The moment Kitahara Minakaze looked over, the hand the Salaryman Uncle used to hold his cigarette suddenly trembled.
Ash fell silently to the ground.
The Salaryman Uncle narrowed his eyes and took a fierce drag of his cigarette.
He didn’t know if it was just an illusion.
Just now, he couldn’t shake the feeling that a red light was glowing in Kitahara Minakaze’s eyes.
Like…
some kind of ominous entity.
The miko was similarly intimidated by Kitahara Minakaze’s aura for a brief moment.
But she quickly recovered and regained her composure.
Because no matter how she looked at him, the person standing before her was an ordinary human through and through.
Someone like that, no matter how imposing their aura, couldn’t possibly hurt her.
With that thought in mind.
The miko straightened her expression and suddenly smiled charmingly.
“Telling us to prepare to die and all that… You must be that girl’s older brother. I can certainly feel your anger.”
Kitahara Minakaze’s lips twitched.
He looked at the miko and retorted sarcastically, “Are you deaf? Didn’t I just admit to being her brother? Do you think asking again makes you look cool? Or are you just trying to make yourself seem more in control?”
The miko fell silent.
Veins popped on her forehead.
“You bastard, I’m here to pay you back for that punch!” the Frivolous Youth yelled, taking over for the miko.
Kitahara Minakaze leaned forward slightly, keeping his eyes fixed ahead, completely ignoring him.
Holding his cigarette butt, the Salaryman Uncle suddenly called out, “Kid, if you can beat those two, I wouldn’t mind letting…”
Before he could finish his sentence.
Kitahara Minakaze dashed forward.
His target was none other than the Uncle himself.
So fast.
That was the first thought that arose in the minds of the trio led by the miko.
The Salaryman Uncle instantly lost all interest in talking.
He quickly tossed away his cigarette butt, formed his right hand into the shape of a gun, and aimed it at Kitahara Minakaze, who was charging at him with blinding speed.
“Explode!”
As if to bolster his own courage, the Salaryman Uncle shouted at the top of his lungs this time.
His other hand violently slapped his right shoulder.
Bang.
Smoke and flames erupted right in front of Kitahara Minakaze’s face.
As the sound of the explosion echoed.
Thick smoke obscured Kitahara Minakaze’s figure.
But in the very next second.
A large hand.
Pierced through the thick smoke, appearing on the outside, and violently swiped to the side.
The dense smoke from the explosion churned.
Kitahara Minakaze burst out of the smoke, his speed completely unaffected.
His rapidly pumping legs were almost a blur.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!”
The Salaryman Uncle took a step back, shouting loudly as he slapped his shoulder again.
The subsequent explosion still failed to halt Kitahara Minakaze’s advance.
The Salaryman Uncle was incredibly decisive; he turned his head and immediately bolted in the opposite direction.
Kitahara Minakaze was already right on top of him.
Just as Kitahara Minakaze was about to catch up to the Salaryman Uncle.
The Frivolous Youth was the first to react.
“Stop looking down on us!”
With a somewhat ferocious expression, he charged at Kitahara Minakaze from the side, repeatedly clenching his fists.
The two sprinted along a straight line.
One chasing.
One intercepting.
The lines intersected.
The moment the distance between them was mere centimeters.
The Frivolous Youth raised both fists and swung them confidently toward Kitahara Minakaze’s temples.
“Fist!”
A shockwave violently erupted outward from his fists.
Gravel on the ground was blasted into the air.
It was the gravel, not Kitahara Minakaze.
“Eh?”
A shadow blocked out the setting sun.
The Frivolous Youth instantly looked up.
Kitahara Minakaze, who had stopped at some unknown point, was right beside him, violently spinning into a roundhouse kick.
Screech—
The sole of his pivoting shoe scraped against the ground, letting out an ear-piercing sound from the intense rotation.
The full-circle roundhouse kick carried tremendous momentum.
It planted itself squarely on the back of the Frivolous Youth’s head.
The force found its release point.
And instantly exploded.
The Frivolous Youth, already leaning forward from his punch, smashed face-first into the ground, shattering several of his teeth.
The remaining force even caused the Frivolous Youth to flip in the air before he slammed brutally back onto the dirt.
Kitahara Minakaze didn’t even spare the Frivolous Youth a glance.
The moment his right leg landed from the kick, he seamlessly shifted backward.
He displayed astonishing explosive power once again.
And charged toward the frantically retreating Salaryman Uncle.
“That’s way beyond just having good reflexes!”
The miko glanced at the downed Frivolous Youth and let out an angry shout, her right hand, hanging by her side, forming a hand seal.
She became the second person to intercept Kitahara Minakaze.
She was faster than the Frivolous Youth.
Much faster.
It was almost unreasonable, arriving in an instant.
The moment Kitahara Minakaze turned his head.
She was already at his side.
It was completely unavoidable.
“One Blade.”
The miko locked eyes with Kitahara Minakaze and viciously thrust the wakizashi in her hand toward him.
Smack.
There was no sensation of piercing flesh.
The miko immediately looked down at the wakizashi in her hand.
The tip of the blade was mere centimeters from Kitahara Minakaze’s flank.
The blade itself was gripped tightly in Kitahara Minakaze’s left hand.
It couldn’t advance even a single centimeter further.
“Are you kid—”
Just like the Salaryman Uncle, the miko instinctively tried to shout, only to suddenly realize that Kitahara Minakaze had raised his right fist.
She instinctively wanted to abandon her sword and retreat.
But it was too late.
The fist tore through the air and planted itself squarely on the bridge of her nose.
The miko’s nose visibly caved in.
If viewed in slow motion, one would clearly see that aside from her nose, all the muscles in her face were rippling from the impact of the punch.
Blood sprayed into the air.
The miko was sent flying.
At the very last moment, she made the correct judgment—instead of letting go of the hilt, she gripped it tightly.
As she was thrown backward, the wakizashi was yanked free, leaving a deep, bone-exposing gash across Kitahara Minakaze’s palm.
But compared to her.
This was a light injury.
Bang.
Just as Kitahara Minakaze shook the blood off his left hand.
An explosion detonated right in front of his face.
The interceptions by the miko and the Frivolous Youth had been somewhat effective; the Salaryman Uncle had managed to pull back to a relatively safe distance and was once again providing ranged support.
And just as the thick smoke and flames erupted in front of Kitahara Minakaze’s face.
The Frivolous Youth scrambled up from the ground.
And charged at Kitahara Minakaze once more.
“You little brat!”
The Frivolous Youth clenched his fists and roared furiously.
Because his front teeth were shattered, his words leaked air, but his sheer rage was still unmistakable.
He rushed to where Kitahara Minakaze stood and, with all his might, violently swung both fists.
“Fist!!!!!”
It was incredibly imposing.
But sometimes, being imposing was utterly useless.
A pair of hands pierced through the thick smoke just as the Frivolous Youth threw his punch. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
With a sharp smack, they grabbed his wrists and violently twisted them outward.
The shockwaves blasted outward on either side of Kitahara Minakaze.
The fierce winds blew away the thick smoke.
Kitahara Minakaze took a step forward, breaking through the residual fog, and appeared completely unscathed before the Frivolous Youth’s eyes.
The Frivolous Youth: “!”
Kitahara Minakaze gripped the Frivolous Youth’s wrists tightly, leaned his waist and head sharply backward, and delivered a brutal headbutt straight to his skull.
Their skulls collided viciously.
A dull thud rang out.
The Frivolous Youth’s head snapped back, his eyes rolling white as he briefly lost consciousness.
Kitahara Minakaze yanked his arms, pulling him right back, and kicked him in the stomach with his left leg, followed immediately by a kick to his knee.
Struck in two places.
The Frivolous Youth dropped straight to his knees in front of him.
Kitahara Minakaze tossed his wrists aside.
His hands shifted to grab both sides of the youth’s head, and bending his right leg, he aimed for his jaw.
A knee strike—
Crack.
The Frivolous Youth’s jaw instantly deformed.
When Kitahara Minakaze let go of his head, the youth’s eyes rolled completely back, and he slumped limply backward.
He had completely lost consciousness.
Bang.
Flames and thick smoke exploded in front of Kitahara Minakaze’s eyes once again.
Although a bit late.
The Salaryman Uncle was still dutifully fulfilling his obligation of providing ranged support.
Even though.
It was completely and utterly useless.
The thick smoke from the explosion gradually dissipated.
Kitahara Minakaze’s breathing was a bit ragged, but he still stood firmly in place.
Beside him, the unconscious Frivolous Youth remained sprawled on the ground.
Not far away, the miko was still clutching her nose, rolling around and screaming.
Suddenly, the Salaryman Uncle was the only one left standing.
“Oh, right, Uncle.”
Without even turning his head, Kitahara Minakaze raised his foot, aimed at the Frivolous Youth’s abdomen, and stomped down hard.
The unconscious Frivolous Youth’s entire abdomen caved in from the stomp, and his body violently jerked upward.
Dark red blood poured from the corner of his mouth like a fountain, staining a large patch of the ground red.
Then came the second stomp.
And then, the third.
After finishing the third stomp.
Kitahara Minakaze finally turned his head slowly.
Through the faint, lingering smoke, he looked at the Salaryman Uncle and asked expressionlessly, “What were you trying to say just now?”
…
The index finger the Salaryman Uncle was pointing at Kitahara Minakaze.
Began to tremble violently.
In that instant.
He saw it again.
He swore it!
He really saw it!
In Kitahara Minakaze’s eyes.
That red light, like some ominous entity.
…
He wasn’t seeing things.
It wasn’t an illusion.
It was the byproduct of a certain status.
If he could see the status panel.
He would have known.
Right now, in Kitahara Minakaze’s special status column, there was an additional, easy-to-understand status.
That status was called ‘Rage’.
The description was simple and clear—
‘Burns the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.
Hair stands on end in sheer fury.’