Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 375, Section 067: Exposure
At noon, the sunlight in Kyoto barely dispelled the mist, tearing away the city's hazy veil.

Even at the brightest time of day, darkness never disappears.

Small, shadowy figures darted through the gaps between the towering steel and concrete structures.

Those were the elite White Walkers who had quickly assembled after smelling the blood.

The energy of the destiny words flickered, and the fluctuations spread out one after another. These vast and complex destinies intersected and became entangled, until they were torn off the trajectory of life by a ferocious force.

"boom."

A gunshot rang out, then was barely perceptible after being silenced.

A black shadowy figure leaped at high speed and fell straight down from the five-story building, crashing into a shipping container on the road with a dull thud.

"over there!"

Many White Walkers had already witnessed the deaths of their comrades, but this only fueled their ferocity, causing their vertical pupils to flash and their fangs to bar.

"47."

Kou Lin muttered to himself, then holstered his gun, reloaded, and swiftly slipped between the roof tiles and cover.

"46."

Wen Fengsheng glanced at the Otherworldly being cleaved in two by an air blade as it sped through the air.

The opponent's face still held the frenzied look of attack, its raised claws had already flipped over the eaves, and its lower body was dripping with liquid.

As he moved, he held Qi Xiuge's hand and dragged the young man away quickly.

Qi Xiuge is currently experiencing the side effects of the command, with all neural responses and sensory sensations delayed by two seconds before they can be received and processed.

This is a side effect of the two seconds borrowed by [Time Shift and Potential Change]. They have a way to correct it, but it is inconvenient to do so for the time being.

Their current task is to draw the White Walkers' firepower as much as possible, create trouble, and make it easier for Jin Ziyue from within to take action.

Once surrounded by these guys, it'll be a close-quarters battle.

Wen Fengsheng only wanted to reduce their numbers as much as possible before the Others got close.

only……

He felt a strange unease.

These White Walkers seem... way too easy to kill.

……

The Han Dynasty imperial palace, the twenty-ninth floor.

"General, the killer used 14.35 caliber sniper bullets, which have extremely strong penetrating power, but are not capable of breaking bulletproof glass."

After examining the bloody hole in the Stand's head, one of his men used tweezers to remove the blood-stained bullet and reported back to Akira Akahoshi.

"A kilometer away, past bulletproof glass and my defenses, this kind of assassin cannot be judged by common sense."

Akahoshi shook his head and looked thoughtful.

“He needs to have special abilities to see through the glass and my barrier, and he also needs to have the vision to pinpoint locations precisely.”

Akira Akahoshi glanced around the room, seemingly casually, and said nothing more.

His subordinates understood immediately, glancing out of the corner of their eyes at the trembling waiters behind them.

"This place could very well be exposed to the other side."

"Do we need to remove the extra eyes?"

Akira Akahoshi said in a deep voice, "No need. I think I've already discovered another group of people."

His subordinates straightened up and followed Akashi Hoshino's gaze.

Among the waiters, one person met the other's gaze with a blank expression.

The man's face was resolute, and his chiseled profile held an indescribable coldness, like a deadly sword sheathed by a blank expression.

Jin Ziyue didn't deliberately look at him, but he knew that guy was Kamikawa Yu.

"Yuichi-kun." Akira Akahoshi stepped forward and said, "You're still alive."

Kamikawa Yu, or rather Kamikawa Yuichi, had no intention of hiding anything: "No need for the head of the family to worry."

When dealing with intelligent people, the simpler and more direct the better.

The moment he witnessed the imposter Akahoshi Raon being killed, his emotions wavered, and he failed to conceal his presence, which was not surprising when Akahoshi Akira caught it.

Akashi Akira's guards swarmed around him, each brandishing a short, curved sword from their waist.

The other waiters also stirred, stumbling and pulling back, instantly clearing a space next to Kamikawa Yuichi.

Tanaka pulled the dazed Jin Ziyue along and silently hid in the crowd.

……

“You can’t save him by yourself.” Akira Akira looked him straight in the eye.

When the two sides were facing off, there was not a trace of unease in Yuichi Kamikawa's expression.

"Soldiers are more valuable than finesse." Kamikawa Yuyi was noncommittal.

Akira scrutinized his face. Although the face shape was somewhat unfamiliar, the restrained and dormant energy he exuded was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

"Then let me see just how determined you are, and how far you'll burn."

Akashi Akira beckoned, and the White Walker warriors beside him surged forward like a swarm of bees.

Yuichi Kamikawa was also familiar with Akira Akahoshi's elite troops; these were the Twelve Demon Moons. This corresponded to the Japanese clan's name for the twelve months of the year.

Originally, he should have been a killer exuding a murderous aura, but thanks to his name and code name, he lost some of his chilling presence.

January is early and clear, February is plum blossoms, March is cherry blossoms at night, April is peaceful and serene, May is bathing in orchids, June is cicada wings, July is cool moon, August is moon viewing, September is bamboo intoxication, October is timely rain, November is Kagura, December is hazy moon.

The Twelve Masters is the code name for the strongest samurai around Akira Akahoshi.

Their suits began to blur, as if erased by an eraser. Amidst the mixed colors, the light and shadow gradually distorted, slowly returning to their original form.

Twelve sword-wielding warriors clad in flowing black robes!

Yuichi Kamikawa, still dressed in a gray waiter's vest, reached into his formal attire from his neck and pulled out his long sword as if pulling out a spine.

Strangely, the waiter's formal attire was so tight and proper that there was no way to conceal a weapon. It seemed that Yuichi Kamikawa had actually pulled his distinctly segmented spine out of his own body.

He drew a grayish-white samurai sword, dull and without metallic luster, but with a crystalline texture.

The moment he gripped the hilt, Kamikawa Yuichi erupted like a samurai roaring in a room, sweeping his hand in a flurry of motion. The flashing light of his iaido sword ripped through the air like a line, and in an instant, metal clashed against metal—

Clang—

In that instant, the Twelve Demon Moons came forward, their swords flashing with light, some black, some red, their magic power, sword energy, and additional effects all flickering.

Unexpectedly, Kamikawa Yuichi's sword strike, like cracks in a shattered mirror, defied the sense of spatial disintegration and severed all the sword energy, internal force, and vital energy.

As a result, the twelve demon moons all changed color and took several steps back to stabilize themselves.

Jin Ziyue hid in the panicked crowd. Although his face showed signs of crying, his eyes were clear.

This is the power of destiny.

【Snowstorm and Flood】

No wonder, the opponent's command was not meant to trigger an effect, but rather to strengthen their own destiny.

A master who can utilize destiny does not adhere to the written word of destiny; their strength lies within themselves.

But there's still a problem.

Jin Ziyue stared at the long knife in his hand.

This type of weapon reminded him of the diamond blade he had created using [Eagle Carbon Gas].

A lattice-type weapon with a frosted finish, yet its hardness is truly top-notch.

It appears to be a quartz weapon.

Just then, the life-giving words on Kamikawa Yuichi and the Twelve Demon Moons flickered, and the ripples became increasingly obvious.

A dusty gray longsword, in an instant, moved like a dragon embracing the moon, twisting at several angles before slicing through the throat!
(End of this chapter)