Chapter 102: Mincing Evil Spirit into Ground Meat, The Shaken Heart of Bureau Chief Yagami
Light was dumbfounded.
He originally thought it was amazing enough for the opponent to withstand close-range bullets.
Result: He could actually control the explosion of a hand grenade within his palm by clasping his hands together?
And looked like he wasn't hurt at all?
Are you Superman?
While Light was confused, Yoru was quite satisfied.
Actually, before entering the door, he had already sensed it.
The strength of this meatball evil spirit fused with more than a dozen humans far exceeded any he had seen before, almost catching up with the Great Yokai Tamamo-no-Mae, who was a leader in the Otherworld.
Light fighting alone would be suicide.
Yoru just wanted to confirm one thing.
Was what Light showed his full ability?
It wasn't that he was overly suspicious.
Anyone, knowing what Light did in the original plot, would inevitably be vigilant even knowing he wasn't the Kira led astray by the Death Note yet.
Judging from the situation just now, Light was ready to blow himself up with the meatball evil spirit, so he indeed didn't hide any abilities.
Of course.
Yoru felt Light shouldn't be acting in that situation.
If he were acting, he would first have to bet that Yoru would help.
Then bet Yoru could arrive in time.
Finally, bet Yoru had the ability to prevent a grenade with the pin pulled from affecting him in this narrow basement.
Betting so many times consecutively...
This was like someone playing Russian Roulette with a revolver, and you playing with a semi-automatic pistol.
They bet five out of six; you bet on jamming.
Isn't this purely suicide?
"Itou-kun, you..."
Before Light could finish, Yoru waved his hand to interrupt and said faintly.
"I'm not called Itou Makoto. My name is Yoru."
Hearing this, Light shook his head with a dumbfounded smile, looking as if he expected this.
Sure enough, both Miyamizu Mitsuha and Itou Makoto were fake names.
He wasn't sure what the opponent's real name was, but he had a vague feeling.
With this appearance, he shouldn't be called a name like Itou Makoto.
"Alright, step back."
Yoru took two steps forward, staring straight at that disgusting huge meatball evil spirit. He extended the five fingers of his right hand to the side.
"Next, leave it to the Number One Exorcist of Kyoto."
As his voice fell, the Pale Ghost Hand appeared.
From the palm of the Ghost Hand, a long katana wrapped in a simple wooden scabbard slowly emerged.
Without any visible movement from Yoru, the long katana unsheathed itself as if possessing spirituality.
The deep pitch-black blade made the already dimly lit basement even darker.
The long katana actively handed its hilt into Yoru's right hand.
His five fingers slowly closed. The moment he held the long katana, his whole body emitted an invisible oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe.
"This is... Onimaru Kunitsuna..."
Light had also seen the promotional photos of Onimaru Kunitsuna and was a spirit medium himself.
Although he didn't know why the blade of this handed-down famous sword turned into this deep pitch-black appearance.
But after the long katana was unsheathed, the sharpness and spiritual energy filling the air were enough for Light to confirm.
This was the famous sword Onimaru Kunitsuna owned by Hojo Tokimasa, Oda Nobunaga, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, and many other famous figures.
Itou-kun...
No, Yoru-kun could actually get the recognition of this famous sword?
Ding~
After being unsheathed, Onimaru Kunitsuna's blade made a sound of metal colliding, as if its blade spirit was very excited to be used by Yoru for the first time.
"Be quiet, acting like you haven't seen the world."
Hearing Yoru's scolding, Onimaru Kunitsuna's vibrating blade stopped immediately.
For some reason, looking at the scene before him, Light had a strange feeling.
Why does this seem a bit like a scumbag PUA-ing (Pick-Up Artist / Manipulating) a good girl?
Didn't understand, didn't dare to ask.
"Alright, let's start."
As if coordinating with Yoru's words, the moment this sentence landed, more than a dozen arms on the meatball extended instantly, grabbing towards his body.
At the same time, more than a dozen human faces emerged on the surface of the meatball, letting out shrill roars.
Even Light, with excellent psychological quality, couldn't help but feel a bit scared seeing this terrifying scene.
"Holy crap."
Yoru also exclaimed.
"Little thing, you look really awesome."
Immediately after, he swung Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand. The slash move was simple and unadorned, but the effect was very significant.
Before the arms extended by the meatball evil spirit could touch Onimaru Kunitsuna, they were burned by the sharp spiritual energy carried on it. The meatball evil spirit let out a shrill cry of pain and retracted its arms.
"Eh, interesting."
Seeing this, Yoru looked at Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.
"Mmhmm, as expected of my sword, indeed extraordinary."
Light really wanted to complain.
Isn't this sword Hojo Tokimasa's?
How did it become yours?
However, seeing Onimaru Kunitsuna's submissive appearance in Yoru's hands, Light could only put away the thought of complaining.
Hojo Tokimasa, Oda Nobunaga, Toyotomi Hideyoshi.
These big figures in Sakura Prefecture's history could only be considered owners of Onimaru Kunitsuna.
Perhaps only Yoru was truly recognized as the master by the blade spirit.
"Oh right, Yagami-kun."
Seeing the meatball evil spirit retreat, Yoru didn't choose to pursue the victory but said faintly.
"You used the pistol made by this guy; how does it feel?"
Light froze for a moment, recalling the feeling when using it just now, and gave a fair evaluation.
"Made quite well actually. Unlike those inferior guns prone to jamming, the feel is very smooth, details are also very good. Compared with police issued guns, the quality is not inferior. Being able to make such guns in such environmental conditions, the skill is very exquisite."
"Oh, exquisite is good."
Yoru responded noncommittally, then looked at the meatball evil spirit in front of him, shaking his head regretfully.
"Your size is too big; hard to swallow."
Suddenly, as if realizing something, a white smiley face pattern appeared on the pure black mask, but his eyes contained only cold cruelty.
"Thought of a way."
Yoru lifted his foot and walked slowly towards the meatball evil spirit in front of him.
Feeling an inexplicable fear, the latter extended more than a dozen arms on its body surface again, obviously not intending to sit and wait for death.
"Come out."
The moment Yoru uttered two short words, the Pale and Pitch-Black Ghost Hands appeared simultaneously, clamping the meatball evil spirit in the middle from left and right.
And the human arms extending from its body couldn't approach within one meter of Onimaru Kunitsuna at all.
Otherwise, they would be immediately chopped into pieces by the sharp spiritual energy attached to Onimaru Kunitsuna.
Light looked at the meatball evil spirit, which had just made him helpless and full of oppression, forcing him to pin his hope on pulling the grenade pin to self-destruct with the opponent. Now, in front of Yoru, it was timid like a rabbit hunted by a tiger. He had mixed feelings in his heart.
Physical body resisting close-range shotgun fire, hands withstanding grenade explosion.
When fighting evil spirits, showing invincible combat power.
Light rejoiced immensely that he made the correct decision to let the opponent tell his real name, representing reaching a relationship of mutual trust.
This guy wasn't an ordinary spirit medium or exorcist at all.
He was simply a humanoid evil spirit.
"Let me see."
Yoru walked to the meatball evil spirit, looking at the dozen faces showing horror on its body surface. The arc of the smile pattern on the black mask rose higher.
"Better prepare it properly."
The scene in the next minute left an indelible impression on Light for the rest of his life.
He couldn't describe the shock in his heart with words.
Yoru actually used Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand to chop...
Chopped the meatball evil spirit into minced meat (Shaozi / Ground Meat) cut by cut.
If ignoring the unceasing shrill screams of the meatball evil spirit, just looking at his enjoyable appearance and relaxed movements, it was simply no different from chopping dumpling filling during New Year.
Light really couldn't handle it anymore.
He had never seen such a perverted person in his life.
Wait a minute.
Light's pupils shrank in shock, recalling the sentence Yoru said after arriving.
The opponent said...
Today's dinner, I choose you?
Could it be...
In Light's sluggish gaze, Yoru looked at the meatball evil spirit that had been chopped into fine minced meat and nodded with satisfaction.
Then, the two black and white Ghost Hands brought the minced meat together in the palms and squeezed hard.
When it appeared again, it had become a round ball emitting pure black aura, about the size of a Lion's Head meatball.
Yoru took the ball and held it in his hand. The lower half of the mask disappeared. He took a light bite on it and smiled with great satisfaction.
"Mmhmm, taste is okay."
Light was dumbfounded.
"You... what are you doing?"
Yoru glanced at him and replied matter-of-factly.
"I'm eating evil spirits."
Hearing this, Light had an incredulous expression on his face.
"You... you can eat evil spirits?"
"Oh right, you don't know yet."
Yoru held the freshly made dish in one hand and put his other arm around Light's shoulder, smiling.
"Anyway, let's go back to the Otherworld first."
Light nodded, looking at the hallucinogens and guns placed in the basement, frowning.
"What about these things?"
"Leave them for your dad."
"Okay."
.....
When the two left the three-story building and returned to the Otherworld through the "Door" outside, Light breathed a sigh of relief but also felt puzzled.
From Yoru's action to the end of the operation, at least ten minutes had passed.
Even for ordinary public homicide cases, the police action shouldn't be so slow, let alone Yoru wearing a black mask and taking the genuine Onimaru Kunitsuna, who should be a key wanted target of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police.
Incomprehensible.
.....
Meanwhile, on the periphery of the shopping street.
Soichiro Yagami, who received urgent notice, ended his vacation temporarily, and served as the on-site commander again, was issuing orders calmly and unhurriedly.
"Cough cough, everyone put on combat equipment neatly first, then seal off the surrounding entrances and exits. Enter the scene only after ensuring safety."
Hearing the order from Soichiro Yagami, police members felt a bit puzzled.
This Bureau Chief's style of conduct had always been resolute and decisive, keeping his word.
Why did he seem to delay deliberately today?
Although they thought so, after the last Kyoto City Museum incident, there was a rumor within the police that Bureau Chief Yagami might be promoted to a higher position soon.
At this time, violating the opponent's order, whether from the perspective of human relations or absolute obedience of subordinates to superiors, was unjustifiable.
That Akoya Seishu was in the hospital; no police member on the scene would make such a stupid decision.
Soichiro Yagami looked at the direction of the shopping street entrance, thinking silently.
Last time at the Kyoto City Museum, he saw a mysterious person with a petite figure and indistinguishable gender beside "Mask."
And this time, according to intelligence from people on the scene, beside the opponent was a person wearing pure white clothes, wearing a mask carved with red bloody tear patterns, about 1.8 meters tall.
How many collaborators are around "Mask"?
Could it be that everyone around the opponent possesses the ability to ignore firearms and crush the strongest person in the police force, Akoya Seishu, with bare hands?
If that were true...
What should be considered wasn't just the safety of Kyoto city, but the safety of the entire Sakura Prefecture.
A few more minutes passed before Soichiro Yagami finally issued the order to attack.
This time, he also took the lead.
When he arrived at the three-story building, pushed the door open carefully, and saw the bloody scene in the corridor, Soichiro Yagami didn't feel nervous at all but looked relieved.
Sure enough.
Just as he guessed.
"Mask's" target this time was this violent group called Black Dragon Society, which the police were investigating.
Sanctioning evil with slaughter?
Truly like the opponent's style.
Years of experience as a police member made Soichiro Yagami unable to agree with such means rationally.
But from the emotional perspective of an ordinary person, "Mask" indeed eliminated evil again and protected the safety of Kyoto.
Soichiro Yagami once firmly believed in the scale completely leaning to one side between procedural justice and consequential justice. Now, it had shaken.
....
That day, 6:45 PM.
Yoru and Light removed their disguises and returned to the physical world.
"Phew..."
The moment his feet stepped on the ground, Light finally let out a long breath.
His shirt was soaked with sweat.
"Today's experience was really dangerous."
Hearing Light's tone like surviving a disaster, Yoru could see the irrepressible excitement in the opponent's eyes.
"I see you enjoyed it quite a bit. Yagami-kun, you are really a madman."
This time, Light didn't choose to refute but replied with a smile.
"Yoru-kun, we are two of a kind."
On the way in the Otherworld, Yoru had introduced the general intelligence collected so far to Light.
Of course, he didn't mention Miko and others.
After all, whether to reveal the identities of those girls should be decided by them.
Although Yoru was the Captain of the Super-Quant Club, he didn't have this right, nor did he want to reveal the identities of those girls to others privately.
When Light heard him call the Otherworld full of powerful evil spirits an "Unlimited Buffet," he almost couldn't hold back.
At the same time, Light couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
No wonder Yoru-kun's strength was so strong.
The opponent's ability was fundamentally different from his.
Ordinary spirit mediums, no matter how much they let the soul true body devour evil spirits, only increased the power of the soul true body. They themselves were still ordinary flesh and blood bodies.
But Yoru himself was far more powerful than those two black and white Ghost Hands.
He was simply Superman.
"Oh, by the way."
Yoru leaned against the wall and smiled at Light.
"Since you have acted with me and reached a basic cooperative relationship, it's time to give you an operation code name."
Light's comprehension speed was fast.
"Oh, for convenience during operations, right? Let me think..."
Light pondered carefully, found he couldn't think of a good code name, then looked at Yoru and asked with a smile.
"How about you give me one?"
"Waiting for your words."
Yoru smiled and said softly.
"How about Kira?"
"Kira..."
Light muttered the word and smiled.
"Not bad, derived from the English word 'killer'. It fits my definition of myself quite well."
"OK, then it's decided."
"However..."
Light changed the subject.
"I have to go back to Tokyo. Besides, your goal is to exorcise evil spirits, and my goal is still to eliminate evil and change this rotting world. Too close cooperation is a constraint for both you and me."
"You make sense."
Yoru patted Light's shoulder.
"So if there's nothing major, contact less usually."
"Okay."
When Yoru was about to turn and leave, Light suddenly spoke again.
"What is the relationship between you and me now?"
"Are you sick again?"
Hearing this sentence sounding like ambiguous confession, Yoru was disgusted again.
"You don't think of yourself as Sasuke, do you? What kind of question is this?"
Immediately after, amidst Light's slightly helpless bitter smile, Yoru stopped smiling and said seriously.
"Speaking of friends, there is no personal friendship between you and me."
"Speaking of partners, there is no such close connection."
Speaking of this, Yoru turned around and waved his hand, speaking softly while walking away.
"Even walking on different paths, we are moving forward for the same goal of eliminating evil."
"This relationship, according to my understanding."
"Can be called Comrades."