them to safety in the blink of an eye. The trio blended into the shadows, their movements swift and silent as they began their journey out of India.
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**Meanwhile, in a House Building**
Rokky sat in a dimly lit room, a beer in hand as he watched the news. He chuckled, his laughter bitter. "How can one guy be framed for so many things he didn't do?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "This world's gone mad."
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**Mujin's Office**
The phone rang incessantly, its shrill tone cutting through the tension in the room. Mujin finally picked it up, his voice tense. "Mujin speaking."
On the other end, Zichen, the president of the Chinese Hunter Association, spoke with a tone of authority. "I've received the letter you sent. I suggest the hunter in question—Sakamoto—be brought before the Sovereign Union Association Court for a hearing."
Before Mujin could respond, the line went dead. He exhaled sharply, his frustration evident. Akebi stepped forward, her expression concerned. "The Sovereign Union? That's the body that governs the other hunter associations. If we can't prove Sakamoto's innocence, they'll condemn him to Alcatraz island ."
Mujin nodded, his hands clasped together as he calculated their next move. "Yeah, Alcatraz is a prison for the worst of the worst. We're going to have to find Rokky ourselves. It's going to be a mission for the young hunters to track him down."
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**In a Long Hall**
A man dressed in black papal robes walked forward, his movements slow and deliberate. He knelt before Charles the Fat III, his head bowed. "Greetings, Your Lordship."
Charles leaned back in his chair, his expression dark. "Headless has failed. I don't usually call you for things like this, but I'm running out of time. I need the boy—Sakamoto. Track him down with everything you've got."
The Black Pope nodded, his voice calm but resolute. "As you wish."
He rose to his feet and turned to leave, his robes flowing behind him. As he walked away, Charles muttered under his breath, "A rogue hunter from Seoul… whose father is the chief of police and a wealthy bastard. And here his son is, a professional killer, how amazing Black Pope" he said.
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