Chapter 192: The Death Question
In Silver Birch Park, next to the north gate of Shikoku Gakuin, a tall and slender long-haired youth paced by the roadside, shaking a can of purple grape soda. Feeling the fullness of energy in his hand, Masashi Sakuraba nodded with satisfaction.
He raised the soda can to his face, hooked the pull tab with his thumb, and slowly opened it.
“Sss–”
Accompanying the long hiss, the youth’s pale yellow heterochromatic eyes, which were unusual for an ordinary person, narrowed slightly with pleasure. The cold, bubbly liquid gushed out of the can, wetting his palm, bringing a strange sensation and the stickiness characteristic of sugary water after it drains.
After drinking the remaining liquid in the can in one gulp, he brought his right hand to his mouth. His slender, forked tongue, several times longer than an ordinary person’s, extended out and carefully licked the remaining liquid on his palm clean. Finally, he licked his lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction.
Masashi Sakuraba was very happy now.
Or rather, he hadn’t been this excited for a very, very long time.
Ever since the incident years ago when he tried to steal the power of the giant python and was counterattacked, Masashi Sakuraba hadn’t been active in the real world for a long time. Not only had all the matters he was responsible for in Kyoto been handed over to Kurokawa Iori, but his spiritual abilities were also unusable due to interference from another part of his body.
Of course, the plan at the time was not without success. That group of ossified old men had all gone to meet their ancestors, and he had also obtained a part of the giant python’s power.
If that guy who wielded thunder hadn’t unexpectedly appeared, how could he have let this group of useless people extend this disgusting heritage to this day, guarding the “Spiritual Realm” that only they themselves recognized?
“Hero? How disgusting!”
Casually glancing at the slogan posted by the school’s Student Council on the park trash can, Masashi Sakuraba waved his hand with disdain and threw the soda can fiercely towards the trash can. The last splash of liquid that splashed out precisely sprinkled on the school’s name signed at the end of the slogan.
Finally, as if remembering something, he pulled his right hand out of his pocket again. Purple energy gathered in his hand, and then slowly dissipated into the air.
In about three minutes, the young man who had guided him this morning would probably die on campus.
Hmm, how did they put it? Sudden cardiac arrest leading to sudden death?
Who would believe that? Fool, can a disease really crush a heart into pieces?
Such boring lies could only comfort those relatives who were weeping because they received news of their family’s death. This was what those sanctimonious guys loved to mention the most.
Humanitarianism?
Shaking his head strangely, Masashi Sakuraba tidied up the strange emotions in his mind. Perhaps he hadn’t been in contact with the outside world for too long, and his thoughts were now too active.
Perhaps he would have indulged in the ecstasy of crushing that beating lump of muscle with his own hands at first, but for him now, it was just a more convenient way to kill people.
Too many people had died at the hands of this curse. Masashi Sakuraba himself couldn’t remember how many. The expressions of those old men who taught him never to touch these forbidden incantations, but finally died under such a technique, were truly amusing.
Was this the difficulty of so-called forbidden incantations? Compared to these, Masashi Sakuraba still felt that the Kyudo that the old man insisted on teaching him was much more difficult.
With a hint of nostalgia, he looked at the faint mark on his left wrist. A trace of warmth flowed from the youth’s left eye, but in the next second, the purple hand talisman on his hand suddenly shattered, causing a flicker of surprise on Masashi Sakuraba’s face as he relived the past. He turned his head and looked towards the teaching building in the distance.
“Psychic?”
He muttered uncertainly, but felt very strange in his heart.
The shattering of the talisman indicated the failure of the curse, but the ridiculous heroes in the school, perhaps some physically deformed monsters could stop his attack, but Masashi Sakuraba didn’t think they had the ability to stop him inside others’ bodies.
“A psychic who can block my curse, a genius?”
The only explanation was that there was a psychic of his kind present at the time, but the guys who could cause him some trouble before had all been dealt with by him bit by bit.
Although he hadn’t used his full strength because he was only dealing with an ordinary person, anyone who could break his curse like this could be considered a genius among those guys.
A hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes. As if flicking away a cigarette butt that had accidentally fallen on his clothes, Masashi Sakuraba flicked his middle finger gently, and a ball of purple energy shot rapidly in the previous direction, finally penetrating the thick wall and entering the building.
But in the next second, the palpable shattering sensation transmitted to his consciousness caused ripples on the youth’s originally calm expression, followed closely by the very familiar tracking technique.
Feeling the familiar technique that was getting closer and closer to him along his spiritual energy line, even though the spiritual energy attached to it was so little that he could dispel it with a light touch.
But Masashi Sakuraba watched as the pale blue light spot slowly touched his body. The expression on his face changed constantly, finally forming an extremely playful and sinister smile. He looked at the white building standing in the sunlight in the distance, and his long, thin tongue licked his lips again.
“How long can this genius last this time?”
…….
On the other side, on the second floor corridor of the first teaching building.
“Thank you.”
Mai Shinomiyai stood up with the help of Shinichi Sato, her emerald green eyes staring intently at the youth’s arms in front of her with an unusual gaze.
“Sato, you…”
A flood of questions wanted to be asked to Shinichi Sato in front of her, but in the next moment, a blue ripple bloomed in the girl’s eyes.
The questions in her mouth were forcibly stuck. Shinichi Sato didn’t even have time to ask before she saw several talismans arranged in the air, and the familiar large blue bird appeared in front of him again. The girl with a stern face directly sat on the back of the blue bird.
“Shiomiya, what is this?”
“I’ve tracked the caster, it’s in Silver Birch Park! There’s no time to say more, the tracking mark could be discovered at any moment! Sato, you contact the Academy Principal, I’ll go ahead and hold him off!”
Several consecutive sentences were spoken out of the girl’s mouth like a machine gun. The blue bird’s huge wings flapped up and down, and just like last time, without waiting for Shinichi Sato’s reply, the person and the bird soared into the sky and flew towards the north of the school.
“You…”
Looking at the small dot gradually disappearing from his field of vision in the distance, Shinichi Sato felt a sense of complexity in his heart. He glanced back at his girlfriend beside him and then at the small dot that was almost invisible on the horizon.
He reached out his right hand to his left wristband, hesitated, but finally put his hand down fiercely. He turned and ran towards the staircase.
As Shinichi Sato took his first step, a soft little hand grabbed his arm from the side. A cold touch accompanied by the girl’s characteristic nonchalant tone came.
“What are you going to do?”
