Hearing Isayama Naraku's command, the spiritual beast known as Ranguren imdiately opened its maw. A massive amount of energy gathered in its mouth, but just as it was about to fire, Isayama Yomi's figure blurred like a phantom. She rushed to Naraku's front, turning her palm into a blade to thrust toward his heart.
Seeing this, Naraku hurriedly twisted his body and retreated to dodge, but Yomi's speed was significantly faster than his...
Screech! With a sharp sound, the fabric of Naraku's clothing was shredded by Yomi's sharp fingertips, leaving a deep gash across his chest.
"What a sha. If it had been a bit deeper, I could have sliced your heart open directly."
Licking the blood off her fingers, Isayama Yomi spoke while looking at Naraku, whose face had turned pale from the pain, with a sense of genuine regret.
"Ranguren!"
Gritting his teeth, Naraku called upon the spiritual beast within the blade Shishio once more. The beast, having already finished charging, widened its mouth and unleashed a Roar Wave instantly.
Boom! A loud explosion shattered the tranquility of the Isayama clan estate.
"What happened?"
Isayama Yuu, who was still handling clan affairs in his room, heard the commotion. He hurried out and grabbed a passing clan mber who was rushing by.
"The Clan Head is under attack!"
"What?"
Yuu froze at the news. Although the Isayama clan's strength had indeed waned significantly after losing the two clan elites, Yomi and i, it remained a prominent family among Tokyo's psychic clans. Who would have the audacity to attack them? And to target the Clan Head himself...
"Hurry! Summon all high-level psychics!"
After a brief mont of shock, Yuu imdiately realized the importance of his brother, Naraku. With both heirs having t with misfortune, if the Clan Head were to suffer an accident now, the entire Isayama clan would truly be finished!
"Why?"
Looking at Isayama Yomi, who had once again successfully intercepted Ranguren's attack, Isayama Naraku frowned.
"Why do I understand Ranguren so well?"
Easily dodging the spiritual beast's Roar Wave once again, Yomi stood atop the ruins of the building with a cold sneer on her face.
"Because I am Isayama Yomi herself, Father!"
"No, impossible! Yomi could never be like you!"
Hearing this evil creature dare to impersonate his daughter, Naraku felt a surge of blood and energy. As the wound on his chest, which had just begun to clot, split open, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.
"How heartless, Father. Even though you've already realized it's really , you're still unwilling to acknowledge my identity?"
"Or is it that you simply cannot accept that the heir you placed so much hope in has fallen into the path of evil?"
"Shut up!"
Yomi's words perfectly struck Naraku's nerves. Driven by rage, Naraku instinctively swung his blade at her, but suddenly, he saw a twisted, eerie smile play across her lips...
"Not good!"
Rembering Ranguren's weakness, Naraku's expression changed drastically. He tried to halt his attack, but it was already too late!
In the blink of an eye, Yomi appeared behind Naraku's right side. With a swift joint lock, she easily wrenched the precious blade, Shishio, from his hand. As Shishio left Naraku's grasp, the spiritual beast Ranguren instantly collapsed, turning into countless motes of light that retreated back into the sword.
"Goodbye, Father!"
With a cruel sneer, Yomi swung Shishio toward Naraku's body. But at the very mont Naraku was about to lose his life, a soft golden light suddenly enveloped and protected him.
"Tch, the Inari God?"
Though she had never seen it before, Yomi recognized at a glance that this masterpiece was the work of the Inari God. Casting a regretful look at the survivor Naraku, Yomi—having successfully obtained her objective—vanished into the night with a few leaps.
"Thank you, Great One, for your assistance."
Clutching the wound on his chest, Naraku expressed his gratitude for being saved while waiting for the mysterious figure in the shadows to reveal themselves. However, tens of seconds passed, and the surroundings remained silent.
"Unwilling to see ?"
Since the Inari God did not appear, a flash of disappointnt crossed Naraku's eyes, but he showed no further reaction. After all, that intervention might have been a whim of so passing deity. To have kept his life was already fortunate enough; if a great figure didn't want to et him, would he dare to take offense?
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After leaving the Isayama estate, Isayama Yomi headed straight for an overpass in Tokyo.
"You're back too late, Yomi."
Isayama i was still wearing her solemn kimono, but unlike before, her garnt was now soaked through with fresh blood.
"Did you kill many people?"
Gazing at i's blood-dripping kimono, Yomi frowned and took a few steps back. Although their sense of good and evil had changed after becoming the Nine-Tailed Fox's puppets, i's current state still disgusted her.
"I didn't just kill many people; to be precise, I've exterminated the Isuna family where your fiancé was from. How about it? Are you happy to hear the news?"
"Why did you do that?"
Yomi actually felt very little stir in her heart regarding the Isuna family's massacre. After all, the only one she had ever cared about was her fiancé, Isuna Noriyuki. After Noriyuki broke off their engagent, whether the entire Isuna clan lived or died had nothing to do with her!
The reason Yomi was dissatisfied with i's actions was that she had taken things too far. Although the Isuna family couldn't have been truly "exterminated" as i claid, the main branch responsible for the primary inheritance had certainly seen its bloodline cut off. If this news spread, it might scare all the psychic families in Tokyo into banding together, which could create obstacles for Lord Nine-Tails' plan...
"Who told them to be so foolish as to rush over and break the engagent while you were unconscious?"
Isayama i spread her hands, scoffing at Yomi's worries. With Lord Nine-Tails' help, her and Yomi's strength had only risen to the Special Grade level. Yet, just like that, she—a single Special Grade—had slaughtered her way through the Isuna family, which boasted hundreds of years of heritage!
Isayama i truly saw no point in preserving such useless families.
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