# 658
Chapter 659: The Second Magatsu Blade
As the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's voice fell, figure after figure emerged from the darkness, crowding the street behind him.
They were all people controlled by the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's "Heart's Calamity," drawn from various places to this street. They knelt silently like a tide, pressing their foreheads to the ground behind the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy, trembling like submissive servants offering their loyalty to their master.
In this country, everyone must worship the gods.
And the divine envoys walking among mortals represent the will of the gods—they are beings that all must revere. Through generations of succession, this reverence and unconditional obedience have gradually evolved into fear.
And fear is the nourishment of "Heart's Calamity."
Among the 3,224 people within a ten-kilometer radius, 3,192 satisfied the condition of "fearing his existence from the depths of their hearts." This meant that unless all 3,192 of these people died, the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy himself was immortal.
This was the most troublesome of the seven Oracles—the Second Oracle, "Heart's Calamity."
This power, in truth, did not stem from the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's own abilities, but from this country's cultural history and environment.
If he were thrown into Great Xia, hardly anyone would fear the existence of an Oracle Envoy. The pool of candidates he could use as his本体 would be meager, and killing him would be easy. But in this god-fearing nation, with his identity as a divine messenger, wherever he went, he had an almost inexhaustible supply of scapegoats!
This was also why Amemiya Haruki's master had repeatedly failed against the Second Oracle.
As time passed, more and more people gathered behind the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy, kneeling on the ground—already over three hundred. Additionally, nearly three thousand potential替身 candidates were on their way or already hiding in the surroundings.
Now, Amemiya Haruki had only two choices.
Either kill the three thousand civilians in the shortest time possible, then kill the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy once more; or wait until the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy possessed them one by one, then kill them, which would be equivalent to killing the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy over three thousand times...
The first option seemed simplest, but even so, it would be incredibly difficult to accomplish!
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy would never allow him to slaughter these three thousand替身 unhindered. And even if Amemiya Haruki did manage to kill them all, as long as the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy ran a few steps to another location, moving beyond the range of his ability, he would gain a whole new set of替身.
In this country, in a city, killing him was harder than ascending to heaven!
Moreover, Amemiya Haruki's current【Rain God】state could not be maintained infinitely. It consumed his lifespan as a price, and once his lifespan was exhausted, he could very well die on the spot.
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy could afford to wait, but Amemiya Haruki could not...
Relying on himself alone, he could not defeat Heart's Calamity.
After a moment of hesitation, Amemiya Haruki turned to look at Yuzuri Nana standing nearby, his gaze filled with complex emotions.
Little Yuzuri, I need your power. Amemiya Haruki's身形 flickered and he passed through the curtain of rain, arriving in front of Yuzuri Nana. He spoke earnestly.
Me? Yuzuri Nana froze in place. But I can't help with anything... I'm not like Rain-Miya and Qiye nii-chan, I'm not capable at all...
You can do it.
Amemiya Haruki spoke with certainty. You're Yuzuri Kurotetsu's daughter—he couldn't possibly have left you alone in Yokohama without any precaution! He must have left something behind for you...
Before Yuzuri Kurotetsu ascended to【Pure Land】, he brought three Magatsu Blades. One was my borrowed【Rainfall Collapse】, another was【Illusory Pupil】, and the third blade has yet to appear.
If I'm not mistaken, the third blade has been with you all along. It's just that it cannot actively manifest its power until you personally draw it from its sheath.
Think carefully—on your body, is there anything your parents left you? Or...
In your growth, has there been anyone unusual who has been by your side all along?
Hearing this, Yuzuri Nana stood frozen.
Something her parents left her, someone who had been accompanying her all her life...
Instinctively, images flooded Yuzuri Nana's mind—that white-haired old figure, always folding paper cranes beside her, smiling and calling her "Little Yuzuri."
Granny Crane...
No, wait... Granny Crane should be at the nursing home in Yokohama. She didn't follow Yuzuri Nana to Osaka!
Yuzuri Nana stood dazed in place, her mind in complete turmoil.
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy flashed out from the crowd, transforming into a golden bolt of lightning as he rushed toward Amemiya Haruki at extreme speed. Two golden light rings were hurled from his hands!
The white-haired Amemiya Haruki's brow furrowed tightly. He raised his blade swiftly, and fine threads of rain deflected one of the light rings. At the same time, his right foot stamped heavily on the puddle, and several water dragons formed from converging rainwater roared forth from the curtain of rain!
The water dragons collided with the light rings, causing houses on both sides of the street to collapse entirely.
Amemiya Haruki's figure flashed repeatedly, his white hair dancing in the rain as he engaged in close combat with the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy!
Dazzling blade light flew in every direction, fine threads of rain interweaving into a massive net in the air, forcibly shredding the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's body into a spray of blood mist.
Immediately after, from among the kneeling pedestrians, one person's form suddenly twisted and rapidly changed into the appearance of the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy.
Amemiya Haruki's brow furrowed tightly. He stepped forward to stand before Yuzuri Nana. His face was deathly pale from the excessive burning of his lifespan.
Little Yuzuri, we need the second Magatsu Blade...
I-I know... but there's really no blade on me! Yuzuri Nana's small face was also filled with anxiety. She reached up and gripped the cherry blossom hairpin in her hair, pulling it out directly.
Her gathered black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. She clutched the hairpin and spoke bitterly, The only thing my mother left me is this hairpin... but it's not a blade! I can't "draw" it even if I want to!
The moment her words fell, something seemed to slip from the hem of her clothing and drop into the puddle at her feet.
Yuzuri Nana froze. She looked down.
It was a paper crane.
On the back of this paper crane was a scorched mark, like a bullet hole. It lay quietly in the puddle, yet hadn't absorbed a single drop of water.
This...
Yuzuri Nana bent down, picked up the paper crane from the water, and held it in her palm. A look of surprise appeared in her eyes.
When did this paper crane hide in her clothes? She didn't remember putting a paper crane in her pocket when she left home.
No, wait...
After arriving in Osaka, she had changed clothes several times already. It wasn't her who put this paper crane in her clothes... it was this paper crane itself that had quietly hidden itself on her person.