Part 2
Summon the Raven's Wing.
Harutora automatically complied with that instruction.
"Come! Raven's Wing!"
He called loudly.
Immediately afterwards.
"Yashamaru!"
"Yes, yes."
Kurahashi commanded sharply and Yashamaru stepped forward.
"You're quite noisy, so I'll have you be quiet for a bit."
Kon readied her blade. Pale blue flame - foxfire - burst forth to attack Yashamaru. Yashamaru stepped to the side on his toes, dodging the foxfire while closing the distance like magic. Moreover, his figure vanished. Stealth.
"Kon, I'm counting on you!"
Harutora called out and retreated. Kon's figure also vanished to chase Yashamaru, but in moments--
"Aah!"
She was hurled onto the floor, screaming as she materialized with lag.
During this time, Harutora formed a hand seal. He put up a simple barrier around him in order to impede Yashamaru's approach. "Oh my." Then, instead of approaching sneakily like before, Yashamaru reappeared touching the barrier.
But.
"Harutora-kun, if you're only at this level, I think the Taizan Fukun Ritual might be too heavy of a burden for you, you know?"
His white-gloved finger casually extended towards the barrier - and pierced it. Then, he easily tore open the barrier as if he were opening curtains.
"Scoundrel!"
Even as Kon, who had risen again, approached from behind his back while gripping her blade, Yashamaru didn't turn around.
"Sit."
First-class spirit language. Kon was immediately dragged down by an enormous weight, collapsing with a thud. Harutora growled and quickly re-formed a hand seal. He moved from a Dharmacakra seal to a magic binding seal. His fluid movements were thanks to repeated exercise and the battles he had experienced, but it was overly unreliable to the current Harutora. Still, when he didn't have any charms, the magic that Harutora could instantly use with his bare hands was quite limited.
"Om bishibishi karakara shibari sowaka!"
At least he could aim the magic towards Yashamaru's face from this distance as a surprise. As a result, Yashamaru made the stupid sound "Gwah!?" and leaned backwards.
But--
"How mean, you'll break my monocle, you know?"
As if sweeping away a cobweb covering his head, Yashamaru wordlessly ripped off the Unmoving Golden Chains and used his finger to adjust the position of his monocle. No good, he couldn't compete at all.
On the other hand, Kurahashi, who had left Harutora to Yashamaru, wordlessly formed a blade seal with his fingers and made a cut in midair.
The spider hanging from the top of the doorway by a thread flashed with a lag and vanished. Then, the fan the spider grabbed slowly swayed--
But didn't fall.
Kurahashi's eyes twitched.
The fan that had lost its support silently swayed and slowly descended like a cherry blossom petal. Moreover, the movement itself carried magical energy and brought a magical pattern forth in midair.
That magical pattern bloomed out with a snap.
A prismatic fog immediately spread out to pervade the surroundings while flowing in a swirl. Magic fog. And this was - an illusion. Harutora hastily retreated, surprised. Though Yashamaru raised an eyebrow, his expression was covered by the clouds in the blink of an eye and he became obscured.
"That fan was a mechanical shikigami."
He could hear Kurahashi's voice, but he was no longer sure where it came from. The fog even altered the propagation of the sound into vague, unclear echoes. But the fog that covered everything around him instantly parted to the left and right to make a path in front of Harutora. It led to the door to outside.
...Could he do it!?
"Kon!"
Harutora shouted. Kon noticed and then dematerialized, escaping from the first-class spirit language's binding.
He would take this opportunity to escape. Right as he thought of preparing to charge out with all his might:
"...Namu Great Bodhisattva Hachiman."
Clap. The sound of palms being brought together. At the same time, a powerful magical energy burst forth and opened up the fog in the room.
"What!?"
The fog was forced outward and cleared from the center of the executive office. Keeping his white-gloved hands together, Yashamaru glanced at the fan that was still floating quietly in the air.
"......Illusion magic is fundamentally a magic only usable on humans. Unfortunately, it seems that you didn't know about my existence."
He laughed and reached out his right hand towards the fan. After swiftly and forcefully clenching his hand, the fan floating in the air dropped to the ground with a crack.
...No good?
Yashamaru slowly looked back at Harutora. An empty, cold smile came to his lips like always.
But, Yashamaru's cold smile abruptly ended in the next instant. His expression became surprise. What was reflected in his monocle was Harutora - and what was behind his back. The thing floating outside the glass window from which the fog had been pushed away.
"Found you!"
Of course, that voice didn't reach the inside of the room. What reached them was movement. Harutora turned around. Outside the window of the executive room was a samurai brandishing a fist and riding a white horse in midair.
"Touji!?"
Harutora shouted. At the same time, the fist of the oni baring his fangs smashed into the window.
With a disorderly crashing sound, the glass shattered and the shards dropped to the ground. Because of the difference in air pressure, the air was sucked out and the fog that had just been pushed away swirled through the room again.
Yukikaze, carrying Touji, forcefully charged into the room through the broken window. The broken glass crackled again. Yukikaze neighed, its horseshoes crushing the fragments on the ground. The wind swept by and its long tail fluttered.
"Harutora!"
Yukikaze charged into the executive office, straight at Harutora. Touji extended out an arm while on horseback, and Harutora raised his hand to try to grab that arm.
Needless to say, Kurahashi and Yashamaru wouldn't permit this. Kurahashi and Yashamaru had already finished preparing magic to obstruct the two.
But they missed the book that had been thrown in after Touji and Yukikaze - a scripture.
"Now!"
After Yukikaze's figure vanished into the highest floor of the agency building, Kyouko shouted as she looked up staring into the night sky, and Suzuka, at the ready, released her magic.
"Full power release! Rampage!"
The scripture exploded because of the command that came from far below outside the window. The pages inside shot out like gunfire and scattered, filling the vast executive office with paper shikigami. Suzuka's original shikigami.
Kurahashi and Yashamaru were taken by surprise.
Then, Touji grabbed Harutora's hand.
"Harutora!"
When Touji in his the samurai-state passed by, he easily lifted Harutora up with one hand. Harutora used the force of the tug to leap upwards, and though his body buckled, he jumped up behind Touji. At that time, Yukikaze was already passing through the executive office.
With the space in the rear filled with prismatic fog and buried in paper shikigami, Yukikaze passed through the doorway out the executive office. It was like an explosion escape scene.
An astounding aura spouted from Kurahashi's body.
But he very quickly controlled it and changed it to magical energy while forming a basic seal.
"......Namah sarva tatha gatebhyah sarva......!"
Acala's Fire Realm magic. Flame swept through the executive office, the fog instantly evaporated, and Suzuka's shikigami were burned to ashes in droves.
On the other hand, Yashamaru stood there indifferently as his hair was blown around in the center of the scorching Fire Realm magic.
He cast his gaze out of the window, probably at the master of the shikigami below. Then, he turned his head in a bad mood, glaring at the doorway that Harutora and the others had left from - and the destroyed fan fallen at its base.
Needless to say, there was a barrier around the executive room as well. Moreover, though the permanent barrier covering the agency building had been opened, it should have been repaired by Independent Exorcist Yuge. If he used all the strength in his body, he should be able to physically break the glass - though his hand might be injured if he wasn't careful. But the white horse shikigami was another matter. As long as the permanent barrier was operational, the shikigami couldn't possibly be able to break in from the outside.
Then--
"......The illusionary fog. It looks like the barrier was opened up behind our backs. Though its primary purpose was probably to let the Raven's Wing in......"
Tch. Yashamaru lightly clicked his tongue.
Then, he put his hand on his waist in displeasure and faced Kurahashi who had finished chanting the Fire Realm magic.
"What's going on?"
"I also want to know. However, it’s reality. We can only accept it."
"......Miyachi-kun?"
"......No, it's my fault for failing to check."
Kurahashi replied calmly and thoroughly. His attitude was astonishingly strict, even towards himself. Yashamaru glared at his ally with an intense, angry look for a while, but in the end he deliberately shook his head and let out an empty sigh.
"Hah. ......Well, whatever. Should I go chase?"
"No. There would be no choice if it were the three Tsuchimikados, but it's not that kind of situation right now. Don't forget your position. It would be troublesome for me if you acted recklessly."
"What, are you sure you're not just mad from being dumped by the relatives a generation above and below you?"
Yashamaru quipped at him, which was rare. It hadn't been his intention to see things fail right as they were about to fall into his hands.
But Kurahashi paid no attention, handing out instructions.
"Never mind them for now. The spiritual disaster purification team arrived just now, so we'll leave it to them. You - go guard Tsuchimikado Natsume's body."
"Ahh......"
The slightly unhappy Yashamaru also said "I see" and lit up with approval when he heard this. Being unmoved by unpredictable situations and quickly responding with suitable force was a strength that Yashamaru rated Kurahashi highly for.
"Understood. Then, what about you?"
After Yashamaru asked, Kurahashi shot a gaze at the fan.
He spoke briefly and quietly.
"......I'll go check."
The roundabout in front of the Onmyou Agency building main entrance had a hellish appearance.
The hordes of shikigami that were being spewed forth one after another mixed and interwove, a wind blacker and denser than the night shook the trees and coiled into a turbid serpent. The aura flow that cut open the surface of the pavement spewed forth, reaching high above their heads like lava from a volcano, and then descended.
Charms danced in midair, floating with numbers as great as cherry blossoms. Each one was infused with an abnormal magical energy. Then, their magic activated one after another. General Onmyoudou, Imperial Onmyoudou, and other magics slowly scattered haphazardly like an overturned toy box.
However.
A huge fire incinerated it all.
A multifaceted magic. An ancient technique with a myriad of capabilities.
The burning flames didn't let anything approach.
"...Noumaku sarabatatagyateibyaku sarababokkeibyaku sarabatatarata sendamakaroshada kengyakigyaki..."
Miyachi chanted Vajrapani's most fundamental mantra. It was the Vajrayana subjugation magic, Fire Realm. He single-mindedly continued chanting the Fire Realm magic without using any other tricks.
To the exorcists, the Fire Realm magic was the standard purification magic against spiritual disasters. Most of the current exorcists had a firm grasp of the Fire Realm magic.
But if they were here, most exorcists would realize that they were ignorant and would feel ashamed at their pride. That was the extent of the disparity between the Fire Realm magic Miyachi controlled and the Fire Realm magic of the rest of the world.
It was like an immense, divine being.
Sometimes it was a flaming dragon, sometimes it was eight huge serpents, sometimes it was a majestic tiger, and sometimes it was a giant as tall as a building. Every time, it felt like it wasn't of this world. It was like Acala's incarnations were coming down in droves to incinerate the enemy. A normal Onmyouji would absolutely feel the meaning of fear against these 'flames'.
Burning every demon, turning three thousand worlds into ashes. Acala's Fire Realm magic.
There were very few people born who possessed enough ability to bring forth its true might. One person with the spiritual ability might be born every ten years, and after long years of harsh training would finally be 'able to use' the original Fire Realm magic. Though General Onmyoudou's Fire Realm magic was a ready-to-use magic that had been made easier to activate, its profoundness hadn't changed.
If someone with true power used it, they would be able to use 'fire' to incinerate shikigami, curses, and forbidden magic of every type.
That was the Fire Realm magic.
"......My, oh my."
An outpouring of discontent came from Doman in an extremely surprised tone.
"What an astonishing spiritual power. That power might be comparable to Kobo-Daishi [16] ."
A faint wry smile flitted over Miyachi's mouth.
Even if he tried to interrupt the incantation, Miyachi's 'magic' was unfazed. That wasn't the extent of his training. His magic became part his body, his flesh, blood, and bone.
"You flatter me, Priest. In the end, I am but a lowly 'magic artisan."
In the period of time this conversation took place, the curses that Doman secretly released continuously assaulted Miyachi. But they burned and vaporized once they touched him. That bearded youngster's kasaya-wearing figure now seemed to have merged with the flame.
Miyachi wore golden fire and directed huge flames.
On the battlefield, Miyachi seemed like a monk possessed by Acala. Though he was human, the overwhelming aura that suppressed his surroundings didn't fall a step behind the ara-mitama Doman.
But Miyachi had no room for complacency.
"Also, Priest. It seems that this evening you haven't brought the two defensive shikigami that you let us meet last month. It looks like my subordinate's blade wasn't worthless."
After the slightly sour accusation, Doman complained happily.
"Hmph, indeed. That divine blade user should be locked up for leaving his post."
"Oh, you understand quite well."
"Hoho, don't look down on this old man, I quite enjoy watching liveliness. I always have a grasp on the practitioners that interest me."
"......Excuse me, but you're quite an irritating old man......"
"Hohoho, this old man is one of the so-called 'madmen'."
Even Miyachi made a bitter expression at Doman casually saying this about himself.
But Miyachi's accusations hit home. The three defensive shikigami Doman had commanded when he had attacked the Onmyou Agency hadn't shown up this time. It wasn't that he was reluctant to bring them all out, he was still unfamiliar with his new body. There was no problem with using them, but their strength fluctuated quite a bit and he didn't feel that they were stable enough to withstand a battle.
"Well, it feels a bit lacking in elegance to have those guys join a competition with you. ......So what's next? Everything has been Fire Realm magic. It's indeed a wonderful, skilled technique...... but you should have something else, right? Other things?"
"Not at all. All I have to show you is this Fire Realm magic, Priest."
"Noumaku sanmanda bazaradan kan!"
Kagami chanted a curse of Acala, which became a serpent of fire to attack Ohtomo. The two knife shaped simple shikigami he had released beforehand leaped through the air slashing left and right.
Ohtomo's expression was ice-cold as he faced this. He was neither panicked nor rushed, calmly tossing down three charms.
His hands formed a blade seal.
"...Noumaku samanda bazaradan sendamakaroshada sowataya untarata kanman..."
He chanted a protection magic also belonging to Acala. While he offset Kagami's curse, the charms he dropped became two magnets, attracting the approaching knives.
...As expected.
Ohtomo was unfazed by Kagami's waves of attacks. But that was natural. He was still relaxed. It would be very disappointing if he lost his calm at this level.
Starting now, he would show him.
"Om bishibishi karakara shibari sowaka!"
Unmoving Golden Chains. Ohtomo essentially paid no attention. He jumped aside just like with the simple shikigami from before, believing it to be the same kind of move. Indeed, to a practitioner of Ohtomo's caliber, Unmoving Golden Chains couldn't possibly be effective from the front.
However, that was the goal. The Unmoving Golden Chains was a magic that bound the enemy with a net of magical energy. Kagami's 'net' formed a 'cage'.
Becoming the 'Eight-Holed Soul-Locking Cage'.
Then, he took out a stone wrapped in bamboo leaves along with salt. Kagami joyously watched the widening eyes behind Ohtomo's glasses.
He placed the stone on the floor and sprinkled the salt.
"By the green of these bamboo leaves, by the withering of these bamboo leaves, let green die! And by the drought of this salt, wither! And by the weight of these rocks, sink!"
Ohtomo's secret art that he had heard from Tsuchimikado Harutora before. The 'Eight-Holed Soul-Locking Cage' curse that had once made Ashiya Doman exclaim.
...How's that!
He had searched for information during his confinement and Kagami had adapted the method into his own.
But Ohtomo's 'counter' was very concise.
"...Order."
He quickly tossed out a simple shikigami charm. The commercially available shikigami charm activated without any additional magics. What was summoned was a flat, humanoid and expressionless doll that was prepared by default. But Ohtomo turned the Unmoving Golden Chains that Kagami had turned into a cage towards the shikigami charm.
"Ah!"
The Unmoving Golden Chains magic binding was baited by the simple shikigami, and Kagami's curse raged within that magic binding. Needless to say, the simple shikigami instantly vanished without a trace - but that was all. Ohtomo's 'Eight-Holed Soul-Locking Cage' curse was a curse that would seal the opponent in a barren cage. As long as the Unmoving Golden Chains cage was shut, the effects wouldn't spread outside. Simple.
"Kagami-kun."
Ohtomo spoke coldly.
"I don't have time to join you in these boring games."
It went without saying that when he used curses as a practitioner, he also prepared means to 'counter' the curse. Though the probability that the 'Eight-Holed Soul-Locking Cage' worked against Ohtomo was very low...... being countered this easily made him greatly ashamed.
...Ah, whatever.
That just now had just been a small surprise. The fun activity before things started for real.
Though Ohtomo didn't seem to like it......
"Don't be in a rush, Senpai. Things just started - Order!"
He tossed around his original shikigami charms and they formed wild skeletal beasts one by one and charged ferociously towards Ohtomo. But Ohtomo's expression never changed. He lowered his stance slightly, pointing at him with the tip of his cane while infusing energy into the tip and weaving a magical pattern in midair.
"Fall into confusion."
Adding first-class spirit language to the magical pattern that he wove, he rapidly spun the tip of his cane. The skeletal beasts pouring towards Ohtomo stopped where they were, then started devouring each other.
Their unmistakable fangs cut open bone as coarse teeth crushed bones. But by then, Kagami had already begun the next magic.
Anyway, he would attack, attack fiercely, and attack until the end. Shady words and deeds were Ohtomo's area of expertise. The 'Ogre Eater' wasn't arrogant enough to believe he could win in such a competition.
He focused his mind, refining magical energy in a flash and forming a seal.
A sun seal.
"Namasamanda bodanan karon bigiranahan so ushinisha sowaka! [17] "
The Usnisa Vijaya mantra, viewed as one of the most powerful of all the mantras. It was the Usnisa Vijaya method of Imperial Onmyoudou. Kagami wove an intense mantra that became a raging wave that approached Ohtomo.
In response, Ohtomo stamped his fake leg and cane with a 'clack clack clack', putting up a barrier that he had never seen before.
At the same time, he twisted his thumb and index fingers and then flicked them out, snapping three times.
"Saratie saratie sowaka - om marici sowaka--"
Ohtomo, wrapped in the barrier, avoided Kagami's Usnisa Vijaya mantra that came crashing down at the last second. Then, he slashed out with the Marici Divine Whip. A subjugating whip of magic struck Kagami.
...Ugh!?
"???!"
The seed syllable mantra that he managed to chant in the nick of time became a shield of defensive magical energy against the whip. But even though the shield defended against Ohtomo's whip, the impact went through. Smash. A paralyzing shockwave thrashed his entire body's aura - his spiritual body. Kagami gritted his teeth and endured it.
...Damn!
He couldn't face him.
His magic was manifold and effective. His technique was sharp. His clever tactics brought them all together.
Strong. As expected, he had to admit that Ohtomo had the advantage when it came to magical battles against humans. This painful sensation that he seldom experienced was undoubtedly the feeling of facing someone 'first-rate'.
But that was why his heart surged. There was a value in passionately, greedily learning without care for a thing.
"Noumaku saraba tatagyateibyaku saraba--!"
Kagami formed a basic seal, changing his attack to the Fire Realm magic.
Even in Imperial Onmyoudou, there were only a handful of great techniques like the Usnisa Vijaya Mantra. But Ohtomo overcame it. The magic Kagami formed had openings - proof that his proficiency with the magic was still shallow. With someone of Ohtomo's level as his opponent, it was meaningless how difficult the magic was if the opponent didn't wield it well enough.
On the other hand, probably the only thing he had that could win against Ohtomo was a powerful magical energy. Even powerful strength had artistry to it. He would blast him directly all his power. Though gorgeous big techniques and sneak attacks were undoubtedly Kagami's weapons, he understood his true value deep inside. If he challenged a strong opponent, he ought to fight with his most outstanding talents.
But if using the abilities he was proud of was a form of strategy, then keeping the opponent from using those proud abilities was also a form of strategy.
"Fool."
Ohtomo smiled coldly.
Right afterwards, the trap Ohtomo placed activated. Actually, he had set it four steps ahead. Of the charms he had casually dropped, the extra charm that hadn't become a magnet leaped out.
A curse charm.
Someone with a weak spiritual resistance would have fainted upon just seeing it, and they might even suffer spiritual encumbrance depending on the circumstances. If he were forced to describe its appearance, then it was a giant head with wildly scattering hair and no eye sockets. The vicious, ominous shikigami let out a high-pitched cackle, spreading apart rows of black teeth.
It bit down at him.
The hair rose all over his body. For a moment he was unable to suppress his terror. The only reason his Fire Realm incantation went uninterrupted was because of the strenuous, hellish training that he had endured while spitting blood.
His practiced Fire Realm magic interwove with Ohtomo's curse and ignited into flame. Though it was incinerated by the fire, the shikigami's cackle didn't stop. It was undoubtedly a terrible, fantastic scene from a nightmare.
"Kagami-kun."
Ohtomo spoke again.
An extremely frigid gaze surfaced from behind his glasses, and he smiled lightly.
"Out of the way."
He inadvertently swallowed.
Intense anger poured forth as his stance almost collapsed. Anger at himself and from his loathing of Ohtomo. He wanted to break everything he saw to pieces. A destructive impulse that even he couldn't control.
If only.
If only he could release the seal on his forehead......
Kagami with his teeth clenched and the devilish Ohtomo. In the space between the two flew intense sparks of willpower and pride more so than magical energy.
But the circumstances of their intense battle suddenly changed.
Because the two of them both noticed in unison.
"Wha!? That--"
"The Raven's Wing!?"
Kagami looked at Ohtomo in astonishment. But Ohtomo's expression didn't change a bit because of that aura.
Kurahashi had explained the gist of the situation to Kagami after ordering him to move out. Ohtomo's target was his student Tsuchimikado Harutora. Ohtomo's goal was to take back the 'new candidate' of Yakou's reincarnation. And apparently they had learned from the Raven's Wing that Harutora was Yakou's reincarnation.
That Raven's Wing was currently beating its wings with impunity inside the Onmyou Agency. What did that mean? He didn't think that Kurahashi would have allowed this 'unexpected event' so easily. Was this a part of his plans? But what meaning was there in releasing the Raven's Wing now?
Before Kagami reached a conclusion, resolve emerged on Ohtomo's face. Kagami couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw the fighting spirit vanish from Ohtomo's body.
"Bastard! I'm not letting you go!"
He definitely wouldn't allow an arrogant action like abandoning the fight with him altogether. Even if Ohtomo tried to escape, he would grab the opportunity to achieve victory.
However.
"Oh my, sorry, Kagami-kun. As an apology, I'll release the curse from last time."
Ohtomo grinned with a leisurely look that had lost its sharpness from before.
He naturally remembered the 'curse from last time' that Ohtomo spoke of. The 'Hinamatsuri Repurification'. The spat from right after the 'Type-Chimera' produced by the spiritual disaster terrorist attack had been purified by Harutora and the others.
...He was still bluffing like that!
Kagami had spent quite a bit of time figuring out that the curse Ohtomo laid was a complete lie. He made his conclusion. He ignored Ohtomo's words, focusing more magical energy into a basic seal that he formed.
But.
"Spell release - ????????????? [18] ."
Right as he chanted the key incantation of Prajvalosnisa [19] , Ohtomo's magic, that had been dormant since spring, activated.
The blazing light method of Tiantai Buddhism [20] . A light that was believed to be capable of instantly blinding evil spirits painted the entire corridor where the two of them stood in dazzling white light. It wasn't limited to pure vision, as the magical flash also scorched the practitioner's spirit-seeing ability. Even so, Kagami would probably have been able to immediately put up some level of defense with his reactions. But this time, Ohtomo's magic had exploded on Kagami 'directly'.
But it wasn't Kagami himself who was cursed.
It was the lenses of his sunglasses.
Kagami howled loudly, tearing off his sunglasses and covering his eyes. He had closed his eyes beforehand - but even so, the light that pierced through his eyelids still left an intense halo of light in his eyes. Ohtomo frowned and opened his narrowed eyes.
"Hahaha. It's your fault for acting cool by wearing sunglasses indoors. Was that a good lesson? Goodbye."
The students might even feel sympathy for Kagami if they heard this. Ohtomo's presence grew distant without saying anything more hateful than that. Though he tried to pursue him, his eyes were blinded, and even his spirit-seeing 'sight' had been damaged. Ohtomo hadn't used the magic to deal with Kagami, he had used the magic to escape. Moreover, it hadn't been a magic object that he placed, it had just been a triggering mark. Also, because it had been camouflaged, he wouldn't have noticed first unless Ohtomo had let him know.
He grit his teeth and listened, but he could no longer hear the sound of Ohtomo's fake leg. Kagami bellowed angrily at the sky.
...It still wasn't enough!
He wouldn't give up. He would chase him to the bottom of hell.
But as his anger flared, Kagami's rationality held fast and his calm, composed reasoning ability admitted that even if he caught up, he probably wouldn't be able to beat Ohtomo.
Not enough. He wouldn't be able to catch up like this.
But this wasn't everything he had. Though he couldn't do anything immediately about his seal, there was another source of strength for Kagami left inside the agency building.
'Higekiri'.
Where Shaver, the servant shikigami that Kagami controlled, resided. Kagami ignored the pain in his eyes, starting to run with his hands on the wall. He went to the sealed storage room where Shaver was kept.
"Just you watch, Ohtomo! I'll kill you!"
His bellow was filled with anger - but it was also like the joyful howl of a bloodthirsty beast.
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