Chapter 238: Yoshimoto's Kiss
Dust cascaded from the shattered stones as Tsuchimikado Kokoro dragged her battered body out of the ruins. The seven elite puppets she had brought from the Onmyo Bureau lay scattered across the scorched earth, completely purified and lifeless.
Seven spiritual control lines had been severed simultaneously. It was as if an complex, invisible web had been sheared away with a single, merciless stroke of a blade.
Kokoro propped herself up against a jagged slab of rubble. A sharp stone shard had sliced through the left shoulder of her pentagram-patterned haori, drawing a thin line of blood. Her deep chestnut hair hung in a disheveled mess around her face, and her wide amber eyes stared blankly at the distant mountain peak, reflecting the striking figure dressed in pristine white and red.
The memories of Nue's possession remained crystal clear in her mind. She had been trapped behind her own eyes the entire time, fully conscious but utterly powerless as the ancient yokai hijacked her limbs. Because of that forced connection, she had felt the terrifying, overwhelming purity of the priestess standing across the valley.
Separated by an entire mountain.
That woman had spent fifteen minutes methodically setting a trap with ten arrows. In response to her ancestor's arrogant will, the outcome of the battle had been decided in a single, blinding instant.
"I only... got lost..."
The fragile words finally tore from her throat, thick with a suffocating, tearless grief. She wanted to sob, but her body was too exhausted to produce the tears.
"I was just passing through Mino... on my way back to Kyoto to report..." Her voice cracked, echoing weakly in the desolate silence. "Why was I swallowed by the mountain... why was I possessed by an ancestor... why were all the puppets passed down for centuries destroyed..."
She gripped her torn hair, her knuckles turning white. "When I go back... how am I supposed to explain this to Father? Am I supposed to say my ancestor took over my body for a fight and got everything trashed?!"
"Nooooo!"
In the distance, Kikyo had already lowered her massive Japanese bow.
The cold mountain wind whipped her long black hair around her pale, indifferent face. She spared no glance for the weeping Onmyoji collapsing on the opposite cliff. Kikyo naturally understood the girl's miserable state, but she possessed absolutely no interest in finishing off a weak mortal who had merely been used as a vessel.
Her dark eyes drifted past Kokoro's head, swept over the collapsed roof of the ancient temple, and locked onto the deep, churning darkness in the distance.
She looked toward the exact location where Kobe Hikaru was fighting.
"It's time."
Kikyo's voice was soft, a quiet murmur meant only for herself. "He's waiting for me to go over."
She raised her bow once more, her grip steady and firm. But she did not nock an arrow.
Instead, a massive surge of spiritual power erupted from the bow, wrapping around her slender figure like a glowing cocoon. The Spirit Transformation Technique activated flawlessly. The physical form of the priestess in white robes and red hakama dissolved into a translucent, radiant spirit. Kikyo launched herself from the cliff edge, soaring across the vast, shadowy valley between the two mountains. She slipped effortlessly through a tiny crack in the golden wall of Buddha Power, streaking straight toward the main peak of Mount Hakurei.
Kokoro remained frozen amidst the rubble, her amber eyes vacant as she watched that brilliant white rainbow arc across the night sky. From this moment on, the ruined Onmyoji could only leave her survival to fate.
Deep within the mountain, the long corridor groaned under an immense, suffocating pressure.
Master Hakushin's towering Bodhisattva form stood resolute. Four massive golden arms spread wide, each gripping a sacred artifact—a vajra, a lotus, a precious sword, and a string of heavy prayer beads. The crushing power of his vows surged continuously from his petrified, mummified flesh, bearing down so heavily that the skeletal armor of the Asura Transformation shrieked and cracked under the strain.
Kobe Hikaru's Ten-Transformation Asura barely held its ground, relying entirely on the endless cycle of the Five Elements to repair the structural damage. Yet, the gap in raw power remained glaringly obvious against a flesh-body Buddha that had forcibly devoured three powerful guardian spirits.
The Bone-Thunder Giant Body was violently compressed back down to a mere six meters by the sheer weight of Hakushin's golden vows.
Hikaru's internal organs were functioning normally, pumping dark Yao Qi through his veins, but a limit was still a limit. Ten transformations were simply not enough to break this deadlock.
He needed an Eleventh Transformation. He needed the other two souls to balance his demonic origin.
He needed... the Shikon Jewel.
The Soul-Chasing Archer Transformation flared to life within him, instantly extending his sensory perception outward, pushing past the dense rock and earth of the mountain's mass. He reached out into the cold night air, searching for that rapidly approaching streak of white spiritual light.
Kikyo landed gracefully on the outskirts of the temple ruins at the mountain's peak, her feet touching down lightly on the broken clay tiles. The Spirit Transformation Technique deactivated, and her physical form solidified in the blink of an eye.
She did not step into the dark, crumbling corridor.
Instead, she reached her right hand into the collar of her miko outfit, retrieving the Shikon Jewel from where it rested warmly against her skin. The fist-sized orb pulsed softly in her palm, radiating the gentle, purifying light of the naohi.
Midoriko's ancient remnant soul surged within the crystalline sphere, sending out rings of brilliant white light that beat in time with a steady, rhythmic heartbeat.
At that exact second, a familiar interface flashed across Hikaru's vision.
[Shikon Jewel: favorability +10. Current favorability: 100.]
There was no slow transition, no gradual buffer. The number violently spiked from ninety straight to the absolute maximum value.
It was a direct, obvious response to Kikyo's current state of mind. Standing amidst the ruins, Kikyo desired to help Hikaru more than anything else in the world. She could have charged directly into the corridor to fight by his side, but she understood exactly what the Oni Samurai truly needed. She had spent two grueling days breaking the outer barrier and fifteen minutes dismantling Tsuchimikado Kokoro. Standing here now, under the pale moonlight, she had already accomplished everything required of her.
The rest of the burden, she would entrust entirely to him.
This longing and absolute trust were completely pure, devoid of any hesitation. Therefore, the naohi responded in kind.
The pure, upright, and beautiful spiritual entity resting inside the Shikon Jewel bloomed with an unmatched, blinding radiance. A massive white pillar of light erupted from Kikyo's open palm, piercing straight through the shattered ruins of the temple and plunging deep into the dark abyss of the corridor.
The end of the light pillar crashed down upon the head of the Asura Transformation, bathing the demonic construct in a beam of pure sunlight pouring straight from the heavens.
Master Hakushin's relentless advance instantly froze. The crushing, golden pressure of his vows slammed into the radiant barrier of the Shikon Jewel's naohi and stopped dead, completely unable to push forward even a single inch.
Immediately after, the system chimed again.
[Shikon Jewel has reached maximum favorability.]
[Unlocked Third Talent—Psionic Power: The holder gains the ability to connect directly with the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, allowing them to invoke the pure qi in the environment.]
Following Spirit Vision and Spiritual Perception, the final piece fell into place. Psionic Power.
This was the Heavenly Soul, the precise element required to sense and command the pure qi of heaven and earth.
Brilliant white psionic power poured relentlessly from the light pillar directly into the crown of the Asura Transformation's head. This was not dark Yao Qi, nor was it standard spiritual power. It was the ultimate condensation of wisdom and compassion, representing the Kushimitama and Sakimitama hidden within the Four Souls.
That pure power violently swirled, condensed, and took solid shape within the armored head of the Asura Transformation.
The Earthly Soul roared to life in the abdomen, firmly rooted in the dark, demonized origin of the Oni Samurai. The Heavenly Soul blazed at the crown, graciously receiving the boundless gift of psionic power from the Shikon Jewel.
The dual souls were finally formed. The Eleventh Transformation was exactly half a step away from completion.
Only the human soul was missing.
But a human soul was not something that could simply be imagined into existence; it had to be violently extracted. There was absolutely no time to wait. And more, Hikaru had no intention of waiting.
Hikaru's Crimson Demon Eyes snapped wide open, a chaotic storm of five-colored light surging violently in the depths of his pupils.
The Asura Transformation's massive arms spread wide simultaneously. The specialized soul-seeking ability of the Spirit-Tracking Archer Transformation exploded outward, heavily amplified by the newly formed Heavenly Soul. His perception range blasted past its usual hundred-pace limit, instantly blanketing the entirety of Mount Hakurei in an inescapable, invisible net.
He locked onto three distinct targets.
The Vajra Lion, the Heavenly Eye Peacock, and the Hyōbi-shin.
These were the three guardian spirits he had deliberately and severely wounded earlier in the battle. The dark blood-fire of Onikiri still burned viciously on the Vajra Lion's broad chest. The freezing ghostly qi of Yomikiri remained deeply embedded in the Heavenly Eye Peacock's broken wing. Two jagged, festering scars still marred the Hyōbi-shin's agile body.
Those grievous wounds, the demonic blood and hellish fire left festering within the spiritual bodies of the guardian spirits, served as perfect anchors. They were his Yao Qi, his personal marks, his unbreakable 'lines'.
Master Hakushin had forcefully devoured the three guardian spirits, greedily merging them into his golden Bodhisattva form to increase his power. But merging did not equate to digesting.
Those specific wounds bearing Hikaru's Yao Qi imprint were still buried deep within the spiritual bodies, acting exactly like three rusted nails driven deep into living flesh. The Soul-Seeking Inevitable Hand, once securely locked onto a soul, would completely ignore all physical distance and magical obstacles to strike with absolute certainty.
Three dark-red beams of light shot rapidly from the Asura Transformation's open palms. They effortlessly phased through the golden barrier of vows, bypassed the four-armed defense of the Bodhisattva form, and plunged directly into the remnant bodies of the three guardian spirits trapped inside Hakushin.
And then, Hikaru violently pulled.
The golden afterimage of the Vajra Lion was forcibly dragged out from Hakushin's left shoulder, roaring in silent agony. Shimmering fragments of the Heavenly Eye Peacock were brutally peeled away from his broad chest. The broken, shadowy body of the Hyōbi-shin was violently torn out from his rigid spine.
Hakushin's Bodhisattva form shook violently. Deep, jagged cracks instantly appeared in two of his four massive arms the exact moment the guardian spirits were stripped away, leaking blinding golden light from the widening fissures.
The afterimages of the three guardian spirits flew helplessly toward the Asura Transformation.
The Asura Transformation unhinged its jaw in response.
The three glowing afterimages poured into the demonic maw together. The golden, black, and white spiritual fragments violently collided, merged, and rapidly reorganized within the churning Five Elements cycle burning in the Asura Transformation's chest.
Raw fragments of destiny flowed smoothly into the Heavenly Soul. The Heavenly Soul rapidly expanded, spreading its pure influence from the crown of the head down through the spine, and from the spine outward into the armored limbs.
The Earthly Soul eagerly responded from the abdomen, climbing upward to meet the descending purity. The Heavenly and Earthly Souls violently crashed together in the center of the Asura Transformation's body, and the elusive human soul finally began to manifest.
This had clearly been his true trump card from the very beginning. Wounding the three guardian spirits right at the start of the battle hadn't just been a desperate measure for self-preservation; it had been a calculated setup for this exact moment. He had deliberately planted his own demonic blood and fire deep in their spiritual bodies, patiently waiting for them to be devoured and merged by Hakushin, only to ruthlessly pull them out by the roots from the inside.
He was using the Sokushinbutsu's own hands to gather human spirits for his own evolution.
If Hakushin hadn't foolishly turned the guardian spirits from illusory concepts into substantial entities, Hikaru might have seen the opportunity but wouldn't necessarily have possessed the physical means to achieve this extraction.
However, the newly forming human soul was still slightly incomplete. There was still one vital guardian spirit missing from the equation.
The Six-Tusked White Elephant had not yet arrived.
That was the final piece, and undeniably the most crucial one. Although Hikaru had initially hesitated to harm the Six-Tusked White Elephant, now that he had completely confirmed it was a deliberate gift from Taigen Sessai and not the natural convergence of Yoshimoto's own destiny, he immediately discarded those useless concerns.
Hikaru pragmatically surmised that the real reason Sessai had left Yoshimoto such a powerful guardian spirit was actually to suppress her own natural 'spirit'. As a powerful daimyo ruling three provinces and widely recognized as the Number One Archer in the Tokaido, Yoshimoto certainly possessed a formidable guardian spirit of her own. But if she followed the tragic, original trajectory of her destiny and fell at Okehazama, that guardian spirit likely wouldn't have the chance to grow very strong.
By briefly suppressing it and preventing it from taking shape, Sessai ensured that if the artificial guardian spirit was ever taken away after her destiny changed, the true guardian spirit Yoshimoto would subsequently manifest would be exponentially stronger than before.
This was undoubtedly the brilliant, far-reaching calculation of Taigen Sessai.
And that complex web of planning brought everything perfectly to the present moment.
"Again."
Hikaru took a heavy step forward, his voice echoing coldly through the cavernous space, repeating the command.
All across Mount Hakurei, the landscape was descending into total chaos.
On the western mountainside, the exact moment Takeda Shingen crushed the last crumbling stone Arhat statue in front of her with a casual, devastating punch, she felt a massive shift in the atmosphere above her head.
She slowly looked up.
Toward the mountain peak, a terrifying five-colored pillar of Yao Qi soared violently into the night sky from the ruins of the temple, colliding head-on with Hakushin's blinding golden light of aspiration. The two opposing forces violently churned into a massive, destructive vortex directly above the summit, physically tearing a massive, gaping hole in the dark clouds.
Pale moonlight poured down from the jagged gap, shining directly on the five-colored pillar and reflecting fragmented, eerie light across the entire trembling mountain.
The sheer, suffocating concentration of that Yao Qi was unbelievable.
Shingen's confident footsteps ground to an abrupt halt. She gripped her chipped iron fan so tightly her knuckles turned stark white.
"This concentration..."
Her deep red eyes widened in genuine shock. Living in this chaotic, blood-soaked era, it was naturally impossible for someone like Takeda Shingen not to have encountered other powerful yokai. Although she didn't travel and fight everywhere like the battle-crazed first-generation Uesugi Kenshin, she had personally cleared out yokai settlements of all sizes across the rugged provinces of Shinano and Kai.
But the monstrous Yao Qi currently erupting before her was entirely different from anything she had ever faced.
It was infinitely stronger, vastly more grand, and terrifyingly pure; though it was undeniably turbid and demonic, it was absolutely not filthy or corrupted.
And it was still rising.
Like boiling water violently overflowing from a sealed iron pot, it bubbled over, cascading down the slopes until the entire massive mountain began to physically tremble in resonance with the power.
"It's almost catching up to the mountain itself."
Yamagata Masakage stood frozen behind her lord, completely forgetting to even grip the hilt of her sword. She simply stared toward the glowing summit with her mouth hanging wide open in awe.
Shingen didn't speak again. She silently tucked her chipped iron fan back into her waist sash. Her long, deep red hair flew wildly in the howling mountain wind, whipping against her armor.
However, the corners of her mouth slowly curled into a fierce, battle-hungry grin. Her teeth flashed blindingly white in the gloom.
"As expected, this is very, very interesting."
She muttered those exact words for the third time tonight. There was absolutely no need to even guess the identity of the monster producing that Yao Qi.
To the east, Oda Nobuna crouched defensively behind a collapsed, headless Buddha statue, panting heavily.
Her bare feet were scraped raw and bleeding from the sharp rocks, and her expensive kimono sported yet another jagged tear along the hem. Shibata Katsuie and Maeda Toshiie leaned exhaustedly beside her, the three of them looking exactly like three miserable stray cats soaked by a freezing rainstorm.
Suddenly, the surrounding stone Buddha statues began to violently shatter.
They broke apart rapidly from the inside out. Deep, spiderweb cracks spread rapidly from within the smooth stone surfaces, and blinding golden light poured out from the carved stone eyes, only to extinguish with a sharp, echoing snap.
Like a candle abruptly burning out.
One, two, five, ten.
A rapid chain reaction spread relentlessly along the broken stone steps to both sides, and every single Buddha statue within her field of vision was violently detonating into gravel. The oppressive golden light curtain completely disintegrated. The heavy, suffocating suppression vanished into thin air.
Nobuna's golden vertical pupils snapped wide open.
She pushed herself up, leaning heavily against the cold stone wall, and looked up toward the chaotic summit. The massive five-colored pillar was violently churning heaven and earth up there, its terrifying aftershocks spreading rapidly through every single inch of Mount Hakurei. Hakushin was desperately drawing all his remaining Power Of Will to the summit to combat that monstrous Yao Qi, meaning the outer Barrier could no longer be maintained.
That was exactly why the stone statues shattered. That was why the heavy suppression was finally gone.
Shibata Katsuie also stared at that towering light. The five-colored pillar reflected brightly in her wide amber eyes, and her exhausted expression rapidly changed. The innate instinct of a Divine Tool allowed her to clearly sense the familiar presence within the storm.
"Is that... Lord Hikaru?"
"Nonsense." Nobuna gritted her teeth, wiping a streak of dirt from her cheek. "Who else but that arrogant guy could cause such a ridiculously huge commotion right over the Buddha's head?"
She felt even more annoyed just thinking about his smug, deadpan face. And.
"Katsuie, why the hell are you still calling him 'Lord' here!?"
Katsuie stiffened, her face flushing red. 'Oh no, I've been found out.'
On the other side of the mountain.
The vast sea of flowers to the south had also completely withered away.
Imagawa Yoshimoto sat gracefully atop the massive white elephant, quietly watching the once-overwhelming white petals beneath her feet rapidly shrivel, dry up, and crumble into fine, gray powder within a few short breaths. The tiny, fingernail-sized Buddha statues hidden in the center of the petals also shattered into dust, and thin streams of golden light rose from the debris, rapidly converging toward the summit along the mountain's deep ley lines.
Hakushin was indeed desperately gathering all his remaining power for a final stand.
Yoshimoto slowly looked up. Her loose, elegant long hair fluttered wildly in the cold night wind, her bright, intelligent eyes gazing steadily at the five-colored pillar soaring violently into the sky.
The surrounding air suddenly grew uncomfortably hot.
It was the white elephant.
The massive spiritual body of the Six-Tusked White Elephant beneath her began to glow with a soft, intense golden radiance, burning ten times brighter than its usual state. All six of its massive eyes snapped open.
For the first time since its creation, they were all completely open.
They were staring directly at the chaotic center of that five-colored pillar above the summit, locking onto the yokai who was currently locked in a death struggle with the Sokushinbutsu.
Yoshimoto suddenly felt a strange sensation radiating from the broad back of the white elephant. A warm, comforting current flowed rapidly up her spine, and the exact moment it reached the back of her head, it smoothly transformed into vivid images.
Blurry, fragmented, yet unmistakable images.
A serene woman dressed in pristine white Buddhist robes, with long silver-white hair and eyes as deep and calm as a dry well, a string of wooden prayer beads wrapped loosely between her slender fingers.
Master Taigen Sessai.
The comforting image shattered after only a brief moment. But closely following the fading image was a clear, obvious thought. It was so distinct it felt exactly like someone was whispering directly into her ear.
"It's time, Yoshimoto."
Yoshimoto's entire body paused. She suddenly took a deep, steadying breath and nodded heavily, her expression resolute, as if she had been quietly preparing for this exact moment for a very long time.
The lingering will her beloved teacher had left hidden within the white elephant was not just a simple measure to protect her life, but more, a mechanism designed to wait patiently for this exact moment in time. It was waiting for a unique existence that desperately needed the power of destiny to complete its ultimate transformation. It was waiting for the specific 'person' Sessai had already clearly foreseen at the very end of her life, whose chaotic fate would inevitably and permanently intersect with Yoshimoto's own.
Yoshimoto had also been well aware of this obvious truth for a long time. She, too, had been quietly waiting. With a heavy heart full of worry, but carrying even more anticipation, she had been waiting for this exact moment to finally arrive.
This time, the massive white elephant did not need her verbal command.
The Six-Tusked White Elephant's four massive feet left the rocky mountainside. Its glowing spiritual body rapidly swelled to thirty feet high, its six curved tusks radiating the blinding light of aspiration condensed from Sessai's lifelong, grueling cultivation.
Carrying Yoshimoto safely on its back, it launched itself into the sky, flying straight toward the chaotic summit.
It effortlessly passed through the withered, gray sea of flowers and the shattered remnants of the stone Buddha statues. It soared smoothly through the collapsing stone steps and the violently shaking corridors. The cold mountain wind rushed aggressively into the loose collar of Yoshimoto's elegant kimono, the deep purple fabric fluttering wildly on the elephant's back, revealing her slender nape, which was illuminated stark white by the pale moonlight.
She didn't look down at the destruction below. She just stared unblinkingly at the raging center of the five-colored pillar at the summit.
Inside the crumbling corridor.
Hikaru's Soul-Seeking Hand remained suspended in mid-air, the dark energy crackling around his armored fingers. The vast perception network of the Spirit-Tracking Archer Transformation still covered the entire trembling mountain.
He was actively looking for the final piece. He knew with absolute certainty that he was still exactly one step short of perfection.
He also knew the Six-Tusked White Elephant was still somewhere on the mountain. That unique spiritual body was fundamentally different from the other corrupted guardian spirits; it was not naturally attracted by the dark miasma of Mount Hakurei, but was instead purely condensed from Sessai's final, lingering thoughts.
He needed it. He desperately needed the final 'intent' of Sessai remaining hidden within that glowing white elephant.
If the Vajra Lion perfectly represented the sturdy feet of man—like Takeda Shingen, completely unwavering—and the Celestial Eye Peacock represented the sharp eyes of man, clear and bright, and the Hyōbi-shin represented the agile hands of man, swift and deadly...
Then, what the Six-Tusked White Elephant truly represented was the vast, guiding wisdom of man that governed all of these disparate parts. It was the brain, the central, controlling hub.
He needed its deep wisdom to properly guide the chaotic 'spirit of man'currently hidden within the other absorbed guardian spirits, smoothly transforming the volatile mixture into a stable, complete'human soul'.
He was also silently summoning Yoshimoto. That clever, pragmatic young girl... might just be willing to make one more mutually beneficial deal with him.
The invisible perception network of the Spirit-Tracking Archer Transformation spread rapidly toward the southern slopes.
Then, he finally sensed it.
The white elephant was coming straight toward him on its own initiative. Imagawa Yoshimoto was also coming.
Hakushin's Bodhisattva form instantly sensed the approaching threat as well. Its damaged, cracking golden arms turned aggressively toward the south, and its massive reserves of Power Of Will rapidly condensed into a thick, glowing light wall in a desperate attempt to intercept the incoming spirit.
But the ancient mummy was exactly one step too late.
Blinding golden light violently burst through the jagged gap in the collapsed southern wall of the stone corridor. Carrying Yoshimoto, the Six-Tusked White Elephant directly and brutally crashed headlong through Hakushin's desperate wall of aspiration.
The pure Power Of Will radiating from Sessai on the elephant's massive tusks was of a completely comparable quality to Hakushin's own ancient power. It couldn't be easily shattered, but it could certainly be forcefully pushed aside.
The white elephant came to a sudden, jarring halt directly above the ruined corridor.
Yoshimoto smoothly slid down from the elephant's broad back. Gravity instantly caught her. The elegant hem of her Junihitoe kimono billowed out like a blooming flower, her loose long hair clinging wildly to her pale cheeks. The young girl's figure was slender and exquisite, yet tossed violently by the wind into graceful, sweeping curves, her hip line swaying as she plummeted.
She fell gracefully from the sky.
The massive spirit of the Six-Tusked White Elephant dissolved into pure light and merged smoothly into her falling body at that exact same moment.
She continued to fall, her bright eyes locking perfectly with Hikaru's Crimson Demon Eyes in mid-air.
And then...
Her soft lips pressed firmly against the chaotic cluster of five-colored light burning at the absolute center of the Asura Transformation's armored chest.
To be precise, they pressed directly against Hikaru's own true face, which was faintly visible through the raging, demonic radiance.
The pale, cold, deadpan lips belonging to an undead Oni Samurai.
She kissed him.
The physical sensation was ice-cold, lacking any human warmth.
Instantly, golden light dust filled the entire cavernous space, spreading rapidly from Yoshimoto's slender body and pouring relentlessly into the massive Asura Transformation.
Taigen Sessai's lifelong, accumulated Power Of Will, Imagawa Yoshimoto's powerful Destiny Guardian, and the massive amount of pure faith accumulated by the Six-Tusked White Elephant over several grueling months.
All of it was poured directly into his core.
And the elusive human soul—ignited within the spark of this single, freezing kiss, inexplicably and entirely naturally—finally condensed into absolute perfection.
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