#hisui nagare | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

itsuki-minamy · 7 months

Text

"K - RETURN OF KINGS" (Novel)

CHAPTER 11: MEETING

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

The students were the first to react to the column of light.

At that time, it was just after school in Gakuenjima. After a long class, several students begin to stretch their wings. Some people go to club activities, others start talking about playing, and others prepare to go home. How they enjoy their freedom varies from person to person.

Among them, Sota Mishina was forced to do housework.

"Why the hell should I do something like this...?"

While he muttered to himself, he carried the many materials that the teacher had given him and headed to the warehouse. It was on the way that he noticed a column of light.

"What's that?"

The students around the glowing green light pillar were also buzzing around, some holding their tan PDAs and trying to take pictures. Mishina would have done the same if he had free time, but unfortunately he was full of luggage. He then approached the window and tried to look closer.

At that moment, the window exploded.

"Wah?!"

He couldn't help but fall on my butt and the materials were scattered throughout the hallway. As if he was fleeing from danger, Mishina began to back away with his butt pressed to the ground. As the window suddenly burst, he thought something had been thrown from outside.

But it was different. The force that broke the window came from the inside, not the outside.

Mishina realized that that power resided in his own hands. He looked in horror at his hand, which was emitting a mysterious light.

"Mishina, are you okay?!"

His classmate Inaba ran towards him. Mishina tried to ask for help.

"Kyaaaah!"

Inaba's hands also emitted red light.

"What?!"

The red light burned Mishina's bangs and spread to the nearby curtains. As the curtains burst into flames, screams could be heard from the surrounding area. No, not only that. The surrounding students also emitted light, causing confusion everywhere.

"W-what is this?!"

"Oh, I don't know either!"

Mishina was screaming against the wall and Inaba was no longer trying to get closer. Mishina's hand and Inaba's hand were each enveloped in a different color of light. If that is a source of danger, approaching someone would put them and others at risk.

"What is happen...?!"

Mishina cautiously stood up and looked out the window; His eyes widened.

He could see the school building, the club building, and the playground from the window, and he saw flashes of light and columns of smoke rising.

Unsure of his feet, Mishina put his hand against the window. His hands were shining. Mishina swallowed, seeing that as proof that the world had changed forever.

+++++++++++

"That is...!"

Kukuri Yukizome ran out of the school building and gasped at the sight.

Gakuenjima was in an uproar. The students were running and the teachers were trying to guide them. However, the teachers were unable to control their power, which contributed to the chaos. Exposed to the red light, wooden benches caught fire and streetlights hit by green lightning short-circuited and exploded. An unbridled power attacked the people, making them flee in terror.

Kukuri recognized that scene.

"It's like that time a year ago..."

A year ago, the school occupation incident. The school was occupied by a mysterious group and the students, including Kukuri, were trapped by them. Kukuri remembered that the group at that time had certainly used similar powers.

However, Kukuri immediately denied it.

"No, it's different. Back then, those people were using strange powers. But now, it seems that everyone in the school has been taken over by strange powers..."

Kukuri tried to remember in detail what happened a year ago. Perhaps because of the shocking experience of being held hostage, her memories of him were only hazy.

What he remembers are his eyes.

Two wet, glaring eyes looked at Kikuri from the darkness. However, she felt as if dozens of people were staring at her. Exposed to that gaze, Kukuri was too scared to move. Like a pitiful rabbit thrown before a fox, she could only stare at him, trembling, as her eyes closed in...

The next thing she knew, Kuro was holding her back.

With his help, Kukuri evacuated to a safe place without knowing why. However, the fear and anxiety did not disappear. She was afraid of not knowing. Like a child afraid of the dark, Kukuri could only tremble along with her classmates.

That fear has returned for the first time in a year. Kukuri bit her lip and placed her hand on her swaying chest.

Her hand began to glow.

Like that time a mysterious force took over her.

An instinctive fear welled up from the depths of her memory. Kukuri closed her eyes and screamed, trying to push her hand away from him.

"No!"

"Kukuri!"

Someone screamed and grabbed Kukuri's hand.

The glow on her hands gradually weakened and disappeared. Kukuri watched, blinking. Her own hand and Shiro's hand holding her.

"Hey, good. We're on time."

"Shiro-kun...? Kuro-kun and Wagahai-chan too."

The person who was smiling gently was a boy named Isana Yashiro, whom she had met just a month ago. Kuro and Neko are there too. She didn't know how it worked, but she realized that he had stopped her from losing control and lowered her head in panic.

"Thank you, Shiro-kun."

"No, it's fine. I would prefer that..."

When he was about to say that, Shiro shook his head with a smile on his face.

Seeing that smile, Kukuri felt a strange feeling.

She has not had a long relationship with Shiro. She can't even count the number of conversations they've had.

However, she felt that something like this had happened before. Kukuri was attacked by "something", but Shiro rescued her. Even though it shouldn't have happened and even though she doesn't remember it, she felt that Shiro had always helped her.

When she was about to confirm that, Kuro opened his mouth.

"Kukuri. I have a favor to ask of you."

Kukuri asked again with wide eyes.

"Huh, me?"

"Ah. It's something only you can do."

Kuro's expression was very serious and Neko nodded her head. Kukuri looked around her. Although her own power has diminished, the chaos continues and it is unclear how much damage it has caused. She didn't think that she, a mere student, could do anything in this situation.

But...

She constantly received help from Kuro, Neko and Shiro. If there is anything Kukuri can do for them, she will do it.

Kukuri nodded and said resolutely.

"...Yes. Tell me what I can do!"

+++++++++++

And then the light went out.

The column of light that penetrated from the underground to the heavens suddenly disappeared without warning. In the blink of an eye, the light particles dissolved into the air, leaving only silence as if nothing had happened.

"It has disappeared...?"

"No."

Hisui Nagare leaned forward and responded to someone's murmur.

"This is the true form and true brilliance of the "Dresden Slate", the treasure that creates the "King". What a joy. I am moved."

His tone was calm, but it was obvious to everyone that Nagare was excited. His cheeks are cheerful and his eyes shine. It was a natural reaction since a lifelong wish had come true. Just as Nagare had said, the "Slate" was glowing.

In contrast to when the pillars of light roared, the current "Slate" shines with a calm light, like the surface of a lake reflecting moonlight. Although the intensity of the liberation is no longer present, the brilliance of it is imbued with an intangible divinity.

Mishakuji put his hand on his cheek and murmured dreamily.

"Light that transforms the world. How beautiful..."

"Hey, Nagare, will this become a new world from now on?"

Nagare shook his head at Sukuna's question.

"It's not going to change now. It's already changed."

"Already changed?"

Iwafune crossed his arms. The way he looks at the ''Slate'' is filled with an unchanging sense of resignation.

"The "Dresden Slate" is a device that allows all humans to evolve into kings like us. It was originally awakened by the "Silver King", but the stubborn elder of the "Golden King" suppressed its functions. Until now, this thing has been operating in safe mode."

"However, there is no longer anything that can stop the "Slate". With the "Slate" regaining its full power, all of humanity has evolved and the possibility of becoming a "King "has opened up."

"There is a possibility for all humanity..."

Sukuna gasped as he considered the meaning of those words.

"Okay, we're outside now."

Fushimi followed him and muttered to himself.

"...It's probably a disaster."

He has run the simulation many times. When people have power that cannot be regulated, they will fear it and use it because they are afraid. To protect himself, to satisfy his own desires. Unspeakable chaos and riots ensue. It is impossible for the powers that be to suppress it.

Countless people will die.

He recognizes it as the pain of childbirth.

"Yes. When previously powerless people gain supernatural powers, the existing order will be overturned and a new world will be born. A world where they can shape their own destiny."

"...A world where you can resist unreasonable death."

Iwafune's expression was dark. Only he knows Hisui Nagare's estimation. He realized that there is a world beyond the enormous sacrifices and mountain climbs.

Then, Nagare nodded silently.

"Affirmative."

Sukuna tilted his head, but immediately smiled confidently.

"Hmm... In other words, my future opponent is a king like Nagare. Great, my arms are ringing! The stronger the enemy, the more rewarding it will be to defeat him!"

Mishakuji suddenly laughed. He shifted his gaze towards the "Slate" and opened his arms as if to welcome it.

"A new world created by kings who compete with each other. A paradise will come for the fittest. We will become the flowers that bloom in that world."

Nagare stared at the Mishakuji. Iwafune and Nagare were not the only ones who suffered an unreasonable death. Does Mishakuji remember his past, or is he not the kind of person who gets caught up in those things? Even Nagare's brain could not measure it.

One thing was for sure, he was looking forward to that world.

That's good. It doesn't matter what dreams he has, as long as his goal is the same, there is no problem. The members there were like-minded people. At least, for now.

And Fushimi turned on his heel. Walking away in the opposite direction from the hiding place.

"...What a stupid thing."

Nagare didn't miss what he muttered. Nagare continued thinking as he watched Fushimi's back retreat.

+++++++++++

Prime Minister's Office.

It is said to be the most important place in the country, where the Prime Minister, the leader of Japan, holds office. For more than half a century since the end of the war, numerous management operations have been carried out in that room. Although there is a knot in the eye, the Cabinet Office still has the ultimate authority and has been able to deal with various situations.

However, all Prime Minister Kanichi Samukawa could do now was listen to the news on television.

"Now, I would like to inform you about the news regarding the increase in incidents related to unique abilities. Incidents related to unique abilities have been occurring frequently since the beginning of this year, but the number of incidents has increased explosively since around noon today. Taking the situation seriously, the government asks citizens to refrain from going out. Similar phenomena are also occurring in countries around the world."

"Please change the channel."

While he was muttering, the secretary hurriedly operated the remote control. However, when she changed the channel, all the broadcast stations, even those that were broadcasting anime even during the state of emergency, were covering this incident in a big way, which only added to Samukawa's stress.

Samukawa asked, drumming his fingers on the desk impatiently.

"Have you heard from "Jungle"?"

"Not yet."

"That's strange! I never heard that such a big disaster would occur! If this continues, it will become a diplomatic matter!"

"Even if you ask me, I don't know."

The secretary frowned in confusion. She was a woman in her twenties with beautiful eyebrows, but her biggest flaw was that she couldn't respond flexibly. Samukawa regretted his mistake in choosing that person and said that he did not choose her because of her appearance.

At that moment, his feet trembled and a roar echoed from somewhere.

"What?! What's going on?!"

As Samukawa looked around in a panic, a corner of the wall surrounding his office disappeared, as if it had been cut away, and began to reflect the scenery outside.

"This...! I can see through the wall!"

"Eh?"

The secretary was increasingly confused. Of course, since the Prime Minister suddenly started mumbling something strange.

However, Samukawa himself understood what had happened to him. That's a phenomenon that has been happening frequently since "Jungle", who suddenly awakened to supernatural powers one day, stole the "Slate" for ordinary humans. That's what happened to Samukawa.

However, that is not an immediate problem. The real problem was the view beyond the transparent wall.

The Strains that were emitting an unearthly glow were arriving in droves. They are destroying the main gate, knocking down the SP, shouting angrily and raising their fists, and are about to rush towards the official residence.

"There's a disturbance at my official residence! Come on, gakk!"

Samukawa turned his bright golden eyes towards the secretary and growled involuntarily. Her clothes were transparent and the lines of the secretary's body were clearly visible.

The reason why he couldn't help but look away was not because Samukawa was a gentleman, but because he was shy. The disturbance is a much more serious problem than the female body in front of him.

"No, someone protect me! Please call Munakata-kun!"

"But Prime Minister, you fired Reisi Munakata..."

"Oh, it's true!"

At the same time, he put his head in his hands, there was a loud knock on the office door, causing him to tremble.

Samukawa crouched under the desk. Crouched and trembling, he cried out in regret.

"Munakata-kun! It was my fault! Please help me!"

+++++++++++

Iwafune, who was lying on the couch, asked Nagare while he was playing with his PDA.

"Somehow, we have received a request for help from the Prime Minister's Office. What are we going to do about it?"

Nagare didn't even turn around. He replied casually as he looked at the glowing "Slate".

"At this stage, the importance of the existing national power has become extremely low. There is no need for us to help. We will ignore them."

"I understand."

Iwafune turned off the PDA and threw it away. Then, he stared at Nagare's back, standing in front of the "Slate".

Hisui Nagare had already been released from the straitjacket.

By connecting to the "Slate", he was able to gain almost unlimited abilities. Even without the straitjacket that traps supernatural powers inside him, Nagare can continue to "alter" his own death.

He can live.

From Iwafune's point of view, Nagare was just doing the obvious. It is natural for a living being to fight to survive.

Iwafune took a deep breath and muttered.

"That was long."

Nagare also responded without turning around.

"Affirmative. We had to hide for a long time to escape the pursuit of the "Golden King"."

"At that time, it even gave me chills. I never thought you would fight with the golden old man. And you were beaten."

"Kokujoji Daikaku was immature to get so nervous just because a child was jumping, even though he was an old man. I thought I was going to die. I regret that."

Iwafune laughed again at Nagare's words, which seemed to hit him from the bottom of his heart. Actually, in terms of insanity, Hisui Nagare is by far the best. At that time, no King would have even imagined that he would "challenge the great enlightenment of the country".

"Well, that's over now. The "Golden King" is dead and the "Slate" is ours."

"This isn't over yet."

Nagare said, interrupting Iwafune. Iwafune frowned suspiciously and saw several holograms appear above Nagare's head. Among the images of the Red, Blue, and Silver clans, there was one image that caught his attention.

Reisi Munakata.

The "Blue King", dressed in civilian clothes, walked calmly with a single man on his back.

Nagare muttered.

"This time it's the opposite of what happened a month ago. It's our turn to defend and their turn to attack."

"Looks like that guy hasn't learned the lesson."

After laughing at the irony, Iwafune suddenly had an idea.

"Is that why they closed the connecting passages besides the Yomito Gate?"

"Yes. At the same time, we are removing the civilians from around Yomito Gate and gathering the U-Ranks into this "secret base". This is an exceptional process, but we will maintain this system until everything is finished."

The clan members probably won't be able to fight the "King" too much. Furthermore, he recognized the man Munakata brought with him. The "Zenjo Demon". It is the pocket sword of the previous "Blue King" Habari Jin, and is also the man who killed Habari. Although he is a member of a clan, he is supposed to have power comparable to that of a "King".

Iwafune opened his mouth as he thought.

"So, you're assuming they'll even infiltrate the "secret base"?"

"However, the possibility of them reaching me and the "Slate" is not zero. But..."

Before Iwafune's eyes, his power increased.

A visibly green aura overflowed from Nagare's body. With that, Nagare slowly stood up from his wheelchair. He looked at the image above his head and smiled fearlessly.

"As long as I am connected to the "Slate", there is no time limit for me. It is infinite. There is no chance they can defeat me. It is zero."

Then, Nagare looked at Iwafune again.

"Therefore, it makes no sense to place two "Kings" in this place. Iwa-san, please welcome the "Blue King"."

"Huh? Is that what you expected too?"

"Possibilities always exist."

Iwafune took a deep breath and stood up.

He was thinking that he had finished everything he had to do and was just waiting to see what was left, but it seems that won't be the case. Well, if he thinks about it, although the threat still exists, there is no way Nagare will allow the "King", who has the greatest strength, to be idle. Iwafune stopped suddenly as he turned on his heel, wondering if this was his last task.

"If you have the power of that "Slate", you can release your "alteration" power to its full potential, right?"

When he said it, he wanted it to be something happy. The power of Negare that is directly connected to the "Slate" is as powerful as has never been seen before. It will probably surpass even Kokujoji Daikaku in its heyday.

Iwafune said laughing.

"So, could it be possible to change things in the past? For example, Iwa-san's losing horse racing ticket quickly turns into a winning ticket, and other things..."

It was just supposed to be a casual comment.

However, at that moment, what flashed through Iwafune's mind was a scene of ruins.

Kagutsu Genji. The "King" of violence. Hundreds of thousands of deaths were born as a result of that rampage. There are no signs of life in the completely destroyed city, and Iwafune is the only one walking in its midst. No matter who he calls, there is no voice that comes back. The people who loved him, the people he protected, disappeared from this world.

The "Slate" awakened all humanity to turn them into "Kings". They have gained the power to transcend cause and effect and distort phenomena.

If he used that power, he wondered if he could make that never happen.

That tragedy. That destruction. Even now, from this moment on, he could start again.

"I'm sorry. Iwa-san."

Nagare's words cut off Iwafune's delusions.

"Why do you apologize?"

"I can't do that. Not even I can change the past."

"......"

Seeing Nagare's apologetic expression, Iwafune felt ashamed and mocked himself.

"Well, that's true. There's no way there could be a story that good."

He shrugged. Although it was a joke, Iwafune was still ashamed of himself. He was ashamed that Nagare had seen past his selfish dreams.

They can't change what happened before. And he remembered that it was because of that tragedy that they are there today.

"I believe that working constantly and diligently is the shortest path to happiness. I'm leaving."

"Yes, take care."

Iwafune thought silently as he walked towards the exit of the "secret base".

(That's right. Changing the past and starting over isn't convenient, right?)

Nagare is looking at the "Slate". However, what he is really seeing is not a relic of the past. That is the future they are about to enter.

He will make all humans "kings" and push humanity to the next stage. For that reason Nagare died and for that reason he was revived. The new world that is about to begin is one in which he deserves to breathe.

(Your power is the power to change the present and change the future. So go ahead and remake this world, this giant toy box, however you want, Nagare.)

Smiling slightly, Iwafune left the "secret base".

"Please calm down and try calmly! You will be surprised to see that strange power suddenly appear, but it can be controlled!"

Kukuri, who was standing on the stage, issued a loud loudspeaker.

At first, the voice was so low that she was easily drowned out by the confusion caused by the supernatural powers. The students became frightened and ran away from fear because of the anxiety that an unknown power was coming from none other than themselves.

Still, Kukuri was unfazed and continued to encourage the others.

"Remember what happened a year ago. When this school was attacked. Just like that person who saved us back then!"

Meanwhile, students began to appear and responded to Kukuri's voice.

Like burned disaster victims, they began to gather around Kukuri. Their bodys emitted a supernatural light of red, blue and green.

Kukuri jumped off the stage and touched the bright red arm of the student in front. The student cowered in fear, but when Kukuri emitted a silver-white supernatural light, the red light was enveloped by her and disappeared.

"Uh... this..."

"It's okay. Calm down."

Kukuri smiled at the student, as if to reassure her. She was still confused for a moment, but then nodded slightly and crouched down, cradling her arms.

The surrounding students gasped when they saw that. They were scared and confused, but they found a ray of hope in what they had just seen.

Taking advantage of that opportunity, Kukuri once again turned on the speaker and raised her voice.

"This power is not to destroy anything! It is to protect ourselves! So please...!"

"A year ago..."

"Now that I think about it, there was someone who helped me back then..."

"What resides in us now is the same power that those people had! So please do not be afraid! You can control this yourselves! Once you have calmed down, tell the others that it is okay and they can control it!"

Little by little, people began to gather around Kukuri.

Although each of them emanated supernatural powers, they desperately tried to control it. Some crouched on the ground, while others held hands to prevent their powers from getting out of control.

The light of supernatural power was weakening. In proportion to that, their confusion decreased. The fear and anxiety had not completely disappeared. The students were still scared.

Even so, she could no longer find anything that was falling into chaotic chaos or reckless behavior. Reflecting the anxiety of disaster victims, they began to discover what they could do.

With a sigh of relief, Kukuri lowered the speaker.

(This is fine, Shiro-kun. Kuro-kun. Wagahai-chan.)

Supernatural powers have not disappeared. If another agitation occurs, their fear will return. If that happens, she will simply raise her voice again. She will share with everyone what she was taught and her willingness to face chaos.

(I do what I can only do. That's why...!)

With determination in her heart, Kukuri turned her eyes towards the sky.

In the distance, she could see an airship flying away from Gakuenjima.

+++++++++++

There was no one left around Yomito.

There was no one on the streets, neither in the offices nor in the shops. It was certainly a big problem for "Jungle" to be able to evacuate so quickly without resorting to public authority. Or perhaps he was already linked to public authority? Munakata thought so and denied it himself.

They are not interested in power. They can use it, but they will not consume it.

With that in mind, Munakata moved forward slowly.

Several members of the "Jungle" clan had already set up a blockade at the Yomito intersection. The words "KEEP OUT" written in large letters on the yellow tape made him laugh. It's like being a police officer.

The members of the Green Clan noticed Munakata's appearance and began to secretly whisper.

"Hey, in formation."

"Ah. Yes, according to the information."

Members of the ''Jungle'' clan emerge from the buildings around the intersection. All of them were armed with firearms. In normal times, that would be unlikely.

In that case, Munakata thought. It must be war time now. This is a war that ''Jungle'' wages against humanity.

Suddenly, a voice rang from behind.

"It seems that this is definitely the base of "Jungle"."

Munakata didn't look back. A sword demon following him like a shadow, Gouki Zenjo, responded as he looked ahead.

"Yes. That bright light was there for 15 minutes and 30 seconds. It's hard to miss."

"There are many enemies. Should I take the initiative?"

Zenjo, who belonged to the Blue Clan of the previous generation and waged a war against the demonic "Purgatory", would not be able to face an armed group of that caliber. If he was thinking about the future, he should have conserved his strength as much as possible.

Still, Munakata shook his head.

"No, it's okay. It's not your job to expose yourself."

"So, the boss himself?"

Munakata smiled calmly at those words.

"I'm not the boss anymore. I'm just a king."

Then, Munakata and Zenjo touched the "KEEP OUT" tape.

With just that, the tape was cut soundlessly and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the tension between the members of the "Jungle" clan suddenly increased. The muzzle of a gun pointed at Munakata and a cry of alarm rang out.

"They have crossed the blockade line. Activate Protocol A!"

"Shoot! You'll get points just by attacking!"

The flashes from the mouths flashed all at once, dyeing Munakata's vision white. Despite the countless killing attempts directed at him and the deadly white light, Munakata's smile never disappeared.

+++++++++++

The battlefield was not just outside. The information processing room inside the "Scepter 4" camp had also become a kind of battlefield.

Since the "Pillar of Light" was erected, the number of emergency calls to "Scepter 4" from various parties has increased dramatically. Supernatural crimes are under the jurisdiction of "Scepter 4", and they are probably simply following the rule of leaving all problems related to the supernatural to "Scepter 4", but as a result, their lines of communication with the outside world were about to explode.

"The number of incidents caused by supernatural powers is increasing dramatically! It's as if the entire nation has become Strains!"

"It seems that some cases have turned into riots! Although it is not confirmed, there is also information that the Prime Minister's official residence was attacked."

Enomoto and Kamo, who were in charge of information processing, gave a report that sounded almost like a shout. The only devices that were connected to the outside world, such as PDAs, received notifications as frequently as once every two seconds. Fuse, who was also in a hurry to process the report, shouted in frustration.

"Vice Commander! Does this mean we still have to wait?"

Awashima bit her lip. Fuse's words were reasonable. What is "Scepter 4" used for if they don't protect people from supernatural powers?

But...

"...We can't move now that we've been ordered to stay still."

The order was an order. "Scepter 4" is a security organization and is permitted by law to use force. If the law does not allow them to act, they cannot act.

"But! If things continue like this, there's no point in us being here!"

"Fuse. Right now, all we can do is gather information."

Benzai stopped Fuse as he clenched his fist in frustration. All members shared the regret of not being able to take necessary action when necessary.

Akiyama looked up from his computer and asked.

"You still can't contact the Captain?"

"...Yes."

Awashima frowned and shook her head.

After being removed from his position as chief, Munakata disappeared. In the absence of the boss, Awashima, the deputy boss, must take over. Similar situations have happened before, so there was no problem in itself.

The problem was that there was no "King".

Beyond the boundaries of their organization, they were a single clan. The "King" who was supposed to watch over the big picture and show them where to go is now nowhere to be found. That's the real problem.

Awashima must now decide her own actions. In the midst of this chaos, they must decide what to do or not do without depending on the King.

(Is it really possible for me to do something like that?)

When Awashima asked himself that question, Domyoji spoke.

"Vice Commander! Look at this."

"What's happen?"

"I was monitoring the area around the "pillar of light" that had risen in the direction of Yomito, and this image appeared...!"

The members, including Awashima, ran towards the PC. Everyone gasped when they saw the person reflected there.

"Captain?!! And Zenjo-san too!"

Reisi Munakata and Gouki Zenjo.

They both wear unmistakable "Scepter 4" uniforms. With slow steps, they advanced forward without hesitation. In front of them was a group armed with firearms.

Enomoto said with a groan.

"These guys... they're the Green Clan! It's so unreasonable for just two of us to invade the enemy camp!"

"The Green Clan... I didn't expect Fushimi-san to be among them..."

"Call me an idiot! But why only Zenjo-san...?"

The members of "Scepter 4" began to make noise upon seeing the absent boss on the other side of the monitor. However, Awashima did not hear that. She closed her eyes tightly and muttered in a low voice.

"Captain...!"

Various emotions came and went in Awashima's chest. Most of it was painted a color called "repentance".

Munakata is probably risking his life by staying there. Waiting nearby was none other than Zenjo, a former member of "Scepter 4".

What that meant was that Awashima wasn't right for the role.

"Guh...!"

What she feels is not resentment, it is her own insufficiency.

Having lost their "King", they find themselves in a state of confusion. She doesn't know what to do and all she can do is gather information. That's why Munakata chose Zenjo. That man will not hesitate. He acts first, he decides what is needed and when it is needed.

Then...

Awashima opened her eyes. There was no longer any conflict there. She looked at the noisy members, exuding strong determination.

"I give up on "Scepter 4"."

The room fell silent as if it had been hit by water.

At that critical moment, no one could think that Awashima was upset. Awashima's eyes clearly reflected her determination.

"As long as I am a member of "Scepter 4", I cannot leave this camp. I cannot involve them in violating orders. I may be narrow-minded, but that is my limit. But..."

As she spoke calmly about her determination, Awashima took out her saber, complete with its sheath, and placed it on the desk. That's because now that she is a private citizen she can't use that saber that a public servant gave her.

"Even so, I want to be the right-hand man of the "Blue King", Reisi Munakata. Even if I am no longer a public figure, I will serve at his side and do whatever is necessary. That is my role."

"Vice Commander..."

Benzai murmured, and Awashima looked directly at Akiyama next to her.

"I'm sorry, Akiyama. From now on, you will take command of "Scepter 4". I'm leaving."

Akiyama, who is calm and collected and has military experience, is the coordinator of the "Special Task Force". If you leave it to him, he will be able to deal with any unexpected situation appropriately. It may seem irresponsible, but that was all Awashima could do at that moment.

"I understand."

Akiyama nodded silently and turned to look at the members of "Scepter 4".

"As you heard. From now on, I will be in charge of commanding "Scepter 4". As acting commander, I will give orders."

He then spoke with a cheerful voice.

"Now we will go to the headquarters of the Green "Jungle" clan, the culprit of all this, and try to calm this situation down!"

"What?!"

Looking at Awashima, who was upset, Akiyama gave orders one after another and finally looked at her.

"During operations, the protection of civilians must be given top priority and the greatest possible adaptations must be made."

"Yes!"

"I understand!"

It seems like Awashima is the only one panicking. The other members are all smiling and starting to move energetically. They contacted several locations and steadily moved forward with preparations for shipping. As if to alleviate the frustration of not being able to move, even if they wanted to.

Awashima slammed the desk and raised her voice.

"You idiots! Were you listening to me?! This is a violation of orders..."

"No, you are no longer Vice Commander... Awashima-san."

It was Benzai who interrupted her words. With a smile on his face, he took the saber that Awashima had just placed there and held it out to her.

"You are now a civilian. You are subject to our protection. Yes, that's it. In case of an emergency, we will lend you self-defense equipment under the authority of "Scepter 4". Okay, Akiyama?"

"Ah. As acting commander of "Scepter 4", I give permission."

A slight smile appeared on Akiyama's lips. When she looked around her, she saw that everyone (Kamo, Domyoji, Enomoto, Fuse, Goto and Hidaka) were laughing and looking at Awashima. Their eyes told the same story.

(We will not let you go alone. We are also members of the Blue Clan.)

"You guys..."

They murmured quietly, the same smile appearing on Awashima's lips.

The absence of the "King". The awakening of the "Slate". Despite the confusion occurring one after another, they were still able to find an answer. The "Blue King". Just like Reisi Munakata did, it is important to chart your own path and move forward without hesitation.

Even so...

They would control the sword with the sword, because their cause is pure.

"Okay, let's go."

Akiyama nodded and gave orders to his soldiers.

"Scepter 4, go ahead!"

"Yes!"

And then they started moving. To put an end to that chaos and see their King again. Grasping the saber in their hands, "Scepter 4" began to regain its meaning.

+++++++++++

The bullets flew like a storm.

Most of the bullets are 9mm Parabellum bullets fired from small-caliber submachine guns and their lethality is low. However, it is powerful enough to penetrate a person's skin and bite into their flesh, and if shot with dozens of muzzles, an average person would fall to the ground in seconds.

Munakata continued walking calmly under the bombardment.

Just before hitting Munakata, the bullet broke into pieces and scattered into the air. Upon touching the supernatural field developed by Munakata, it is decomposed and transmuted by the enormous Weismann deviation that the "King" possesses, and disperses into pieces of paper.

It was like confetti celebrating the royal path of Munakata.

Of course, that's already been included in "Jungle". The failure of "Emerald" has already made it clear that the "King" does not have normal firearms.

His salvo is nothing more than a blinding one. The real target was behind Munakata, on the roof of a 70-meter-high building.

"Jungle". The U-Rank "Hawk Eyes" was kneeling on the roof, patiently waiting for an opportunity. What he has is a plasma cannon that was specially lent to him by the "Green King". An electronic sight made with cutting-edge technology points at the top back of Munakata's head, distorting his "Hawk-Eyes" mouth.

"His movements are predictable...! This plasma bullet is a condensed version of the same power as "Raiko no Jutsu". If it hits directly, it will be able to take down even the "Blue King"!"

The reticles that had been shaking came together and turned green. The plasma cannon roared as it absorbed all the electricity in the building and "Hawk Eyes" pulled the trigger.

A straight line of lightning shot out from the rooftop.

Normally, even the "King" would not have been able to avoid the plasma bullets that were impossible to predict or see with the naked eye. His supernatural ability transcends physical phenomena, but he cannot see the future. You can't react to things you can't feel, that's a fact.

However, there was someone there who made it possible.

Gouki Zenjo.

The saber that was released by the super reaction waved at the same time as the plasma hit. The green arc discharge and blue aura collided, scattering sparks of ultra-high temperatures.

The plasma bullet was the first to lose energy.

With all its energy sublimated, the bullet disappeared, leaving only the smell of burning ions. Zenjo sheathed his saber and bowed as if nothing had happened.

"I did something shameful."

"I could have saved you a lot of trouble if you had done nothing."

"It's a joke."

As Munakata said, Zenjo's role was not that of a bodyguard. It is nothing more than a safety valve, an automatic device to prevent the worst from happening.

Decapitate Munakata before his "sword" falls. That is Zenjo's sole and absolute mission.

The members of the Green Clan were visibly uneasy as Munakata advanced without stopping in the slightest. Some of them began to retreat, fearful, with weapons in their hands.

"Fuck no! We can't even stop him!"

"Calm down! Anyway, the door can only be opened from the inside. No matter how big the "Blue King" is, he won't be able to break through on his own!"

Hearing that voice, Munakata smiled softly.

That's how it is. Even if Munakata knows the location, he can't open the door. There was no other option but to force a breakthrough, but if they used so much energy, they would have no energy left to fight the "Kings" who were waiting for them.

Munakata stopped at the intersection and pushed up his glasses. "Jungle" only threatened from afar, and his attacks had already ceased.

"Now, all that's left is..."

He already made his move. It only remains to be seen if it came into force. All Munakata could do now was wait.

+++++++++++

In the southwestern part of the outer "secret base" area, there is a bathroom for employees who once worked at that water storage facility. Only two days ago they discovered that place, which was cleverly hidden behind multiple barricades and protective sheets.

It is not known what they call that place. It doesn't seem like a necessary room for the "Green King", who controls everything electronically. However, at least that room is a control room that controls access to the "secret base", and the electronic map and surveillance camera that were called in reveal that Munakata is just around the corner.

At this moment, Fushimi Saruhiko's PDA is connected to the control panel of the control room with multiple cables. The process indicator is at 95%. He managed to evade Nagare's attention and pass through multiple layers of security to finally get there. The long work will soon be finished.

(Oh, really?)

Fushimi smiled sarcastically at the question that suddenly came to mind.

He remembered a dinosaur made of pixel art. He was also attacking a pixel art building. An animation he created himself suddenly showed behavior that should be impossible. A man made of pixel art that he didn't remember making appeared and chased away the dinosaur. He looked at him and warned him that he could see everything.

That was quite a horror. Although it wasn't exactly traumatic, he left a strong impression on Fushimi.

It's been a long time and he's grown. However, his opponent is the "Green King", who rules the network. He figured he could see that too. After knowing everything, he won't let them swim? Is he nothing more than a monkey dancing on Buddha's palm?

As he thought about those questions, "Process Completed" appeared on the screen with surprising ease.

Fushimi looked unimpressed. He simply touched confirm and that's it. All that's left now is to quickly escape from there.

"Hello, Saruhiko. As expected, you work quickly. I'm impressed."

"......!"

His eyes widened and he was surprised, but somewhere in his head he was still thinking, "I knew it." The chair creaked and he turned around.

Kotosaka stayed on the shelf. However, Fushimi knows that it is not Kotosaka. Hisui Nagare, who was on the other side, spoke to Fushimi with a voice that showed no emotion.

"I know your purpose. You intend to invite the "Blue King"."

"If you already know, kill me immediately."

Fushimi said that, but Kotosaka bowed his head.

"There's no need for that. There's no reason to do that."

"Eh...?"

"Until you complete that task, you are not a traitor. Rankers have the right to walk freely within the "secret base", and private battles between Rankers are not particularly restricted."

Nagare snorted and wrinkled one of his cheeks ironically.

"The moment I finish, I will become a traitor and they will kill me."

"It's helpful for you to understand quickly. If I may add, even if the door opens, the "Blue King" won't be able to get that far. You'll just die for no reason. It's the death of a dog."

"Are you threatening me?"

"It's an invitation. Saruhiko. I'm really inviting you right now. You've managed to sneak past me and get to the point of opening the door."

Fushimi looked at Kotosaka in silence, while Nagare spoke matter-of-factly.

"It was obvious to everyone that you were the informant of "Scepter 4". Of course, I knew it too. However, you left no evidence of that and even fought with your friends. You fought your way to Ranker."

"Using a loophole in the rules."

"That's wonderful. Congratulations, Saruhiko. I set up that loophole on purpose, but you're the first user to use it so successfully. You have the ability to see the essence of things and use them to your advantage."

"......"

Maybe he was expressing his true feelings.

Although he had many strategies, Hisui Nagare had a completely transparent personality. He doesn't lie and he always does what he says he's going to do. So what he said now is also true.

Nagare values Fushimi very much. If he changed his mind now, he would still be treated as a Ranker.

"Your nature is more compatible with "Jungle", which values free will, not with "Homura" or "Scepter 4". That's why I invite you. Please become a member of the "Jungle" clan."

Fushimi let out a long sigh.

At least he's grown since then. He had assumed they would see it, but besides that, he wouldn't let them grab his tail. No, the current situation was exactly what he meant by "being grabbed by the tail".

He threw away the knife and said in a low voice.

"It's true. If I stay here I won't have to mix with idiots or be carried away by my boss's unreasonable orders."

"Affirmative."

"The trend is towards "Jungle". Don't commit suicide by hanging on to a sinking ship."

"That's right."

Then, Fushimi said:

"Hey, "Green King". Are the clan members motivated by interests?"

Kotosaka blinked rapidly. Although Fushimi asked a question, he continued without waiting for a response.

"That's probably the case with the people who are playing hardball at the top. They go with those who are likely to win and stay away from those who are likely to lose. That's true. Nobody wants to be a loser."

With dull eyes, Fushimi looked at Kotosaka and Nagare beyond.

"But what about the people around you? Did they become members of your clan because they thought you were going to win?"

"......"

"You're smart, so you know what I'm trying to say. The answer has already been decided."

Fushimi touched the PDA and declared.

"I refuse."

The console flashed green and the four letters "OPEN" appeared. The hidden door at the Yomito intersection began to open with a loud sound.

Kotosaka, who was looking at that with an emotionless gaze, muttered to himself.

"What a pity."

With that, Kotosaka left the room, flapping his wings and shouting.

"Kuwah! You're dead! Dead!"

There was a figure entering the room, confusing Kotosaka. He is short in stature and holds a long cane. A green leaf resembling a crescent moon appeared at the tip.

With a cruel smile on his face, Sukuna brandished his sickle.

"If we're not friends anymore... then I can kill you!"

Fushimi threw the knife from his pocket at a speed that was invisible to Sukuna, who jumped and threw the crescent-shaped blade at him.

+++++++++++

The crossing opened with a heavy noise.

The pedestrian crossings extending in all directions began to slide diagonally and the steel doors below also opened. The members of the "Jungle" clan occupying the intersection fled in panic, and voices of confusion were heard among them, one after another.

"Who was the idiot?! The door is open! What's going on?!"

"Did something happen downstairs?! What are the executives doing?!"

"No, wait! That's it!"

One of them pointed to the corner of the open door, towards the stairs that led to the basement.

A man dressed in a cassock walked slowly towards the ground.

"Jungle". Senior J-Rank executive and "Gray King", Tenkei Iwafune.

Iwafune landed on the ground, looked around and muttered in shock.

"Wow, it really opened up. Nagare's ability to read ahead is really terrifying."

Zenjo was the first to react when Iwafune scratched his head. Munakata stopped Zenjo, who was about to take a step forward, grabbing the hilt of his saber with one hand.

"There is no need to interfere. Please concentrate on your work."

"Yes."

Iwafune then turned to the two of them. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Hello, Munakata. And there's a familiar face behind you. Habari Jin's right-hand man, Gouki Zenjo."

"...The "Gray King", Otori Seigo. It's been 14 years."

Gouki Zenjo and Tenkei Iwafune were old acquaintances. In the abominable "Kagutsu Incident" that occurred 14 years ago, they were from different clans, but they had the same goal. Stop the worst "King", Kagutsu Genji. To do this, both Zenjo and Iwafune risked their lives to fight.

And they failed.

Ironically, they did not lose their lives. But they lost something much more important than that.

Zenjo to his own "King".

Iwafune to his own ideals.

For a brief moment, the two exchanged glances. Were the feelings they had at that moment the same? There was probably no doubt that they could see at least a little bit of their current selves in each other's images.

Iwafune opened his mouth.

"You're getting old, man."

Zenjo responded calmly.

"You are withered."

"No difference."

Iwafune shook his shoulders and laughed, then his expression suddenly stiffened.

In an instant, the aura of a “King” was released from him.

The aura became a reality in the sky. A dull gray "Sword of Damocles." A thick fog appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the gate at the intersection and Munakata himself.

Iwafune, already obscured by fog and unable to see him clearly, declared in a low voice.

"No matter how many people come, we won't let them pass through here. This time, we won't stop, we won't take shortcuts, or we won't buy time."

Munakata narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

A month ago, that night, Munakata was defeated by Iwafune.

Munakata's saber was shattered by Iwafune's bullets, which were fired freely from beyond the space-distorting defense created by the fog. Munakata's order could not correct the thick fog.

There is nothing different about Munakata today than back then.

In fact, you could say it has weakened. The defects of the "Sword of Damocles" have spread greatly, and "Scepter 4" who have always followed him are tied to the country and cannot move. Strategy, equipment, chances of winning. None of the items that Munakata had always possessed until now were present.

Still, he had to keep going.

The "Blue King" protects "order". He protects people from confusion and destruction caused by supernatural powers. That's why he carries a sword. No matter how things change, even if he has no allies and no chance of winning, Munakata will never waver from his current position.

Even so...

"We will fight with sword in hand, because our cause is pure."

At this moment, a roar echoed from behind.

Munakata did not look back. However, he had predicted their true identity. In a place unknown to him, it was in his imagination that they would be moving, and he had already realized that "that thing" that had been under the control of "Tokijikuin" had disappeared for several days.

"What...?!"

Iwafune's eyes widened and he braced himself. However, no matter which "King" is, he won't be able to do anything about it.

"Schattenreich".

A gigantic airship owned by Adolf K. Weismann that bears the name "Land of Shadows". It was rapidly approaching the intersection, overcoming all aviation laws and physical obstacles. Without slowing down, the "Schattenreich" landed upside down, bouncing several times. It drove over the intersection, scattering dust and chunks of asphalt, and stopped about 50 meters later.

Iwafune looked back at the gigantic airship that had just passed by him with a surprised expression, and then immediately smiled and turned to Munakata.

"...I see. If you concentrate the mist on yourself, you won't be able to avoid such a large mass. That's not fair, Munakata. Don't go out and buy a decoy yourself."

Munakata laughed and grabbed the hilt of his saber.

"It seems that you have misunderstood something. It has nothing to do with me. I am your main opponent."

"Ha, anyone is fine. My role is to greet you."

That's how it is. Either one was fine. The current Munakata is simply the "Blue King". He also didn't think about the "Alliance of the Three Kings". He exists for the sole purpose of adhering to his beliefs and defeating his enemies.

Munakata made a loud statement as he gently pulled out his saber from his waist.

"Munakata, ready."

17 notes · View notes

itsuki-minamy · 9 months

Text

"K - RETURN OF KINGS" (Novel)

CHAPTER 7: STILLE NACHT (SILENT NIGHT)

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

Inside the command car, there was a heavy and superheated atmosphere.

"Entrapment 16-F, -4, -3, +6, +7, simultaneous development."

"Deployment successful, destroyed!"

"You don't have to report the destruction one by one. Send the intended route."

"Yes!"

If the combat units deployed inside Mihashira Tower were fighting using their bodies, they were fighting using their brains. Furthermore, due to the company's policy of not being able to reduce the number of combat personnel, only a small number of members remain. It wasn't a joke. Without Fushimi's support, they would have overcome the siege long ago, allowing them to invade the "Slate".

But, no matter how few resources they have, they cannot give up.

Not for justice or cause, but for their own pride.

"Forecasted routes are out! Route 1-G and Route 6-S."

"Are you already on Route S?! Leave this floor! Deploy all traps simultaneously!"

"Got it! Simultaneous deployment of all traps!"

While typing quickly, Fushimi shifted his gaze to the side. That is the floor plan of Mihashira Tower displayed on the monitor using 3D modeling. The top 30% of them are blue and the bottom 70% are green.

"The enemy's invasion rate is 70%. This delay strategy is about to reach its limit."

"It's progressing much faster than planned..."

"Yes. Mishakuji Yukari and Gojou Sukuna. Their actions are simple and based on brute force; that's how confident they are in their individual abilities. Tsk, they're just playing with us."

Two points of light move on the 3D map of Mihashira Tower while being interrupted. To avoid interference or eavesdropping from "Jungle", the electronic network was limited to use inside the command car. It was based on the judgment that information leaks could be minimized by using it in conjunction with the power grid, but there was never any interference from "Jungle".

Fushimi seems to be the only one trying to control this battlefield. The enemy side has no strategy or anything. They just show's up and messes it up. Fushimi's job is to prevent it, delay it and, if possible, eliminate it. It's like using a piece called a combatant to deal with a rising tsunami.

Sweat ran down Fushimi's cheeks.

"...In other words, it's all my job."

It was cold sweat. The pressure that the victory or defeat of this battle rests entirely on his shoulders. What forces should be distributed where, whether or not predetermined operational objectives can be achieved, and how compensation will be provided if they cannot be achieved.

If it fails, then...

"Route S has been violated!"

Hearing Enomoto's voice, Fushimi thought for a while, and then in a solemn voice said:

"Go to Phase 2."

"Eh?!"

Enomoto takes a deep breath. He explained to her what the sign meant. Enomoto, who has the second highest information processing ability after Fushimi, should be asked to act as an assistant, but unfortunately, he doesn't have the psychological ability to oversee the entire operation.

"But, is it 30 minutes earlier than expected?!"

"It's already unexpected! If we don't deal with Mishakuji now, we won't be able to deal with it in the future. It's a waste of time to talk like that, so hurry up and wave your hands!"

"Yes!"

Straightening his back, Enomoto began to operate. Fushimi, for his part, gives instructions to the entire organization through an electronic network.

"Jungle repulsion plan, second phase. Concentrate your forces in the Cloud Hall on the 75th floor and defeat the Green Clan members one by one."

Without waiting for an answer, Fushimi hung up. As long as he was aware of the situation, there was no need to wait for the report from others. Fushimi muttered as he looked at the map of Mihashira Tower.

"The Silver Clan is at war with Gojou Sukuna. "Scepter 4" and "Homura" will attack Mishakuji Yukari from both sides. We have misunderstood our opponents, but so far it's almost as planned..."

At this time, the car's electronic equipment issued a warning sound.

Fushimi turned towards him, and Enomoto, who was measuring the data, let out a shouting voice.

"Large-scale Weismann anomalies confirmed near ground floor! It's moving!"

"Here you come, "Green King"."

"Well, we've just moved into the second phase! What should we do?!"

Fushimi clicked his tongue again. The originally assumed time no longer made sense. (If they don't respond flexibly and adapt to the situation, why would I have to do the foolish thing that they'll line up?!) As he suppressed the feeling of wanting to yell, Fushimi quickly gave instructions.

"Notify everyone in the hall that the "Green King" has appeared, and then proceed to the third phase."

"Eh, then, but the second phase is still..."

Watched by Fushimi intently, Enomoto quickly turned back to his screen. Hearing the voice of Enomoto, who began to contact each member, Fushimi began to prepare for the activation of Phase 3, the "Lockdown Protocol".

++++++++++

Mishakuji Yukari was starting to get bored.

No matter how fast he runs, what awaits him is a blind, a trap, and then another blind. It does very little as a barrier. That's because the slash attack that runs at the same time goes through them.

Despite that, the other side is repeating that tactic like an idiot. It sounds good when you say it's a strategy to clutter up the amount of material, but ultimately, it's probably because there's nothing else to do. After breaking through the dozens of shutters, Mishakuji muttered in amazement.

"Oh, are you buying time again? As expected, I'm getting a little bored."

So far both are as expected. It is the joseki in shogi and chess. They want to exhaust Mishakuji and Sukuna while leaving traps to interfere with Nagare who comes later. He wants to reduce the number of opponents while they wait for Hisui Nagare. The outcome of the intertwined speculation is 50/50 at the moment, and neither has taken a decisive step.

He was fed up with the situation.

"For the sake of our king, we must smash the traps as much as possible. I know it's part of my job, but..."

"Kwah! Boring! Boring!"

Looking at Kotosaka, who raised his voice in agreement, Mishakuji began to run.

"That's how it is!"

A blunt charge that completely destroys attacking traps. A fierce charge far removed from his previous elegance, anticipating the presence of the enemy's main force. In the tug of war up to that point, he was able to comprehend the location of most of the enemies. If he plunges into the center of it, some kind of change should happen.

Repeating the same thing over and over again is not Mishakuji Yukari's way of life.

"I want to fight with more style!"

"Let's do what you want!"

A reply came from the space that had been shattered, and Mishakuji inadvertently stopped his feet.

A spacious hall that is clearly different from the past. The group in the center waited for Mishakuji with a fighting spirit on his face.

"Here, let's spread flowers!"

The young man in the knit cap who had turned his back on him earlier, the executive of "Homura" Misaki Yata, now headed straight for him. The skateboard, accelerated by the red supernatural ability, approached at such speed that even Mishakuji's eyes were blinded. He sliced through the passing staves with his sword, and just as he was about to counterattack, a shower of flames began to fall.

"......!"

He immediately kicked the ground to avoid it, and there was an explosion where the rain of fire hit. After that heat wave passed, he turned his attention to "Homura".

The man who caused the explosion was smoking purple smoke while he was standing.

"Customer-san. Just like Yata-chan said, this is the end point. I can't let you go anywhere anymore."

Contrary to his calm voice, the eyes behind the sunglasses weren't smiling. Mishakuji, on the other hand, pointed his sword at them with a charming smile.

"I think so. But I'm not going anywhere either."

Mishakuji's gaze was fixed on one of them, a girl.

The "Red Queen", Anna Kushina.

With strained red eyes, she stared at Mishukaji.

"Long time no see, "Red Queen"."

When Mishakuji casually called out to Anna, her shoulders contracted.

"At that time, you were just a helpless child. I haven't seen you for a long time, and you've grown into a splendid king. I misunderstood you."

"Bastard! Why are you talking to Anna without permission? I'm going to kill you!"

Mishakuji bowed respectfully, ignoring Yata, who was shouting from the side.

"Right now, you are undeniably the "King". You may be the youngest in this place, but you are undoubtedly the strongest. Therefore, Anna Kushina... I will take your life."

And then, Mishakuji unleashed a surprise punch.

A slash that glowed green split the air and flew. At almost the same time, Kusanagi released a barrage of flames that rained down like hail. The barrage and the slashes annihilated each other, and this time Mishakuji himself charged into the void that was created. The mysteriously bright tip of "Ayamachi" pointed directly at Anna.

Wings of flame blocked Mishakuji's vision.

"......!"

Mishakuji reflexively rolled to dodge. A few millimeters above his head, a hot, deadly wind swept through. Facing Mishakuji, who kept his distance from her, Anna spread her flame wings and said resolutely.

"Yes. It's different from that time."

A crimson aura rose from her entire body. That's the look of the one ahead of his class, chosen by the "Dresden Slate."

"I'm the "Red Queen". I will not hesitate to use this power to protect everyone!"

That figure reminded Mishukaji of the men he once saw.

The "King", like the infinitely clear blue sky.

The "King," like a red, swirling purgatory.

They were fierce, short-lived, and beautiful as they scattered violently, involving many lives.

Now, an existence with the same power as them, stands in front of him.

Enough opponents to make life glow and burn!

As Mishakuji smiled slightly, multiple footsteps were heard behind him.

"Hey, "Homura", are you alright?!"

"You're late, Blues!"

The members of "Scepter 4" appeared from below. All of them were exhausted, but they still had enthusiasm. They all took out their sabers and began to surround Mishakuji from afar.

Holding the staff, Yata laughed belligerently.

"Heh, there's finally no place to escape. Get ready this time, you bastard!"

"I see."

Two clans and the "Red Queen". The difference in strength is too much to deal with alone.

But Mishakuji did not despair.

An indescribable emotion welled up from the depths of his chest. He couldn't help but hope how much brighter his life could make in that utter dead end. Going into the battle to the death with euphoria instead of fear. After all, Mishakuji is probably just a swordsman.

He sincerely apologized to his two former teachers for that, but the next moment, he was gone.

"On guard."

Declaring war lowly, Mishakuji sank.

At that moment, he felt "it".

"......"

He widened his eyes and looked down at his feet.

Similarly, the only one who noticed "it" seemed to be the enemy, Anna. With her red eyes trembling and her small fist clenched, she whispered:

"...He already came."

The moment he heard that voice, a momentary hesitation was born in Mishukaji.

His exaltation, his desire to know how much he can shine in this dead land. The temptation to launch into a life-and-death battle with the King had an irresistible appeal. Yes. "Jungle" is irrelevant. This moment is the reason he is alive.

Right now. Here... kill the King.

Those whispers tickled his ears, but with just one deep breath, he could no longer hear them. Only the gaze of Hisui Nagare remained, who conveyed his passion for the ideal of the "New World".

Surrender everything to your boiling blood and let your life shine to the limit. That's fine too.

But in the end, Mishakuji didn't choose that option.

Because breaking a promise is not beautiful.

"I cannot do anything about it."

Mishakuji shrugged his regrets aside and gave a small smile.

At that moment, a roar shook the hall.

++++++++++

Hisui Nagare jumped up and down. Like a puppy running through the garden. Like a kid after school.

Nagare climbed up the building while he jumped around the uninhabited Mihashira Tower. He broke traps, he broke blinds, he turned into green lightning and moved forward with nothing to block him.

His appearance was beautiful, wild and joyful.

Freed from everything that bound him and breathing the air of the earth with "freedom". How long has it taken so many people to get that right that is taken for granted.

Iwafune, standing at the entrance of the first floor, couldn't have seen that scene. Still, in Iwafune's mind, the scene certainly appeared.

The "Green King" was unleashed and devastated at his whim.

"Haha... quite well, good health!"

Looking at him, Iwafune drank from a bottle that held whiskey.

"It's been 9 years since he fought the "Golden King" Kokujoji Daikaku, and if you count the case of Kagutsu, it's been 10 years... If you think about it, it's been a long time in the shadows, right? I hope he lives a long time."

Nagare, who was defeated by Kokujoji, had to hide underground to escape the "Tokijikuin" pursuers. He secretly formed his own hands and feet, "Jungle", and slowly spread the branches of conspiracy and espionage.

"However, the elder Kokujoji is no longer in this world. In other words, there is no one on this earth who can stop you with all your might, Nagare."

Nagare's straitjacket not only seals his supernatural powers and his freedom, but also serves as a maintenance device that prolongs his life. That straitjacket is a device through which an enormous amount of supernatural power circulates that is consumed to continue "modifying" death itself.

Now that he has been unleashed, Hisui Nagare will continue to unleash his full power as the "Green King". As the price of freedom, the countdown to death has already begun.

Even so, Iwafune cast an unwavering gaze upwards. With a smile on his lips.

"Ok, Nagare! Run as hard as you can! This Iwa-san is watching, so let go ahead and play with all your might! Haha!"

Iwafune raised the bottle as if he were toasting the floor above, which was shaking with destruction and shock.

A large piece of debris fell right next to it, and he flinched and cringed.

"Wow! What the hell is this?"

++++++++++

The repeated blows jarred his feet and Yata accidentally nearly fell off his skateboard. With one foot on the ground, a new impact hit all of "Homura". Mishakuji Yukari still held his sword and did not waver in the slightest.

Yata clicked his tongue and looked at the ground.

"Is this sound new...? Hey, Blues, hurry up and go to their location!"

"Scepter 4" responded to the voice and blocked Mishakuji's escape route. Seeing him, he chuckled.

"Oh, he left early."

The one who reacted to those words was Awashima Seri.

"Go out? No way."

"Yes, he's coming."

Even Yata could understand who he was pointing at.

The "Green King", Hisui Nagare from "Jungle", who has the greatest strength. Even Mishakuji Yukari, who wields the power of two clans, is but a billboard compared to Nagare.

Mishakuji released his stance and shrugged as he still held his sword.

"Oh, sorry. It's too bad. It's starting to get fun, but it's over."

"It's over! It's over!"

The parrot perched on his shoulder let out an ominous cry. Kusanagi looked at him with a shudder.

"It's over..."

"The "Green King"! It's faster than I expected, but..."

Awashima and Kusanagi, the agitation of the two executives spread like ripples between both clans. Yata was not good at understanding the details of the situation and the strategy of the war, but he was able to clearly understand the spread. He felt resentment and trembling for the arrival of the enemy "King".

Unable to allow it, he raised his voice.

"Oh, don't be scared, everyone! Whether it's the king or a servant, it doesn't matter who comes. It's okay to just blow them up one after another! Cheer up!"

Now it doesn't matter who the opponent is. Whether it's Sukuna Gojou, Mishakuji Yukari, or even the "Green King", all they have to do is face them and fight until they run out of strength. That was Misaki Yata's creed.

Faced with such a Yata, Mishakuji looked at him mockingly.

"Oh, that's great, Opponent-kun. But the reason I'm saying "sorry" is…"

Mishakuji's sword flashed with a speed that even the eye could not catch.

As Yata reflexively raised his staff, Mishakuji shook his sword.

"Huh?! You!"

"My turn is over."

As he gracefully waved his hand at him, Mishakuji fell down the stairs along with the severed floor.

++++++++++

The shock and roar were also transmitted to Sukuna.

Of course he knows what that means. The arrival of the "Green King". Hisui Nagare has finally started to move. At the same time that he felt excited about it, impatience was also born.

He still hadn't done anything. If he doesn't catch even a single Silver Clan in front of him, he won't be able to follow Nagare...

"Shiro!"

"Yes, it looks like they've gotten into the game too. It's faster than I thought."

"What are you going to do, Shiro?"

The three met and whispered something. nobody paid attention to him. That fueled the fire of anger.

"What are they talking about so casually?!"

With an angry voice, Sukuna waved the scythe at him. He activated the extraordinary application "Great Raiha" and a powerful wave of thunder contained in the tip of the sickle captured the three people of the Silver Clan at once.

The figure disappeared like a bubble.

"Tsu...!"

Each one of the bubbles that broke into a thousand pieces swelled up and closed in on Sukuna. Sukuna clucked and jumped back.

At that moment, Yatogami jumped from the other side of the bubble and hit Sukuna with a strong kick.

Sukuna barely blocked the kick with the handle of his scythe. However, he couldn't kill the pressure. Little Sukuna immediately flew out, crashed to the ground from his back and immediately rolled backwards and readied his scythe.

The chase he had been wary of did not come. Isana, Yatogami, and Neko were watching from a distance. More than anything, that made Sukuna yell in anger.

"Dammit! Since a while ago, I started a serious match with you guys!"

Yatogami frowned and in a persuasive tone said:

"Gojou Sukuna. This battle is not to determine an individual's ability."

"Oh? There's nothing more important than winning or losing a game!"

Sukuna understands his mission better than anyone. Eliminate all those who stand in the way of Nagare. He understands that winning that game means winning Nagare's game. That is why he is seriously trying to kill them. If he can get one of the "Kings", his plans will be that much closer to success.

Despite that, he doesn't feel that much resolve from the opponent. They're just trying to buy time. In his head, he understands that this is the purpose of their strategy, but he felt that they were trampling on his pride as a player when they were doing everything they could to go easy on him.

"Bet your life! I'm betting my life!"

Sukuna activated the extraordinary application "Raijin Korin". Sukuna's hand transmits extraordinary supernatural power to the hilt and blade of the scythe. It is a large-scale ranged attack that is second only in power to the "Raiko no Jutsu". If true, he wanted to use it in a way that would involve more enemies, but it can't be helped. At this point, Sukuna decided that annihilating these guys would lead to victory.

The expressions of Shiro and the others tightened as expected due to the enormous power. Yatogami stood in front as he held his sword, and Shiro stood behind him as he twirled his umbrella.

"So you're trying to sell your life... then there's no way around it!"

"Big Move Coming! Counterattack on Swing Time!"

"I understand!"

Isana Yashiro is a "King" in every way. It is doubtful that this psychic ability can pass through the Sanctum. However, taking shortcuts even if there is no match goes against Gojou Sukuna's human creed.

This is because high difficulty bosses are the only opponents worth defeating.

"I'll crush them all together!"

As he roared, Sukuna kicked the ground. He swung the scythe with all his soul. Yatogami looked at him and held his sword on his hips.

At that moment, something fell from above.

"The sun is setting..."

That guy easily deflected Sukuna's scythe, letting <Raijin Korin>'s attack escape up the stairs.

"...those who chose to leave their home..."

As he was, he swiped his sword and caught Yatogami's surprise strike.

"...and those who returned."

He gracefully landed on the spot.

The looks that Sukuna and Yatogami gave him were strangely of the same type.

"Mishakuji Yukari!"

"Yukari! What are you doing interrupting?!"

Mishakuji, who appeared from above cutting through the floor, shrugged off the insults thrown at him with a cold face. Kotosaka took off from his shoulder and began to fly noisily.

"Interrupt! Interrupt!"

"Fufu, Kuro-chan. After meeting the "Silver King" again, you look even better. After all, the selfless sword you wield for your master is what makes you who you are."

Standing on a circular concrete slab, Mishakuji turned like an idol under the spotlight and pointed his sword at Yatogami. Yatogami also raised his sword without lowering his guard, and with a tight voice, he said:

"Did you come to help your partner, Mishakuji Yukari?"

"That's foul play!", Neko yelled.

That line reignited Sukuna's anger. It's the most frustrating when you get stuck in a battle with a formidable enemy. Sukuna let out an angry voice as he stabbed into the ground with the handle of his scythe.

"I don't need help! Get out!"

But Mishakuji shrugged in amazement.

"Help? Save? There's no way I'd do something like that. I just came to find our boy. It's time to go, Sukuna-chan."

"Kwah! Go! Go!"

"I won't! I'm still fighting!"

At Sukuna's throat, which he insisted on, he shot a cold spike at him.

He couldn't see it or react. When he came to, Mishukaji was touching Sukuna's throat with his inverted sword. The hand that held the scythe was full of strength. When Mishakuji did something, he really did it, that fact made Sukuna nervous.

Mishakuji said with a voice as cold as that sword.

"Listen to me, Sukuna. It's not pretty to see a child not following orders. Also, Kuro-chan, I have decided that when the time is right, I will eat you deliciously."

Sukuna's teeth gnashed. Anger and frustration still swirled in his chest.

But at the same time, a calm calculation that surpassed that was beginning to spin in his head.

Mishakuji is there. That means "Homura" and "Scepter 4" are free. If Sukuna continues to fight there without hesitation, he will only become a liability.

Retiring with a loss is frustrating, but letting your team lose to your own record is an unforgivable war crime.

"Gezz. You're much more selfish, aren't you?"

Sukuna changed. If so, the sooner he acts, the better. When he carelessly wielded a scythe imbued with supernatural powers, the side windows shattered and the night wind blew into the building.

"Wait, Mishakuji Yukari!"

Perhaps understanding what the two were thinking, Yatogami hurried over. Sukuna stuck out his tongue in response, while Mishukaji waved his hand gently and muttered happily.

"Kuro-chan, it seems I wasn't meant to fight you tonight. But I'm sure we'll meet again soon. On the fateful day that will bring us to a conclusion."

And so, the two danced in the night breeze.

As he ran through the walls of the building, Sukuna snarled at Mishakuji who was next to him.

"Damn. You got in a good place."

"I've put up with it, so don't complain. Besides..."

Mishakuji looked down and smiled sweetly.

"Today's protagonist is that girl."

Looking beyond Mishakuji's line of sight, he saw green thunder rushing toward the building, spreading thunder, shock, and destruction. His "King", the figure of Hisui Nagare running.

"Well, that's correct."

Sukuna chuckled softly. He finally got to play outside with his friends who have been cooped up for so long. When he thought about it, it seemed that he would be able to forget the momentary defeat in the blink of an eye.

++++++++++

"Fushimi, the third phase has started. Are you ready?"

"It's done. From now on, we will shut down the entire Mihashira Tower along with the information and power systems, and isolate the "Green King". Please note that further communication will be limited through the detection ability of the "King Red"."

"I understand."

Mihashira Tower, in the "Slate Room".

Reisi Munakata listened to Fushimi and Awashima's communication with his eyes closed.

This strategy is divided into three phases. It was conceived, discussed and concluded mainly by Shiro and Munakata. They spent all their resources to crush the minority with the majority.

First phase. Attract the members of "Jungle", divide them and exhaust them.

Second stage. The three clans... Red, Blue and Silver will destroy or exhaust the "Jungle" members who will be divided.

And then the third phase. Activate the "Lockdown Protocol" when the appearance of the "Green King" is confirmed. All combat personnel except the "King" will come to their support.

The "Blocking Protocol" is literally the main purpose of the blocking. All the traps in the building are activated without hesitation, and the communication network is physically and electronically isolated by physically destroying the communication network with explosives placed in various locations.

With slightly wide eyes, Munakata muttered to himself.

"There are no lights to illuminate the path, no voices to reach your ears, and many thick walls block your way. This entire Mihashira Tower is a prison for you."

Now, in Munakata's mind, the figure of Nagare running inside the building was vividly projected.

All kinds of barriers stand in front of Nagare, who has the will and runs like thunder. Anti-personnel traps, including reinforced shutters, anti-psychic barricades, mines, turrets, and traps, for that purpose. Various weapons requisitioned from the army by maximizing the authority of "Scepter 4" bared their fangs against the "King".

"Of course, there's no way we can hold off a king with a trick like this, but every trick will definitely take away your limited time and physical strength."

And those traps are not the biggest barriers for Nagare.

The "Silver King" and the "Red Queen". They are on the same level as Nagare, and it is the highest class of strength.

"Can you get here after clearing 100 walls and two kings? "Green King" Hisui Nagare."

The moment he muttered that, he felt something twist under his feet.

It wasn't the impact of the destruction that Nagare was spreading. It was faint, but someone's heartbeat, as if resonating with the very soul.

Looking down, the "Dresden Slate" embedded in the glass floor pulsed with a faint glow.

"Four kings meet in one place. You seem to understand what that means."

The biggest "sin" a king can commit. The "Damocles Down".

When Weismann's maximum deviation from the "King" reaches a critical point, the "Sword of Damocles" hanging over his head falls. The impact of the fall of the "King" would burn a radius of tens of kilometers and take the lives of hundreds of thousands of humans.

And above all, the most terrifying fact is that the power of the "Damocles Down" increases multiplicatively.

If both swords were to fall, the nation of Japan, or perhaps the land itself, would be wiped out. And if there are three? When it reaches four, it may bring a fate to the surface that threatens human civilization.

If a "Sword of Damocles" falls, other swords will fall in a chain reaction. It is not an exaggeration to say that the four kings who meet in this small building have the fate of humanity on their shoulders.

"But it won't happen."

Munakata muttered towards the "Slate" as if he was talking to a person with a will.

"I won't let you do that."

As the "Blue King" who is in charge of "order", he must never bring about its downfall. Preparations have already been made to prevent that from happening.

Just like the old "Blue King", Habari Jin.

The "Slate Room" where Munakata was was the final line. He seals the "Slate" that encourages human innovation and prevents the sword that causes humanity's destruction. Reisi Munakata's pride was to bear the fate of the human race, never to be confused, never waver, and never falter.

++++++++++

The remnants of the melted round shutter continued endlessly.

The "Green King" is like a ray of light that runs freely. The powerful electrical heat that it radiates itself burns and melts everything from velvet rugs and marble floors to steel barriers. Even without using Anna's web of supernatural power, it was easy to track Nagare by following the "footprints".

Kuro growled as he stared at the edge of the melted shutter.

"Is this how it all looked after Hisui Nagare passed through here?"

Shiro nodded his head.

"Yes. He's using his power like crazy. He's also much faster than expected. But there's no way he can stand up to this."

"Isn't that what you expected?"

"No, it's more than he expected, or rather, it doesn't seem like it's going to work. What is he thinking? Something doesn't feel right."

Or, Shiro believes that "it" is the normal functioning of Nagare. It's been 9 years since he took it seriously, and from the measurement records of that time, Shiro had predicted Nagare's activity limit time. Also keeping in mind that Nagare will grow and accumulate strength.

But the current situation goes far beyond those expectations.

With that much power, no matter how you look at it, Nagare's active time is less than 30 minutes. It's already been ten minutes since he broke in. Shiro, Anna, and Munakata should hold out for the remaining 20 minutes. If he was alone, he wouldn't know what to do, but if the three "Kings" worked together to deal with it, he could easily buy that amount of time.

There's no way Nagare didn't know. Despite that, he heads straight for the "Slate". It's like he thinks he'll be fine even if he's exhausted.

"Shiro! Shiro! Hurry up!"

Neko's voice suddenly brought Shiro back to his senses.

"Hisui Nagare has removed the limiter. I will use my power without thinking of limits."

"So you mean..."

"Anna is in danger!"

At the same time as he yelled, Shiro and Kuro began to run next to each other. Leaping over the rows of melted blinds and heading towards the battlefield with Anna, below was Hisui Nagare still advancing. Neko, who was left alone, also ran after them.

++++++++++

"Vice Commander. Everyone is ready."

Awashima nodded to Akiyama, who whispered softly.

The members of the Special Forces behind her did not escape unscathed. They played an important role in luring and separating the two "Jungle" members who rushed in at the beginning of the operation. Serious injuries such as sword wounds, burns, abrasions, and even broken bones were ordered to stay in the rear, but they all refused.

Because they know that this battle will determine their future destiny.

A little further away, Kusanagi also sent a notice to the "Homura" members.

"Well, the main character is Anna. Even if small things wander into the battle between the "Kings", they will only be an obstacle. Soon, Isana Yashiro, the "Silver King" will join us. Shiro-san will be defending, Anna attack, and we'll all be acting as a distraction and support."

"Oh, got it?!"

"Yes!"

Just like "Scepter 4", "Homura" was in a good mood even after taking a hit. They do not know the details or the depth of the situation. Still, the passion to devote himself to his "King" with his companions is exactly the same as "Scepter 4".

Kusanagi teased Yata.

"Yata-chan, you don't know what you're doing, right?"

"It's all about setting up a diversion and not going too far!"

"If you rush like the other day, you'll get burned. Be careful."

"Hey, what happened the other day has nothing to do with it! I got it!"

In the exchange between Yata and Kusanagi, a small laugh leaked out between "Homura". Awashima muttered in amazement.

"Even at a time like this, "Homura" has a lot of energy..."

She felt a look on her cheek. When she looked over there, Anna was looking at her.

Although she is a girl, she is a respected "King". Awashima turned to Anna and bowed her head respectfully.

"Excuse me, "Red Queen"."

"Because we are connected."

"Eh?"

"We are all deeply connected. That is why."

Saying so, she rolled a red marble in her palm.

"Our fire will never go out."

The red glow that illuminates the marbles is the eldritch web node that is the cornerstone of this operation. However, the "connection" Anna is talking about is probably not referring to that. They share something bigger without even going through the network.

Maybe it's the time they spent together.

It can be the place where they live together.

It may be someone's memory.

They are strongly connected by such things. Awashima is dazzled by that. She doesn't think "Scepter 4" is inferior to "Homura", but is it really as deep a bond as theirs?

"Still, the one that doesn't convince me is the "Blue King"."

Awashima gasped at the sudden voice.

"He's making Anna, the queen of "Homura" risk his life, while he retires to rest. What the hell is that bastard doing? Does he think he's superior?"

Yata crossed his arms with a disgusted expression and complained to Kusanagi. The reason they were speaking loud enough to make it to "Scepter 4" was not to make themselves heard. Awashima also acknowledges that Yata is not that kind of person. He is just sincere.

Kusanagi looked at Awashima. His face said "be tolerant." So, as if he admonished Yata...

"Yata, that was decided at the meeting. We can't let the "Green King" get to the "Slate Room", and if we all get in here and break through, it will be even worse. From now on, Anna and Shiro-san will reduce the enemy's strength, and even if they happen to reach that place, the "Blue King" behind them will surely stop them. That's how it should be."

"No, I'm not talking about strategy or anything like that. What I'm talking about is more of a feeling, an attitude."

Yata lowered his eyes a bit and muttered to himself.

"Kuh, I don't get why anyone would want to follow him."

Awashima felt anger rise among her subordinates behind her.

At the same time, Kusanagi patted Yata on the head.

"Idiot, you're talking too much about something else. I'm sorry, Seri-chan."

With those words, Yata seemed to finally realize that his voice was reaching "Scepter 4". He awkwardly looked at Awashima and said impatiently.

"Ah, it's not about you..."

"...No."

Awashima gently shook her head.

She knew who Yata was talking about. Fushimi Saruhiko. A man who once left "Homura" and later joined "Scepter 4". Yata and Fushimi had a relationship that could be called friends, but Fushimi broke off that relationship.

Their enmity still exists. Most of Yata's anger and frustration towards "Scepter 4" probably stems from Fushimi's affiliation with them. Therefore, Awashima did not take Yata's mistake at face value.

And in a sense, Yata's words are correct.

Everyone in "Scepter 4" would agree that their "King", Reisi Munakata, was a bottomless man. Like Anna Kushina, he is not a "King" who lives with Clansman. This was Munakata's way of being as the "King" who could see everything from a high place and order the clansmen around as he wished.

What is Munakata thinking about in the final line of the "Alliance of the Three Kings", the "Slate Room"? What is he looking at? What is he feeling? Even Awashima, who is his confidante, isn't sure.

At that moment, Anna turned her head and muttered.

"Everyone, back off."

"What?"

Almost at the same time Kusanagi asked, an impact unlike anything before that, shook his feet.

"...He's coming."

Before Anna's gaze, the last of the many layers of shutters suddenly changed shape.

The shutter, which is strong enough to withstand a single hit from a tank gun, crushed and spun inward. As if a wild giant was smashing with all its might, various dents were born on the surface, and it finally became unbearable and exploded.

"Kuh?!"

Mixed with the dust and debris, an extraordinary amount of energy overflowed. A big storm breaking out in the green. The man standing in the center of it all, the "Green King" Hisui Nagare, bared his fangs and laughed.

He waved his right hand carelessly.

The lightning formed the claws of a beast and attacked Awashima and the others. In the blink of an eye, they were unable to react at all.

Flame wings engulfed "Scepter 4" and "Homura".

The "Red Queen". Anna Kushina's supernatural ability. Her supernatural ability, manifested as a flame with will, acted as a shield and repelled the fatal blow. The lightning claws flew in various directions, carving long claw marks on the walls and ceiling of the hall.

Nagare laughed even deeper on the other side of the flickering flames.

"Special Forces. Defensive formation."

Before she could say it out loud, Nagare had disappeared.

All Awashima could perceive was the diffusely reflected green glow and the intense pain that tore through her body. Her awareness flickered with pain as if struck by lightning, and when she came to, she was sprawled on the ground. The reason why she barely fainted was probably thanks to the supernatural field she had developed.

Yata, who had fallen nearby, staggered back, showing his resistance.

"Tch... Damn, I let my guard down!"

When she looked around, most of "Scepter 4" and "Homura" were knocked out. In less than a split second, Nagare had nearly destroyed the two clans.

"That's the "Green King"...!"

The vaguely filtered murmur contained a sound close to despair.

It's a different level from the "Kings" they've seen so far. At least, so it seemed to Awashima. Without a "Golden King", there is no doubt that Nagare is the strongest "King". Clansman etc. are not a problem for him at all.

Awashima probably wasn't the only one who felt helpless. There were a few clansmen who didn't faint, but they were visibly demoralized. Awashima bit her lip and tried to scold them.

But before that, a girl stood up and walked forward.

"Anna! Are you hurt?!"

"I'm fine."

Among the clansmen standing side by side, only the "Red Queen" was unharmed. There is no shyness in her eyes, there is only determination and a sense of mission.

"Here I go. I must stop him."

Wings of flame spread and flutter. Kusanagi yelled as he covered his face from the hot wind.

"Anna!"

Anna didn't hear him. As that small body floated to the surface, she flew towards the hallway, chasing after Nagare as she scattered her otherworldly red feathers.

"Vice Commander..."

A moan came from nearby. When she turned around, the members of the Special Forces, who had injuries all over their body's, were looking at her anxiously.

Their hearts are not broken. At least not yet.

However, their body's, which had been damaged in battles with Mishakuji Yukari and Gojou Sukuna, had already reached their limit. Awashima couldn't lead them to chase the "Green King".

"...Akiyama. Sort the injured into levels and transfer them to the rear. Take the severely injured to the hospital."

Akiyama gasped at the de facto retreat order. Without looking back, Awashima turned on her heel and started walking.

"Ah, where are you going, Vice Commander?!"

"To the "Slate Room". The Captain is in danger."

The power of the "Green King" far exceeded Awashima's expectations. Isana Yashiro predicted that the energy consumed by Hisui Nagare is inversely proportional to the hours of operation. What if the current Munakata was directly hit by a kamikaze-like destruction that he didn't even think of what would come next?

The worst damage was found to be a stiff neck. That alone should be avoided at all costs. Her own life would be nothing more than a paper against the total power of the "King", but still, it is better than doing nothing.

"It's unreasonable! Dealing with a monster like that alone...!"

"Please take us with you!"

Voices were raised one after another among the Special Forces. But Awashima stared at them and shook her head. Some squad members are already injured to the point of not being able to fight.

Letting them accompany her there is the same as ordering them to die. Even Awashima was not prepared to go that far.

At that moment, a voice came from another direction.

"You're not alone. We're going too."

Awashima's eyes widened and she turned her attention to him.

It was "Homura". They are the same ones who received the damage. There are also some clan members who can't stand up.

Even so, Yata and Kusanagi had yet to see despair in their eyes.

When Kusanagi's eyes met, he smiled.

"If you have to protect the "King", we are with you."

Awashima didn't answer, just nodded.

"Homura" and "Scepter 4" used to go head to head and collided many times. But now they share a purpose.

It is to support their "King".

They began to run, with Awashima leading the way. To the "Slate Room". To the battlefield of the "Kings".

++++++++++

A bolt of lightning tore through the interior of the building.

At first glance, it might have seemed like a natural phenomenon. A magnificent spectacle of the gods created by the difference in voltage between the atmosphere and the earth. It is a harbinger of calamity that runs carelessly and haphazardly, destroying everything it touches. The thunder, however, had a certain intention.

The path where the thunder rushed was not random, but was repelled by precise calculation. Before the blockade of Mihashira Tower, he accurately traced the route sent by Mishakuji Yukari and Gojou Sukuna. If Fushimi Saruhiko had watched him, he would have clucked and cursed. Ultimately, until the third phase, the "Alliance of Three Kings" had been unable to capture "Jungle".

But even that is trivial on the battlefield of the "Kings".

There was a bird chasing the rushing thunder. A young bird that flies with flaming wings and spreading fiery feathers. Each of the fluttering feathers in the air changed direction according to their will, and was shot by lightning like a missile chasing an enemy aircraft.

The lightning spun around and dodged its wings, turned around, laughed, and slowed down.

Flying in parallel, the thunder greeted the bird.

"Hello, "Red Queen" Anna Kushina. I was in a rush earlier, I'm sorry. I apologize."

Nagare's tone did not sound like she was in combat. He is as calm as if he is talking to an acquaintance. Anna clenched her back teeth and let out a tense voice.

"Listen, "Green King" Hisui Nagare. Stop it. I can't give you that. That "Slate" is not your toy."

Nagare easily stated that.

"Of course, that's not my toy. I agree. Players who have awakened powers that surpass humans compete to rise to the top. The "Dresden Slate" is a system for that purpose. In other words, no It's just me, it's everyone's toy."

Anna's expression turned serious. Clenching her small fist, she said:

"Stop."

Nagare laughed again, rose, fell, and rose. While he did it, he danced. He spread his hands in the air, turned and said as if he were singing.

"I won't stop, I can't stop. Anna Kushina, I will fulfill my purpose."

"Stop!"

The attack was not intentional. If possible, she wanted to end it with dialogues.

But Anna knew. As Isana Yashiro once pointed out. She knew that through intuition rather than reason.

They can't stop Hisui Nagare with words.

In response to her will, another pair of flames erupted from Anna's back. They are not wings. It was her sword that took the form of a blade to stop the heart of a group of supernatural energy, Nagare.

Nagare looked at Anna and smiled even deeper. Thunder's body stopped suddenly and he turned to Anna. Anna gritted her teeth and fired her own sword.

A pair of flaming swords flew up in a double helix, landed, and exploded.

"......"

Anna also stopped flying and landed. Looking across the flickering explosion, Nagare was unscathed.

"Hmm. Even though you just woke up, you are quite mastering the power of the King. I am impressed."

Conscious of the cold sweat running down her back, Anna returned the words.

"You do not understand the meaning of this power."

"Power itself has no meaning. Every holder of power gives it meaning."

"That's not all...!"

Anna clenched her fists. There, she gathered a crimson aura.

Seeing that, Nagare said as if he was warning.

"I see. In other words, you want to find meaning in it. Suoh Mikoto. Does the will of the previous "Red King" reside there?"

"......"

"I'm sorry, but that's an assumption. Suoh Mikoto and his will no longer exist anywhere in this world. He disappeared with his body. You're free to assume you've inherited it, but it's gone."

"No!"

Screaming, Anna kicked the ground.

The flame wings produced an explosive acceleration. Without hesitation, Anna hurled at Nagare the destructive supernatural energy that she had put into her small fist.

The fist was easily caught by Nagare's palm.

"No doubt."

Nagare laughed even more as he gently wrapped around Anna's fist.

"Because I am the same. I follow their ideas. The wishes of 700.000 people sleeping in that crater. Correct this world where the "King" randomly takes lives. I think they are still screaming from the bottom of the sea."

Using the fist that Nagare clenched as a pivot, Anna turned her body around and kicked him in the stomach with all her strength. Her small body flew back, and Nagare also took a few steps.

"Good."

Facing Anna, who landed and raised her fists, Nagare calmly spread his arms.

"We have confirmed our disagreements. Now let the game begin."

He unleashed his talent.

The supernatural energy that had been radiated indiscriminately began to take on a certain pattern. A mane of thunder wrapped around his head and claws of sparks covered his limbs. In the center of it is his heart, already lost in the hole in Nagare's chest. The mass of supernatural energy pulsing in the depths of his open chest continues to alter his "death".

Nagare is now trying to channel that energy into battle. He is trying to cut the "life" from her and fight according to his own will.

The situation reminded Anna of a word. That is to say...

"The... Thunderbeast!"

Anna once again generated multiple flame swords and fired them in quick succession.

However, she did not hit Nagare. Leaning forward like a beast, he rushed forward and zigzagged through the rain. Glowing green claws thrust out to pull out Anna's heart.

"Ah...!"

Anna closed her wings of fire, barely blocking the attack. "Red" and "Green", two supernatural energies collided and annihilated each other creating a shock wave. In the wave of deadly energy that would have killed an ordinary person instantly, the two "Kings" cut and knotted, and flew while knotting.

It is not the life or death of each one that decides this party. The whereabouts of the "Dresden Slate", that relic that decides the fate of mankind, is what leads to victory or defeat. The "Kings" understood that accurately.

++++++++++

Isana Yashiro's Sanctum floated in the air with its umbrella open in the cold air of the December night.

The interior of Mihashira Tower has been turned into a half-labyrinth due to the invasion of two "Jungle" members and the physical blockade of the "Chabudai Alliance". Unlike Nagare and Anna, Shiro who doesn't have an explosive exit was chasing them from the outer wall of the building.

The battle had already begun. Flashes of fire and lightning were reflected in the windows of the building.

"Anna and Hisui Nagare are fighting..."

"Shiro, look!"

It was Kuro who pointed above his head. He clung to the wall of a building with his Colorless ability, and Neko clung to his neck. At the point where he was pointing, in the sky above Mihashira Tower, two swords appeared as if they were fighting each other.

A red sword that looks like a burning flame and a cool green sword that looks like a roaring forest.

The two "Swords of Damocles" meant that the "Kings" collided with each other with all their might.

"Shiro! Let's hurry up and save Anna!"

Neko let out a hasty voice and Kuro nodded loudly. Nagare, who claims to be the strongest, is too heavy a burden for Anna. As soon as possible, Shiro must also participate in the war.

But...

"Wait a minute."

The reason why he muttered under his breath was because no matter how he looked at it, the calculation didn't add up.

Shiro understands better than anyone the conditions in which the "Sword of Damocles" appears. After all, he was the one who brought that formula into the world.

The nostalgic Konig plan. Sword-shaped Kouki that appears when an EX-α individual's W Deflection exceeds the threshold. Therefore, it is also a barometer that shows how serious the "King" is.

The point is that the "Sword of Damocles" appears only when the Weismann deviation from the "King" exceeds a certain percentage.

Nagare is fighting seriously. In fact, he possessed powers beyond Shiro's imagination, and the possibility that he was fighting while he suppressed energy from him disappeared with that.

By best estimate, Nagare's battery drains in less than five minutes. The inside of his head made a noise.

He doesn't know what Nagare is aiming for. After expending so much unrestrained energy, he hasn't been able to defeat even one of the "Kings". If Shiro was Nagare, they would have withdrawn by now. At this rate, it was obvious that he would be surrounded by three "Kings" and stopped.

Or is this also part of the plan?

Even if he runs out of energy and collapses, is there still "something" that leads him to victory?

"Shiro! Anna!"

Neko's voice crying brought Shiro out of the sea of thoughts.

The expressions of the countless people who once lost their lives in front of him flashed through his mind for a moment and disappeared. He wouldn't add Anna to one of them. He has the power to protect someone. This time, he decided to handle it completely.

"Come on!"

Shouting, Shiro kicked into the air. Kuro and Neko did the same.

It's good to think. It's okay to get lost. But don't just run away. Regardless of Hisui Nagare's intentions, Shiro decided so. So he just followed his heart.

++++++++++

It's strict.

Nagare definitely thought so as he ran through the halls of Mihashira Tower like a meteor.

Of course, he was happy until now. For the first time in a long time, Nagare, who had been straitjacketed underground, was able to enjoy freedom. Just jumping and jumping and fully breathing was pretty fun.

But now he had a "playmate."

Anna Kushina, the flaming bird, the "Red Queen" was chasing Nagare who was running.

Despite her young age, her determination and disposition were exactly the vessel of a "King". With only a thought to protect her comrades, she challenged Nagare, who is far more powerful than her. You might laugh at her for being reckless due to her youth, but Nagare was familiar with that figure.

That night. It was like him, who challenged the "Golden King" even though he knew he couldn't win.

He was happy. So it was fun. The reason was that even though he knew that obtaining the "Dresden Slate" was a priority, he couldn't leave Anna alone.

As he ran, Nagare kicked the ground and danced in the air. With a movement that ignores the laws of physics, he twisted his body in the air and swing his arms at Anna.

The sparks emitted from both claws attacked Anna like a slash.

"......!"

Anna flapped her fiery wings and turned her body to dodge the attack. At the same time, she created a flaming sword and fire it. A direct hit would definitely result in a fatal injury. That was definitely "nice" for Nagare.

If he doesn't risk his life, he won't get true innovation.

Before long, at the end of the long corridor, the door of the "Slate Room" came into view.

Nagare narrowed his eyes. It's a hopeful, unlucky, mixed feeling. There is no doubt that therein lies his most sincere longing. Still, it was a shame that "moment" ended.

Looking back at Anna, who had caught up with him, Nagare confessed honestly.

"Sorry, Kushina Anna. Looks like my game with you ends here."

Anna's expression turned tense as if she sensed something with her sensitive ability.

The supernatural lightning energy that covered Nagare's entire body began to emit an abnormal glow. The pounding pulse abruptly increased his pace, and the electrical charge in the air created an unpleasant sizzle. Anna spread her flame wings and slammed to a halt, taking a great distance from Nagare.

And then, Nagare released his power.

Thunder several times more powerful than the "Raiko no Jutsu" exploded around Nagare. A storm of coffers that burns and destroys everything it touches. Driven back by a torrent of power that resembled the wrath of a god, Nagare opened the door with his own body.

And Nagare saw it.

The circular "Slate" embedded in the thick floor glass. The last hidden treasure that brings innovation to humanity.

The "Dresden Slate".

Nagare smiled involuntarily as he climbed to the top of his dream.

"I have finally arrived. It is the goal."

"No, there is no target."

A voice reached his ears.

When he looked at him, their eyes met. Eyes as if rationality and reason were condensed and hardened. While he is bathed in destructive energy, his expression is calm as if blown by a gentle breeze.

The "Blue King" Reisi Munakata.

His saber was stopping Nagare's body. Blue and green, two energies that push and cancel each other. Even with all of Nagare's power, he still couldn't defeat Munakata's saber.

No. It's different.

It was no longer "full power." His energy, his life, is rapidly losing his luster. Nagare knew that through his senses.

In an instant, the energy membrane that had covered Nagare's entire body was broken. Like light snow melting in the sunlight, he crumbled, and vanished from the surface at the contact of Munakata's blade.

The weight of "death" weighs on both shoulders.

Nagare suddenly changed the direction of his energy. He tried to direct all the energy that had gone haywire out, in, and expend all of his strength to survive.

Munakata did not miss that opportunity.

The saber gave off an intense glow, and the power formed by the blue supernatural ability acted as a "thrust force" instead of a "cutting force". Munakata then tossed Nagare's body, which had become defenseless, over his head like a baseball player hitting a home run ball.

Breaking through the multiple layers of the ceiling, Nagare's body rose up into the night sky.

Looking up at the brilliant pure white moon, Nagare smiled quietly.

++++++++++

Isana Yashiro was the first to notice.

Above the Mihashira Tower, where multiple "Swords of Damocles"... "Red" and "Green" floating in the night sky were fighting each other, a new sword "Blue" appeared. Directly receiving that glow, the "Green" sword distorted, wavered, and finally disappeared.

"Finally... your battery is dead!"

Shiro kicked into the air and rose up. Running along the wall of the building, Kuro and Neko also followed.

Hisui Nagare's power has been exhausted. So far it was predictable.

No, he supposed that could be said to be too predictable. It was too self-explanatory, like throwing an object and it will fall over.

That's why Shiro couldn't stop the excitement.

If all of that is according to Hisui Nagare's plot.

Even if he desperately thinks, he can't read the plot. Maybe they were misinterpreting something in some ridiculous way. He couldn't control his anxiety.

Shiro thought so. He thought as he ran through the air. Through the gaping hole in the top floor of Mihashira Tower, they broke into the "Slate Room".

"Anna! Munakata-san!"

In the "Slate Room", things were already changing.

From the entrance, he could see Anna walking slowly inside. Her body seemed to be damaged and exhausted, but she still hadn't run out of energy. She looked up at Shiro, nodded slightly, and returned her eyes to the center of the room.

There were two "Kings" there.

"Blue King" and "Green King". Reisi Munakata and Hisui Nagare.

It was already resolved. Nagare had his exhausted body stretched out, and Munakata plunged a saber into his neck.

Looking towards Nagare, Munakata asked quietly.

"How was it, Hisui Nagare? Did you have as much fun as you wanted? You were like a beast, without intelligence or order."

While looking at Munakata, Nagare responded with a bright voice.

"Yes, it was a lot of fun, Reisi Munakata. And all humans are beasts. We are just individual creatures that are different from each other."

Then, Nagare shook his head and fixed his gaze on her.

"I'm sure you are too, Ameno Miyabi."

Everyone present saw Neko.

Neko shrugged. Gold and blue, two eyes wide open and blood pouring from her face. The expression on her face only expressed a feeling.

That means, fear.

"Wa-Wagahai is a cat!"

Saying that to cut him off, Neko hid on Kuro's back. As if by doing so she could cease to exist.

"Neko...?"

Even when Kuro asked worriedly, Neko just shook her head. Shiro observed the situation from within the Japanese umbrella.

On the other hand, Munakata looked back at Nagare.

"Ameno Miyabi, is that the real name of the girl that I couldn't find even with the investigation of "Scepter 4"? But isn't she too special to be an example for humans in general?"

"I think so because you're stupid. She's my compatriot. We redefine ourselves without being bound by our preconceived humanity. The way free spirit should be is the potential of being human. And now, me, who's closest to that ideal, I have come to receive the "Slate"."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Munakata's lips.

"Are you going to say that you are the one who deserves to be the administrator of the "Slate"? That is really arrogant."

Nagare also gave Munakata a quizzical look.

"That is a misunderstanding, Munakata Reisi. There can be no such thing as a "proper manager" for the "Dresden Slate". Arbitrarily trying to handle "it", the source of possibility, itself shows a lack of understanding of its essence. It's absurd."

"I see. Are you saying that the raison d'être of the "Slate" is not to administer power, but to invite chaos that simply unleashes it?"

"There is no such thing as "meaning". Only powerful people wield that power at will."

"Like Kagutsu Genji?"

That question stopped time in the "Slate Room".

Genji Kagutsu. The treacherous "King" who caused the worst burst of royal power in history.

Like Kagutsu, Hisui Nagare's origin is shrouded in mystery. No one knows how he came to be "King" before he suddenly appeared before the "Golden King" nine years ago.

However, due to his abnormal build, the hole in his chest, and the powerful energy he constantly radiates, Shiro speculated that Nagare was a victim of the Kagutsu Incident. During the great destruction caused by Kagutsu, wasn't Nagare chosen as the "King"?

If so, Munakata's question is too cruel.

And then, Nagare answered that question head on.

"Affirmative. I will give all humans the power to protect themselves from a "King" like Kagutsu Genji. Therefore, I don't care if I become Kagutsu himself."

His commanding and unwavering response showed that this was his true intention.

There is no change in the fact that Nagare is the "King" of the conspiracy that lurks in the depths of the Web. Many lives were lost by getting caught in the web.

But at its core, perhaps, it was an ideal that was as pure as a child.

For the first time, Munakata felt the true feelings of the hostile "King", but, even so, Munakata did not hesitate.

"But you're running out of power now. How do you view this situation?"

A brilliant blue blade touched Hisui Nagare's throat. If Munakata wanted to, he would be able to take Nagare's life right now.

"Hisui Nagare, you are already dead. According to the information from the "Silver King", your physical vitality is barely maintained thanks to the Green Clan's special ability. This is probably the reason why they can freely adjust their own athletic abilities."

Even so, Nagare did not show the slightest agitation. As if everything was going according to plan.

"However, if you run out of power, it's like this, a toy with a dead battery... No, it's supposed to be like a corpse. I don't think you're qualified to compete with me for ownership of the "Slate"."

Nagare looked at Munakata and smiled gently.

"That's right. But I'm not the one to fight you."

Saying that, Nagare added.

"Now... "He" will come the way that I made. He's my trump card."

"He?"

No one could understand who he was referring to. Hisui Nagare's trump card. It's neither Mishakuji Yukari, Gojou Sukuna, or Kotosaka. The final piece, probably known only to Nagare.

Isana Yashiro was the closest to an answer. The response to Nagare's plan was moving forward so they wouldn't get distracted. However, even if they knew there was "something", they didn't know what it was.

However, the footsteps of "him" had already begun to be heard.

Drifting, turning into a "gray" mist.

++++++++++

"Come on! Anna's in danger! Show your guts on her!"

"Yes!"

Yata raised his fist and cheered them on as he raced down the hall on his skateboard. In response, the members of "Homura" let out a voice. The figure of them rushing towards the "Slate Room" together, towards the battlefield of the "Kings", was like a meteor shower of fireballs.

Slightly behind them, Kusanagi, Awashima, and the members of "Scepter 4" were running as well. Awashima muttered in amazement as he stared at "Homura" and the others.

"I'm really fine, even in this situation..."

Kusanagi responded with a smile.

"Since this is the situation, let's do it. At times like this, it's good to have Yata-chan."

"Vice Commander."

Akiyama, who was catching up, briefed Awashima.

"It seems that a problem has occurred in the supernatural network of the "Red King". We are having trouble communicating with the command vehicle."

Kusanagi's expression hardened and exchanged glances with Awashima. He didn't want to think that something happened to Anna.

(I can't imagine what kind of situation she will be in in the battle with Hisui Nagare. As soon as possible, we must arrive on the battlefield and support them.)

As soon as he thought that, Yata yelled and stopped.

"Gah!"

Kusanagi also stopped and looked at him.

A cloud of gray smoke.

No, that was...

"What is this... fog...? Watch out everyone!"

As he shouted a warning, Kusanagi turned his gaze to Awashima. If it can't be natural, then they have to think of it as interference from the enemy's supernatural powers. They had to work on corrective action immediately.

However, Awashima was not there.

Kusanagi widened his eyes and looked around. Yata, Kamamoto, and the "Homura" members, who had been in a good mood until a while ago, were nowhere to be seen.

"Yata! Kamamoto! Seri-chan!"

In the vague world of mist, Kusanagi raised his voice alone. But what returned was silence.

No.

There was only one thing that rang in his ears.

Katsun, katsun, the sound of someone's footsteps.

Behind the misty veil, the figures flickered. Someone was walking. He took a leisurely step, as if he were taking a walk, and he didn't seem to mind Kusanagi.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Kusanagi made a quick decision. He saw the figure as the source of the situation, the enemy. He created countless fireballs with his lighter and shot them out like a shotgun.

All those fireballs hit the figure.

And everything slipped.

"What?!"

He felt a figure laugh from beyond the mist.

But that was it. "It" did not stop, it went into the misty world and went back.

"What the hell is that guy?! Damn it, Anna!"

Kusanagi began to run in the direction where the shadow had disappeared. At the same time, he took out a marble from his pocket and looked at it.

The red glow, flickering faintly, was still on. Kusanagi spoke to him.

"Fushimi! Can you hear me?! What's going on now?!"

The marble flickered and Enomoto's voice echoed in his mind. It was imperfect, like a noisy radio transmission.

"There's an unknown Sanctum inside the tower...! It's a "King"!"

Only those words were clearly audible.

"What?!"

"Vertical Over... The "Sword of Damocles"!"

"Impossible! A fifth "King"!"

Kusanagi ground her teeth. All kinds of questions were resolved immediately. But he didn't have time to analyze it. Through the misty hallway he ran forward.

If Kusanagi had had time to look at the sky at that moment, he would have been in awe of its majesty.

Like when Fushimi jumped out of the command vehicle on the ground floor and looked up at the sky.

There was a "Sword of Damocles" floating in the "gray".

++++++++++

The mist enveloped Shiro as if it had a will. As if to isolate each individual, entering the gaps between humans and trying to separate their existence.

"Shiro!"

With a weak voice, Neko came closer. Kuro also drew his sword and stood in front of Shiro. So that no matter what kind of person attacks, he will be cut down immediately.

"Ok. I'll be by your side."

Whispering softly, Shiro grabbed Neko's hand. Her cold, trembling hands meant that she was completely scared.

Regret stabbed into his chest. He wishes he had taken better care of her. Neko has always been afraid. She acts stubborn so they wouldn't understand her. He was distracted by Hisui Nagare's mysterious behavior and didn't see the signal.

He had to listen to Neko's story.

But before that, the situation itself must be dealt with.

"Munakata-san."

He called him as a warning. From that mist he could feel the signs of "blocking" and "rejection". But, the "Kings" are too big to hide. Just as no wall can hide mountains, Munakata's presence was firmly there.

Munakata spoke in a calm tone.

"I see, so you were behind Hisui Nagare's reckless actions and inexplicable self-confidence..."

At that moment, Munakata swung his saber to the side with imperceptible speed.

The blue phosphorescence dispersed, and his glow pierced through the mist itself.

A bored middle-aged man in a cassock appeared from the other side.

Shiro, however, recognized that face. He looks very tired and unshaven, but he's seen him.

That is to say...

"The Sixth King, the "Grey King", who is said to have died during the Kagutsu Incident..."

"Ah, wait a minute, Munakata. Human relations come first. I have something to tell you."

As if to interrupt Munakata, who was about to speak, he raised a hand.

"If it's about me, call me "Iwa-san"."

Saying that, he smiled.

24 notes · View notes