Chapter 73: Yoru's Master-Level Combat Skills, Another Ability User in Tokyo
Looking at Kure Raian who was eager to try, Yoru revealed a kind smile.
"Yeah, what about it?"
Without any hesitation, Raian's face, which could have been considered handsome, twisted like an evil spirit.
"Let's kill each other!"
Yoru's first reaction:
Are you fcking sick in the head?*
On second thought.
Kure Raian was indeed mentally unstable.
This genius of the Kure Clan could be described with two words.
Madman.
Homicidal maniac.
Judging from his performance in the original plot, picking a fight here just because others in the gym discussed and praised Yoru fit Raian's twisted logic perfectly.
He wasn't really a fighter. The identity of a fighter was just a title for Raian to find strong opponents to kill and satisfy his bloodlust.
Nothing else mattered.
"I'm not in the mood today."
Yoru yawned and said nonchalantly.
"So, get out of the way."
His behavior, reflected in Raian's eyes, instantly ignited the anger and killing intent in Raian's heart.
"Interesting, too interesting."
Raian let out a maniacal laugh, gritting his teeth. Like a beast waiting for an opportunity, his gaze locked onto Yoru's shoulders.
"Still want to fight..."
Yoru knew that a well-trained professional assassin like Raian would judge the enemy's next move by locking onto their shoulders and hips during combat.
This was enough proof.
The opponent was ready to start killing him.
"So troublesome. Come on then."
The moment Yoru's voice fell, Raian, with a ferocious and twisted face, had already flashed in front of him.
Bending slightly and accumulating power in his body, Raian threw a simple but heavy straight punch towards Yoru's chest with a sound of breaking air.
Snap.
To Raian's surprise.
before his punch was fully extended, while his elbow was still bent, Yoru stepped forward proactively and caught his fist with his palm.
"Is that it?"
Hearing Yoru's light chuckle, a calmness completely different from his manic expression flashed in Raian's eyes.
"You bastard..."
The killing intent on Raian grew heavier.
After this first round of exchange, he realized one thing.
The opponent wasn't just an ordinary person.
Neutralizing his straight punch by catching it with a palm before it reached maximum power.
This was a genuine combat skill.
It sounded simple, but with Raian's strength and explosive power, how easy could it be to neutralize a straight punch from him?
To do this, eyesight, judgment, and strength were all indispensable.
His move was predicted by Yoru.
"Jeet Kune Do?"
Raian thought this, but his movements didn't slow down at all. forming his left hand into a claw, he grabbed directly at Yoru's lower abdomen.
As mentioned before, Raian wasn't really a fighter.
The Kure Clan was a family of professional assassins for centuries.
What Raian excelled at wasn't combat sports skills, but killing techniques with no rules, aimed only at killing, where every strike was lethal.
The next second, something happened that he found hard to accept.
Before Raian's left claw could grab Yoru's lower abdomen, he felt his body inexplicably go airborne.
Immediately after, the white wall in front of him got closer and closer in his vision.
Bang!!!
His head was slammed heavily against the wall. A normal person would have been knocked unconscious by now.
Even for Raian, under the double impact of Yoru's throwing force and his own momentum, he saw stars, and dizziness swept through his brain.
"Tai... Tai Chi?"
Raian had seen fighters who practiced multiple combat styles.
But looking at Yoru's appearance, he was at most seventeen or eighteen.
Could he cultivate two martial arts styles to such a level at such a young age?
This guy...
Is he a combat genius?
Looking at Raian thrown to the ground, Yoru still wore a kind smile and asked softly.
"Still want to fight?"
Of course, Yoru hadn't practiced any combat skills.
But.
He had a cheat.
So far, Yoru had devoured thousands of evil spirits.
Among these thousands of evil spirits, there were martial artists who practiced combat skills in their lifetimes.
As martial artists, their greatest obsession in life was naturally the improvement of their martial arts and strength.
After these evil spirits were devoured, these memories became Yoru's possessions.
Yoru could re-watch the cultivation process of these people from a third-person perspective repeatedly, even adjusting the speed and zooming in on details.
Just like watching a 3D movie.
This was technical enhancement.
And the physical enhancement brought by constantly devouring evil spirits was the foundation for perfectly displaying the techniques of these combat schools.
The sword techniques Yoru used when slaying evil spirits came from this too.
He didn't use combat skills before because it wasn't necessary.
With his strength, he didn't need so many fancy techniques; brute force was enough.
But when needed like this, he wouldn't hold back.
"You bastard..."
Raian gritted his teeth and quickly got up from the ground, bending his waist even lower, almost like a beast on all fours.
"I'll kill you!"
Veins bulged on Raian's neck, and a faint black aura emerged around his body.
"Removal, output rate 100..."
Bang!
Before Raian could finish, the locker room door was suddenly kicked open.
A girl with long straight black hair in a Hime cut, wearing a tracksuit and having the same black sclera and white pupils as Raian, walked in quickly.
She first scanned the locker room. When she saw Yoru standing there, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
And when she saw Raian with veins bulging on his neck and surrounded by faint black aura, this surprise turned into shock.
"Stop!"
The girl walked up to Raian, put her hands on her hips, and spoke toughly.
"Great-Grandfather is very angry that you snuck out. Everyone is looking for you. Go back immediately!"
"Tch... that damn old man."
Raian wiped his mouth. Although he said that, he still straightened up, and the faint black aura around his body disappeared.
He walked towards the exit. Passing by Yoru, he gritted his teeth and said.
"Kid, just you wait. Next time I see you..."
"Heh."
Before Raian could finish, Yoru interrupted with a disdainful chuckle.
"Beaten into such a pathetic state (B-State) and still talking tough? Go back quickly, or you'll get spanked by your parent."
"You bastard..."
Raian gritted his teeth, his face turning purple.
If it were pure mockery, he wouldn't be like this.
Mainly because he just got beaten up by Yoru. Although he didn't use the Secret Technique: Removal and wasn't at full strength, it was humiliating enough.
Plus...
When Raian was young, he was indeed spanked many times by the current patriarch of the Kure Clan, Kure Erioh.
Yoru's words recalled those painful and shameful memories.
Raian gave Yoru a deep look, finally snorted coldly, and strode out the door.
He vowed to repay this humiliation with his own hands in the future.
He would definitely tear this kid into pieces bit by bit to relieve the hatred in his heart!
After Raian walked out, the girl with the Hime cut walked up to Yoru, revealed an innocent smile, and extended her right hand.
"I am Kure Karla. Sorry for the trouble my clan member caused you."
"Mmhmm, no problem."
Seeing Yoru didn't introduce himself, Karla didn't mind.
When she walked to the locker room door, she heard a voice from behind.
"A piece of advice."
Yoru spoke faintly.
"It's best to let that guy just now leave Kyoto as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Karla turned around and looked at Yoru with interest, finally nodding with a sweet smile.
"Mmhmm, I'll remember. Thanks for the reminder."
Then, Karla turned and left.
Looking at the messy locker room, Yoru shook his head and muttered to himself.
"So troublesome."
Although Raian was a fighter, he was ultimately just a human.
If Yoru didn't use any abilities and relied only on physical fitness and combat skills, they could still have a fight.
But if he released the power of the Pale Ghost Hand—without even needing to merge, just summoning it—Raian couldn't resist at all.
The ability of Soul Manifestation, even just Miko's Hyakume, was a purely higher-dimensional strike against fighters.
Therefore, Yoru didn't fear Raian's so-called revenge.
He was worried about something else.
Kyoto was different from other cities.
Here, there were "Doors."
Humans with twisted desires would be manipulated by evil spirits whose power was growing daily, and even their souls would merge with evil spirits.
Twisted desires.
Kure Raian was the most mentally unstable and twisted human Yoru had ever seen.
This guy was a human killing machine, his heart filled with crazy killing intent.
Simply the perfect candidate for evil spirit possession.
Moreover, Raian was a fighter with powerful physical fitness. Even unarmed, killing dozens of armed elite police officers would be no problem at all.
If such a heinous criminal difficult for ordinary people to restrain appeared in Kyoto, how serious would the impact be on the "Door"?
Find a chance to kill Kure Raian?
The moment this thought arose, Yoru shook his head and rejected it.
He had already conflicted with Raian. Once Raian died in Kyoto, the Kure Clan's first suspect would be him.
The Kure Clan wasn't the police. As a family of assassins for generations, they didn't need evidence; mere suspicion was enough reason to act.
Yoru didn't fear the Kure Clan, but it would be best to reduce trouble.
"Consider it later."
Yoru shook his head and put this issue aside for now.
Anyway, if Raian were possessed and manipulated by an evil spirit, he would act directly and kill him without hesitation.
And to prevent future trouble.
The entire Kure Clan could go on the road with him.
.....
Meanwhile, in the Bureau Chief's Office of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department.
Soichiro Yagami, who had just finished a meeting, rubbed the space between his eyebrows, sat behind the desk, and sighed heavily.
"Onimaru Kunitsuna exhibition... why at this time?"
With elites transferred from various city police departments and increased patrol intensity, the crime rate in Kyoto finally dropped slightly.
But before Soichiro Yagami could report the results to his superiors, this situation suddenly arose.
A famous sword of Onimaru Kunitsuna's level couldn't be measured by money anymore.
If any accident happened during the exhibition, it wouldn't just be a matter for the Kyoto Metropolitan Police.
It would be top news across the entire Sakura Prefecture.
At this critical juncture, absolutely no accidents could occur.
Just then, Soichiro Yagami's phone suddenly rang.
His tightly furrowed brows relaxed a bit upon seeing the caller ID.
"Light."
"Father."
Yagami Light's voice on the other end carried a smile.
"Is your work going well recently?"
Soichiro Yagami smiled and replied gently.
"Not bad."
He was extremely satisfied with this son.
Handsome appearance, top-notch academic and athletic performance, even evaluated as a perfect student by teachers.
Moreover.
Light once said his future ambition was to first get into To-Oh University (University of Tokyo equivalent), and then through unremitting efforts, become a police officer like his father Soichiro Yagami, acting for justice.
Having such a son and a lovely daughter, Soichiro Yagami felt he was too lucky, simply a winner in life.
"Father, after the spring exams end and spring break starts, I want to come to Kyoto to see you."
Hearing this, Soichiro Yagami smiled.
"Sure. Since I was transferred to the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department, we father and son haven't seen each other for nearly half a year. How about bringing your mother and sister along? I'll take a few days off then, and we can have fun in Kyoto as a family."
Immediately after, Soichiro Yagami added.
"Of course, the premise is that you get good grades in this spring exam."
"Don't worry."
Light's voice carried absolute confidence.
"I will still be first in the whole school this time, just like in junior high."
"That's good."
"Okay, then I won't disturb Father's work."
"Mmhmm."
After hanging up the phone, Yagami Light, in his bedroom in Tokyo, put down his phone.
His gaze fell on the news photo of the Kyoto Municipal Kindergarten on his computer screen.
In the photo were the police officers facing a formidable enemy, exuding an oppressive and tense atmosphere.
And...
An old, abrupt wooden door in the open space, emitting viscous black aura.
Light stared at the photo on the screen, pondering in his mind.
All hostages escaped successfully, but the building was blown up—this completely defied normal logic.
Light tried asking about the details of the Kyoto Municipal Kindergarten incident.
Although the answer was that it was confidential police information not to be disclosed.
But just this sentence was enough.
Light could tell his father was hiding something.
If the investigation was fully concluded and the case officially closed, why hide it?
Until now, the police hadn't announced the full details of the hostage rescue.
Light searched on the internet and found a rumor similar to an urban legend saying that the one who saved all the hostages wasn't the police, but a mysterious person wearing a black mask.
Normally, he definitely wouldn't take this to heart.
But combined with his father's strange behavior and the abnormal logic in the case.
And most importantly.
This news photo where no one but him noticed the anomaly.
"Could it be... there is someone in Kyoto with the same ability as me?" (Note: Implying he can see supernatural things/Death Note related).
"Interesting. This originally boring and rotten world is becoming more and more interesting."
....
Wednesday noon, inside Class 1-A.
Today was the first day of the two-day spring exams.
For Yoru, a mere high school exam posed absolutely no difficulty.
He filled out the answer sheet in less than twenty minutes for a test stipulated to take two and a half hours.
For the remaining time, he chose to close his eyes and rest.
He originally wanted to sleep, but to prevent forgetting Mai's existence after falling asleep, he could only relieve his fatigue slightly.
However, in the eyes of his classmates, he was just sleeping.
Besides Yoru, there was an even heavier-weight contestant who had fallen into dreamland from the moment the test paper was handed out.
That was Touma Kazusa.
Unlike Yoru.
She gave up on the exam directly, not even writing her name.
Anyway, with Touma Kazusa's grades, writing was equal to writing in vain.
"Those two... will definitely be last and second to last this time, right?"
"Does that even need saying? Guess who is last?"
"Obviously Touma. At least Yoru wrote for twenty minutes. Although he seemed to give up in the end, he probably guessed a few multiple-choice questions right, so he shouldn't get a zero."
"Whatever. There are still exams in the afternoon and tomorrow. It's really tiring."
"After the exams, we're off on Friday. Where should we go to relax? Karaoke?"
"I heard the famous sword Onimaru Kunitsuna is holding an exhibition here recently. Want to go see it?"
"Nah, what's so good about that thing? Just a sword."
...
Obviously.
In the impression of the classmates, Yoru, who slept all day and openly played with his phone even when awake recently, couldn't possibly get good grades.
Little did they know, their vision was too small.
Yoru's mind was focused on how to solve Sakurajima Mai's Adolescence Syndrome, the purpose of the Kure Clan coming to Kyoto, and the plan to return Onimaru Kunitsuna to its "original owner" (steal it).
As for exams?
Except for being first in the grade and getting full marks in all subjects, there was no second possibility.