Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
"Graaagghh!"
"That makes it three for today." Kenshin huffed after taking down another Cursed Spirit.
"The creepier the place, the stronger they become." Kenshin muttered to himself as he looked around the place he's currently in.
A cemetery.
Since the Cursed Spirits are said to be born from humanity's negative emotions such as anger, sadness, fear, anxiety and many more, Kenshin figured out that if he were to go to a place where humans shed their negative emotions the most, he might get lucky and encounter a strong cursed spirit.
And he was right.
Just as he arrived at the cemetery, he was immediately greeted by three cursed spirit, with one being as large as a building.
Kenshin wasted no time in killing them.
Why?
Well, first of all, he's in a public space and he doesn't have any sort of spell that could that hide their battle similar to a Curtain that Jujutsu Sorcerers use.
At least he doesn't have for now. He remembered having a similar spell that requires high magic stat.
Maybe someday if his magic stat is high enough, he should be able to cast the spell to avoid public exposure when hunting cursed spirits.
The two smaller cursed spirits seemed to act as thr large cursed spirit's support.
If Kenshin were to estimate their strength then the two small spirits would be 2nd grade and the large one being 1st grade.
Nevertheless, with Kenshin's enchanted sword coated in purification spell, Kenshin easily killed them, gaining a few increase in his stats in the process.
"That should be all here…" Kenshin mumbled and exactly as he was about to leave, a small cursed spirit flew towards him.
Just by sensing its cursed energy alone, Kenshin could clealry tell that this one is an extremely weak cursed spirit, probably a 3rd-grade one.
"Hey there little one. You look quite ugly, did you know that?" Kenshin smiled and used his finger to poke and play with the small flying cursed spirit.
SCREEEECHH!
Only for the small cursed spirit to make a screeching sound that almost turned him deaf.
"Dammit! For someone of small size, you sure do pack quite a vocal cord." Kenshin healed his bleeding ears with a healing spell and proceeded to smack the cursed spirit to death.
Squash!
Blue liquid splashed through the gaps of his palm.
After cleaning his hands up, Kenshin turned around to leave.
Only to be met with a sight to behold.
Thousands if not, almost a million similar cursed spirits that he squashed earlier, flying in stationary manner in front of him.
"…Hi? Say, you guys don't happen to know where the exit is, do y'all?" Kenshin awkwardly smiled and greeted them.
At the same time, he's already covering his ears with magic, dampening them as much as possible.
He could already predict what would happen next.
True to his expectations, hundreds of thousands of small cursed spirits released a screeching voice in unison.
SCREEEEEEECHHHH!
Their screech was so loud that despite covering his ears with mana, his eardrums still exploded.
Splash!
"Fuck!" Kenshin gritted his teeth in pain.
Who knew that such a weak cursed spirit actually comes with a pack?
"Shut the fuck up!" Angered, Kenshin raised both of his hands and unleashed a torrent of flames that exploded in a radius manner.
Fwoooshh!!
Thankfully, as low level cursed spirits, aside from their loud screeching attack, their bodies were as weak as an infant.
A simple fiery hot flames were enough to continuously kill hundreds of them in mere seconds.
The more flames Kenshin spew out of his palms, the less their screeching became painful.
When almost half of them were finally eradicated, Kenshin's ears finally stopped bleeding, his low-level healing spell once again taking the hull.
At the same time, his magic stat started to make its way up.
[Magic +2]
[Magic +1]
[Magic +3]
[Magic +1]
[Magic +1]
[Magic +2]
[Magic +4]
[Magic +3]
[Magic +….]
The more the flames consume his mana, the less it consumes due to the magic stat increasing at the same time.
Finally, Kenshin noticed that his magic stat is now the highest in his status.
[Magic: 76]
At the same time, he finally unlocked some of the mid-level magic spells that he's unable to cast before due to lack of magic stat and mana.
"Finally!" With a grin, Kenshin raised his finger and pointed it at the sky.
[Lightning Magic: Thunder Barrage!]
As soon as he casted the spell, the sunny sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds.
Rumble!
Soon, hundreds of lightning bolts came down from the sky, striking everything on the ground aside from Kenshin.
The scene looks like something that came out of a fiction scene. As if Zeus himself has decided to strike down a bunch of heretics and eyesores.
With full control over the spell and mastery over it, each lightning bolt accurately struck two to three cursed spirits at the same time, quickly dwindling their numbers down.
Their halved number has quickly turned to only a few that is scattered around and scrambling to find a place to hide from the thunder onslaught.
Kenshin finished them all with another torrent of flames but this time, the flames were more faster and hotter.
"Huff….Huff…" Kenshin breathed heavily, smiling in satisfaction at the masterpiece he made of the battlefield.
The previous calm and serene cemetery has turned into a wasteland.
However, he wasn't worried about this. The moment he saw the increase in his magic stat, his worry of exposing himself in public had disappeared.
[Restoration Magic: Mass Repair]
Raising his hand, Kenshin casted the spell and in front of his eyes, the destroyed tombstones and mausoleums were restored back to their previous state.
The charred ground also turned green. The trees burnt to crisp were also repaired as if they weren't destroyed in the first place.
After about an entire minute of restoration, the place has turned from a complete wasteland to a serene-looking cemetery.
"That should do the trick…" Kenshin muttered to himself before patting his shoulders.
"What a bountiful harvest." He grinned as he put his status up.
[Name: Alistair Abara, Kuroki Kenshin
Age: 12,690, 15
Class: Hero
Titles: Evil Slayer
Strength: 35
Magic: 76
Agility: 38
Durability: 35
Constitution: 37
Mind: 30 ]
"I definitely grew strong alright."
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[Two days later]
In a dark room, a long but short in height table can be seen where several old men sat on the ground.
The candles around them are the only ones serving as their source of light.
"Two more of our bases are destroyed. And we have no idea who it is or what his purpose is." On the left side, one of the Yakuza high members spoke with a grim tone, raising his hand and gestured for the man behind him to do as instructed.
The man then proceeded to open the laptop he's been holding, approaching the head of the table and placed it in front of an old man. The same old man that sent Taro Sakamoto to deal with Kenshin.
"What am I looking at here, Teiji?" The old man, smoking tobacco, stared at the displayed screen of the laptop and asked.
"That's the camera that my men recovered from our base in Edogawa." The previous old man replied.
The head of the table, or also known as an Oyabun, nodded his head and watched the screen.
The video started to play, showing the calm base with one of his lieutenants resting in one of the rooms, being massaged by a beautiful woman.
From the windows, the Oyabun could see that it was nighttime.
That's when hell was let loose, two yakuza members who were patrolling the garden of the base were suddenly taken down when a man in black garb appeared, holding a black-colored katana.
The Oyabun tried to make out its face however, the man in black garb was wearing a hideous and spine-chilling Oni Mask.
The Oyabun watched as the same man entered the premises, annihilating every yakuza member in his way. Moving in a smooth manner, like a professional dancer in a battlefield.
Katanas, rifles, sneak attacks and even bombs were ineffective against him, it's like the Oni himself has descended to hunt them.
{"Who the fuck are y-Garrgh!"}
In the video, the Oyabun saw how despite trying to surrender or run away, the Oni spared no one. His katana reaching the heads of his targets.
Until eventually, the Oni arrive at the room where one of the Lieutenants reside, still naked from the massage.
However, this time, the lieutenant have noticed the commotion and grabbed a katana from the wall while pushing the woman forward, intending to use her as some sort of shield in case things went awry.
That didn't stop the Oni from barging through the room holding a bloodied katana and a bunch of yakuza corpses behind him, causing the Lieutenant to back away and the masseur lady to scream in fear.
{"S-Step back! I'll kill you! I'll really kill you!"} Although the Lieutenant was threatening the Oni, but his shaking legs and shaky voice gave away that he was scared.
The Oni simply tilted his head on the side, as if amused by the reaction of the Lieutenant.
He then proceeded to approach the masseur and with a simple flick of his gloved hand, the woman fell on the ground, by the movement of her chest, the Oyabun concluded that the Oni didn't kill her and simply put her to sleep.
However, that wasn't what truly caught his attention.
Instead, the method of how the Oni did it.
His hand didn't even touched the woman and yet, she fell like a puppet that got its strings cut.
"Magic…" The Oyabun muttered with widened eyes.
He reached out to his pocket and took out a small brown flyer where an unknown symbol etched on it.
When his eyes went back to the video, the fight between the Oni and the Lieutenant was already done, with the latter having both of his arms cut off along with his head that the Oni is now clutching with his hand.
When the Oni raised his hideous face and stared at the camera, the Oyabun felt his breath hitched.
For some reason, the Oni's action gave him the feeling that he's staring past the camera, past through the complex wirings and connection and instead, he was already staring at him, the Yakuza's boss, the Oyabun!
"Monster….A Demon…" The Oyabun muttered to himself, shock and fear filled his eyes.
But when he looked at the brown parchment in his hand, he slightly felt himself calming down.
That's right, he still have a trump card up in his sleeve. A few years ago, he made a contract with a certain devil, promising to help him in case he found himself in danger in exchange for protecting certain businesses throughout Japan.
Construction, Banking and even entertainment businesses to be exact.
Although thr Oyabun doesn't know why those businesses would matter to the devil but after witnessing their strength, he learned to zip his mouth and simply do what they want him to do.
Protect their businesses, making sure no other Yakuza affiliated groups would disturb their business.
That's all.
He knows that no matter how much power and influence he holds in Japan, when it comes to true power, he's considered powerless!
'Everything will be fine…' He started to calm down and reached out to close the laptop, the screen still stuck at the moment of the Oni staring directly at the camera, holding a bloodied head and katana.
However, the moment he closed the laptop screen, there he was, the same Oni in black garb standing at the edge of the room, holding his katana and unnoticed by anyone in the room.
The Oyabun felt his blood turn cold and all of his hair standing up in fear.
For the first time, he, one of the most powerful figures in Japan, felt true fear for the first time!
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[Next Chapter: Ch. 22 - The Vengeful Oni]