Kaito—the one being called repeatedly—kept the same indifferent expression. His black eyes turned to look at her, and only now did she begin to feel afraid of him.
"Hey, girl. That's enough."
His voice was deep, every word that left his mouth only made the air feel heavier. The room turned cold. His gaze shifted from her to the monster, and then he lifted it effortlessly with one hand.
"If you're saying that, then... I'll—Hey!, I wasn't trying to butt into anything!" She stammered, quickly walked out and calmly closed the door behind her.
Her voice came faintly from the hallway:
"I won't tell anyone! I don't want to die yet."
When her feet had taken her far away, the calm look she had earlier was nowhere to be found. She crouched down, both hands covering her face.
"Oh no! So what happened the other day was real?"
She sat there, completely shocked, and it took her about five minutes to calm down. Then she leaned against the wall and slowly stood up.
Go back to Kaito.
His hand rested on the creature's chest. His right arm lifted, then dropped — one beat, one motion, barely visible to the naked eye.
Thud.
There was no sound of breaking bones, not a single drop of blood.
It was simply a touch — the execution of a martial art known as Wudang, piercing straight through the creature's heart.
The monster lay still, eyes wide open, not screaming, not hissing, not struggling.
Just... lying there motionless.
Its heart stopped beating the moment Kaito placed his hand down. Its death was as gentle as a leaf falling from a branch.
Kaito withdrew his hand. His calloused fingers slowly moved up to the creature's eyes, then gently pressed them shut.
The stillness of the room, the smell of blood in the air, and a sigh.
"It's over?" His voice rang out, but there was no reply.
Kaito stood frozen, staring at the creature that had died at his feet. The hand holding his cigarette now hung loosely.
In front of him, the monster had collapsed — its medium-sized body covered in pure white fur.
He turned away; its death was a release for him. But he also felt a bit of pity — it was too weak, weaker than he had imagined.
As he prepared to deal with its corpse—
Crack... Crack... Crack...
The sound of its bones twisting again. Spider threads crawled out from its body. The shattered wound in its chest began to reassemble, and its eyes lit up in bright red, carrying a hint of a smile.
Thud!
Spider silk shot out from the monster's back.
His face remained the same — cold, without a trace of fear. Living this long, what hadn't a middle-aged man like him already been through?
Kaito took a breath, he looked at the monster, his body moved forming an attacking stance. The monster charged in, sharp threads like steel needles shot out from its body aiming straight at him. But he only tilted his head to dodge and gently spun around. Age didn't make him slower, it only made him older, but in return he had much battle experience. He locked the threads with a Kate move. Then a Bang sound came from its counterattack toward him, he felt like his bones shattered like broken glass.
He said nothing, just slowly stood up from the wreckage, he gently snapped his shoulder bone back in place—it made a Crack sound, it seemed his shoulder had been dislocated from the earlier attack.
"Let's try again," he muttered. The monster looked at him. Its body seemed to have grown many times bigger than before, its fur no longer pure white but had turned gray. It rushed at him again. Sharp claws tore through his shirt, creating a long scratch from chest to waist, while Kaito still held a calm demeanor, but now his eyes were furrowed. He used his hand to slam it to the ground, then another hook punch to its chest, but it seemed to have anticipated it—it spun and kicked him crashing into the wall.
Blood from his forehead ran down to his chin and dripped onto the floor. Old wounds layered with new ones all over his body. But the monster didn't seem to want to let him go—it walked over to him, used the same move he had used before and decisively stabbed both its hands into his chest. When it pulled out, it was all blood. After finishing everything, it dropped him and slowly disappeared into the darkness. And he just sat there—after a moment of silence, he felt something slowly devouring him. He tried to open his eyes and saw a demon eating his flesh. He told it to go away—it got scared and carried what seemed like a piece of his flesh—maybe—it didn't matter to him anymore. He just sat there slowly closing his eyes, ending his glorious life.
kang Kaito died at 11:30 . Age at death:30 . No wife, no children, no family.