What is that?
As her vision blurred from the shockwaves, Haruno Yukinoshita suddenly thought of something.
"Gah-gah-gah——"
Hoarse. Unpleasant.
The harsh cawing sounds came one after another.
But…
She clutched her chest. The extremely dull and uncomfortable feeling of oppression quietly disappeared.
She looked up.
A shocking scene, like a torrent of ink, was raging and sweeping across the sky!
Black crows.
Flocks of them. Countless numbers. The crows seemed to have received a summons, gathering as if to pay homage to their King!
The black crows formed a living, breathing river in the sky.
Occasionally, a black feather drifted down. Haruno reached out and caught one in a daze.
It was real… not an illusion.
"...…"
She suddenly clenched the black feather tight, her chest heaving. She looked at the figure standing amidst the chaos with excitement and agitation.
Although he was far away, Haruno could see the man's face clearly.
It was a young man.
He looked ordinary at first glance, but there was a sharp handsomeness to his features.
Him.
Or should I say, "Him"?
His face was unusually calm. Even in the face of an apocalyptic disaster, he remained composed, as if this were nothing more than a passing breeze.
Haruno was puzzled about the identity of this person.
Beside her, Kyoaki Hashimoto was absent-mindedly reciting the legend of the Black Crows in his mind.
"Its voice is intelligent, its shape is auspicious. It often soars in the wilderness; it is a Messenger. It casts a shadow in the Kingdom of Gods…"
"It is the Yatagarasu…"
Suddenly, a sharp, broken gong-like voice burst from Hashimoto's throat.
"The Artifact recognized its Master! The Artifact recognized its Master!!"
His wailing cry made Haruno realize what she had overlooked.
The Artifact recognized its Master!
She couldn't help but tremble.
What does this mean…
This means that after Grandma Mitsue, another Extraordinary Person had surfaced.
And unlike the slow, cryptic teachings of Mitsue, this person had appeared in a high-profile, explosive manner—by mastering a Divine Weapon instantly.
"CLANG——————!!!"
The man seemed to have figured out how to use the Artifact.
He raised the copper pestle high.
A sound wave rippled out, rising and falling like a tide. It enveloped the black crows flying in the sky.
They went crazy.
They became fanatical. They rushed toward the Giant Palm pressing down from the sky as if they were suicide bombers.
Then...
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM——!!!"
Bombardment!
It was the most intuitive display of power, one that mortals could understand instantly.
Domineering. Fierce.
In a moment, everyone knew that this person's style was fundamentally different from that of Grandma Mitsue.
It made them tremble even more!
Everyone noticed that Grandma Mitsue seemed relieved that reinforcements had arrived, regardless of whether the other party was a friend or foe. At least at this moment, they had a common enemy!
[Domain Expansion——Demon-Suppressing Shrine!!]
[Black Bird Manipulation——Kamikaze!!]
"RUMBLE——————"
Accompanied by obscure fluctuations, a spectral shrine rose from the ground.
The flock of crows twisted into a massive black cloud.
One force was mysterious and vast. The other was domineering and destructive.
This high-end confrontation ended almost in the blink of an eye.
The winner was clear.
The Giant Palm that covered the sky had disappeared. The aftermath of the confrontation was wrapped up and devoured by the black crows.
Even the storm clouds in the sky above Sobu High were dispersed by the angry birds. There was no trace of the trembling shadow that had threatened to consume the city.
Only one thing remained under the black flock.
A tall, frightening figure standing in the distance. Under the protection of the crows, that figure looked like a God who had descended from Heaven into the mortal world.
It made everyone lose their spirit. Any resentment about not getting the artifact vanished.
Because they didn't dare to resent him.
Because his power was not inferior to Grandma Mitsue's. In fact… it might be even greater.
Win… Did he win?
Haruno felt like she was riding an emotional roller coaster. The ups and downs left her exhausted.
She saw that Grandma Mitsue seemed to be communicating with the Evil Spirit Left Ministry, which was slowly dispersing. Although Mitsue tried her best to scold the entity, in the end, she could only look silently at the Extraordinary Person—the boy.
Is it over…
Sae Chabashira's eyes were burning bright.
Even though she had been detained by the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department, her spirit was far from broken.
No.
It's far from the end.
Extraordinary People.
Extraordinary People…
Her heart beat like a bellows. A look of fierce unwillingness ignited in her eyes.
The Extraordinary Person who could disperse a storm with a flip of his hand had already become an obsession for Sae Chabashira.
What have I been seeking in this life?
Vaguely, the regrets of the past seemed vivid. The decadence under the cruel system of the Advanced Nurturing High School.
She knew how ridiculous her ambitions were.
Wanting Class D to be promoted to Class A?
It was just a foolish dream. Because of the pride of the top management. In their eyes, Class D was a dumping ground for defective products. Would they ever admit they were wrong?
Know your place, pariah.
So, since learning the truth of the world today, Chabashira's mind had changed.
She understood what a bad woman she was. She had never shied away from using dirty tricks.
In the past, she had no choice. She was a clown dancing for scraps.
But now?
The opportunity had come.
She had originally intended to be a dog for the Suzuki Zaibatsu to protect herself from the school board.
Now, she still wanted to be a dog.
But she wanted to be the dog of that boy.
She had a "winning weapon"—her body, her beauty, her willingness to submit.
In fact… a bitch… isn't that also a type of dog?
"Let go."
Chabashira's face no longer showed the embarrassment of being arrested. Instead, she was terrifyingly calm.
Her arrogant tone made the police officers beside her indignant.
What is she so proud of? Does she think the Suzuki Zaibatsu can save her now?
What a pity. The Suzuki family has already abandoned her.
"Behave yourself!" the officer snapped.
Facing the police's accusations, Chabashira remained calm. She didn't look like a prisoner at all.
She spoke clearly:
"I am Mizunotsuki's woman."
These words sounded quite funny to the uninitiated.
Shameless? Absurd?
Either way, Chabashira had no way out.
She looked at the destruction. The area around Sobu High School was covered with rubble. Buildings were in ruins.
Someone had to take the blame for this catastrophe. And coincidentally, she—the pawn abandoned by the Suzuki Zaibatsu—was the perfect scapegoat.
Oh, maybe Haruki Yamauchi would be blamed too.
Mizunotsuki's woman?
The Police Captain frowned.
"Who is Mizunotsuki?"
Chabashira pointed a finger toward the god-like figure standing amidst the ruins of Sobu High School. There was nothing unusual in her tone.
"Him."
Instantly, the Police Captain started sweating like a waterfall. Extreme panic exploded in his heart.
Suzuki Manor
Jirokichi Suzuki's face was red with rage, spittle flying from his mouth as he screamed.
"How could this be!"
"How could this be!"
The Extraordinary!
There are such things as Gods in this world!?
How is this possible!?
"Why? Why did the Metropolitan Police Department dare to conceal such important information? Who gave them the courage!?"
"Enough!"
Closed eyes suddenly snapped open.
The pair of turbid eyes were webbed with blood vessels.
Shiro Suzuki was in no better mood than his cousin. His heart beat dully and rapidly in his chest.
As the helmsman of the Zaibatsu, he knew best how great the impact of the "Extraordinary Advent" would be.
A reshuffle of the world order?
Changes at the national level?
And… the power to turn clouds into rain with a wave of a hand.
It was truly eye-opening.
I have lived for most of my life, and this is the first time I know there is such a thing…
He didn't know why, but he laughed out loud.
This is really…
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