# 660
Chapter 661: New "Ogre"
"I don't believe in any god. I only believe in the blade in my hands."
These words, spoken by Lin Qiye under the night sky that evening, suddenly surfaced in Yuzuri Nana's mind.
She lowered her head, gazing at the Thousand Cranes in her arms, falling silent for a long moment before slowly wrapping her fingers around the blade's hilt...
Perhaps even she hadn't realized that when the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy spoke those words, an answer had already formed in the depths of her heart.
Gods were虚无缥缈—illusory and intangible.
Only the people who stayed by her side were real.
Grandma Crane, Brother Qiye, Uncle Kyosuke, Brother Amemiya, Brother Little Jin... If they all represented "evil," then why should she pursue this hollow "good"?
What was so wrong about being an "evil person"?
In this moment, the blood and defiance hidden deep within her erupted like a fire catching in dry kindling, blazing fiercely.
"Grandma Crane..." Yuzuri Nana gripped the hilt, slowly closing her eyes, murmuring in a voice only she could hear, "Please help us..."
In the rain,
this snow-white blade,
silently unsheathed.
BOOM—!!
A hurricane exploded outward from Yuzuri Nana's center. Her black hair danced wildly in the wind as her clear, bright eyes fixed tightly on the blade in her hands. As the snow-white blade was drawn, paper cranes began flying out from the sheath!
These paper cranes seemed endless, circling around Yuzuri Nana before rapidly coalescing into human forms!
A moment later, an elderly woman surrounded by paper cranes stood quietly before Yuzuri Nana. She wore an old gray kimono, wooden sandals on her feet, and her silver hair swayed gently in the wind.
Thousand Cranes blade spirit—Grandma Crane.
At this moment, Yuzuri Nana felt as though a connection had formed between this blade and herself. She could clearly sense the blade's emotions and thoughts, as if linked at the deepest level of her soul.
She had become the master of this Magatsu Blade.
"Grandma Crane." Yuzuri Nana gazed at that familiar back and couldn't help but call out softly.
Grandma Crane, surrounded by paper cranes, turned around. A bitter smile appeared on her aged face. "Little Yuzuri, all these years, your father and I worked hard to keep you away from this whirlpool, hoping you'd grow up safely like an ordinary child. But who would've thought... in the end, you'd still walk this path."
Yuzuri Nana opened her mouth, about to speak, guilt evident in her expression. "I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize, Little Yuzuri." Grandma Crane walked to her side, stroking her head, and spoke gently, "You're a good child. You've done nothing wrong. They're the ones at fault..."
Grandma Crane turned to look at the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy. A killing intent as thick as blood emerged in her clouded eyes. She slowly said, "Since you've chosen this path, Grandmother will protect you. I won't let anyone欺负你 again..."
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy witnessed this scene with his eyes turning cold. His previously lofty, detached demeanor vanished, replaced by an indescribable rage!
This thirteen-year-old girl actually dared to defy his will? In front of him, she had become the master of the Magatsu Blade?!
In the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's left eye, that ring of light rapidly locked onto Yuzuri Nana and contracted slightly, recording her features. An electronic voice rang in his mind:
"Fourth Magatsu Blade energy fluctuation detected. Comparing energy signatures... Confirmed as one of the Nine Magatsu Blades, Thousand Cranes.
Blade master identity verification in progress... Identity confirmed. Fourth generation civilian registration #42857494, Yuzuri Nana.
Identity locked. Designated as 'Ogre' level wanted criminal. Uploading photograph. Wanted poster generating..."
After the AI's voice finished, every electronic screen in Osaka simultaneously flickered!
A brand-new wanted poster appeared.
At the center of the screen, a petite girl was drawing her blade in the rain. Her disheveled black hair was soaked by the rain, swaying gently in the wind. Those clear eyes revealed a maturity and resolve that no child her age should possess. Around her, paper cranes circled in the rain.
Around the poster's edges, bright red alert bands glowed, filled with the word "Evil Person" flashing repeatedly, illuminating a corner of the dark night sky.
"Evil Person: Yuzuri Nana, 'Ogre' Level Wanted Criminal. Reward: ¥10,000,000. Informant Reward: ¥1,000,000..."
Around the large screens on the streets, passersby all noticed this new wanted poster. They seemed shocked by the girl's age, stopping in their tracks one after another, pointing and murmuring at the poster.
"She looks so young! She's just a child, isn't she?"
"She looks barely twelve or thirteen. So young, how did she become an 'Ogre' level criminal?"
"I don't know. What did she do?"
"It must be something serious, otherwise she wouldn't be classified as an 'Ogre.' She might be a seemingly delicate extreme terrorist!"
"How scary..."
"God, please protect me. Don't let me encounter her. I don't want to die..."
"Don't say that. If you can find her location and report it, you can get a huge reward!"
"..."
Dotonbori.
After uploading the information, the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy slightly hunched his body, then stomped hard on the ground. His form shot forward like lightning toward Yuzuri Nana as several dazzling rings of light erupted from his palms, tearing through the漆黑 night and racing forward!
Amemiya Haruki's figure appeared in the rain, raising his blade to block before Yuzuri Nana. Fine streams of rainwater sliced out, deflecting those rings of light!
He turned his pale face slightly, saying to Grandma Crane, "I can't hold on much longer. Can you handle clearing the civilians in the area?"
Grandma Crane squinted at the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy. After a moment, she shook her head slightly. "Leave it to me."
She slowly raised both hands, her form dissolving into numerous paper cranes that scattered in all directions. An endless sea of paper cranes flooded the entire street, spreading like wildfire to the surroundings!
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy stood in the sea of paper cranes rushing past him, looking back. Those paper cranes had flown to every civilian kneeling on the ground behind him, gently pecking their foreheads with their beaks, leaving a spot of crimson.
Those pecked by the crane beaks rolled their eyes back, collapsing unconscious to the ground.
Without consciousness, there were no "fears" to be felt. The materials the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy could use to create his physical bodies were rapidly diminishing!
And this sea of paper cranes had completely covered a ten-kilometer radius. They searched every corner, pecking pedestrians unconscious one after another at alarming speed!
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's expression grew dark. Just as he was about to intervene, his vision blurred. The white-haired Amemiya Haruki, wielding Rainfall Collapse, slashed at his body once more!
"This time, you won't escape!"