# 665
Chapter 666: King's Blood
Only the master of the Magatsu Blade can draw the Magatsu Blade—this was what Amemiya Haruki had told Lin Qiye.
And indeed, that was the truth.
Lin Qiye stared at the unsheathed Black Rope in his hand, feeling somewhat dazed.
Did this mean... he had become the master of the Black Rope?
Just like that?
For some reason, at this moment, Lin Qiye suddenly felt like "this sword is way too casual about its master..."
After sheathing the Black Rope, Lin Qiye accepted the Illusory Pupil from Uncle Kyosuke. He cleared his throat lightly and placed his palm on the hilt...
Uncle Kyosuke appeared calm and composed on the surface, but in his heart, he was already panicking. He stared intently at the Illusory Pupil in Lin Qiye's hand, discreetly swallowing hard.
Lin Qiye's palm pressed down.
Clang—!!
The Illusory Pupil was also drawn half an inch out of its sheath.
Lin Qiye froze.
Uncle Kyosuke froze.
The sword spirit Little Jin also froze.
"Um..." Lin Qiye spoke with some uncertainty. "Did I pull too fast? Maybe it didn't react in time? Should I try drawing it again?"
Lin Qiye reinserted the Illusory Pupil into its sheath. After contemplating for two seconds, he drew it again!
Clang—!
The blade slid out of the sheath without any resistance, smooth as silk.
Lin Qiye: ...
The way Uncle Kyosuke looked at Lin Qiye had completely changed. He glanced at the two unsheathed blades, and unprecedented shock appeared in his eyes:
"King's blood? How can you also have King's blood?"
If he had only drawn one Magatsu Blade, the reason could be attributed to the Black Rope's sword spirit being too indiscriminate in choosing its master. But drawing two blades consecutively was an entirely different matter.
The sword spirits of the Magatsu Blades were all extremely proud. It was impossible for two blades to serve the same master—unless the person drawing them possessed King's blood.
Confusion clouded Lin Qiye's eyes.
How did he have King's blood?
Could he have some blood relation with Yuzuri Kurotetsu?
Impossible! Both his parents were native Great Xia citizens, and Japan had fallen into the迷雾 over a century ago. There was absolutely no way Lin Qiye and Yuzuri Kurotetsu could share any blood relation.
Then where did his King's blood come from?
Lin Qiye remembered Amemiya Haruki mentioning that King's blood could be acquired after birth—at the very least, Yuzuri Kurotetsu's King's blood was obtained in such a manner... If that was the case, it meant he had also, at some point, inadvertently obtained King's blood?
What exactly was this so-called "King's blood"? Why did it grant the ability to wield all Magatsu Blades?
"Have you been to the ruins in Hokkaido?" Uncle Kyosuke seemed to have thought of something, frowning as he looked at Lin Qiye.
"No, never."
Lin Qiye shook his head decisively.
Uncle Kyosuke fell into deep thought...
He thought long and hard. Other than Lin Qiye having visited the ruins in Hokkaido, he really couldn't think of any other possibility. Resignedly, he shook his head and looked at Lin Qiye with a complicated gaze, as if looking at a monster.
"I thought you were just talented on the Playboy front, but the secrets you carry run deeper than I imagined..."
As Uncle Kyosuke spoke, he extended his palm toward Lin Qiye.
"What do you want?" Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow.
Uncle Kyosuke's mouth twitched slightly. "Give the blades back to me! I only let you try drawing them, I didn't say I'd gift them to you..."
Lin Qiye clicked his tongue, seemingly reluctant.
"...Fine." Uncle Kyosuke sighed. "Don't worry, I need these two blades for something. After I'm done, both blades are yours, deal?"
"Deal."
Lin Qiye returned the Illusory Pupil and Black Rope to Uncle Kyosuke.
Uncle Kyosuke hung both blades back at his waist. After studying Lin Qiye for a long while, as if having made some decision, he spoke slowly:
"Asahiba, there's something I'd like to ask of you..."
...
Rain pattered onto the road surface, splashing into clusters of water flowers. Amemiya Haruki lay weakly against the wall, sliding down slowly to sit.
At this moment, his white hair had returned to black, and the divine aura in his eyes was gradually fading. He sheathed the Rainfall Collapse in his hand, braced himself against the ground with both palms, and gasped heavily.
He had透支ed too much of his lifespan. After his hair turned black again, some gray had already appeared at his temples, and his complexion was haggard beyond measure.
That single strike had cleaved the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy in two, and the paper crane had knocked unconscious everyone in the surrounding area. Within this radius, there was no one the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy could teleport to...
If nothing unexpected happened, he had successfully killed the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy.
"Haruki-onii-chan."
Yuzuri Nana put away the Thousand Cranes, cradling the blade as she hurried over to Amemiya Haruki, her eyes full of worry. "Are you hurt? Should I call an ambulance..."
Before she could finish, Yuzuri Nana froze as if she had seen something.
On the display screen at the corner of the distant alley, her photo from drawing her blade was neatly placed right in the center. Bright yellow warning stripes spun around her figure, appearing especially conspicuous under the neon signs. Above her head, the word "Villain" was highlighted in red.
"[Demon] Class Wanted Criminal, Yuzuri Nana, bounty..."
Right...
At this moment, just like Amemiya Haruki, she was also a [Demon] Class wanted criminal.
If a wanted criminal called an ambulance, what would arrive would only be heavy armored vehicles and a large number of police...
Yuzuri Nana stared silently at her wanted poster in the distance, lips pressed together tightly, a wave of bitterness rising in her heart.
"I'm fine, just a bit tired." Amemiya Haruki lowered his head, speaking weakly.
Vroom—!!
A low engine rumble came from the distance. Yuzuri Nana turned her head to look—see a black sedan speeding toward them from the end of the street. The bright headlights pierced through the dark night, making Yuzuri Nana squint.
Instinctively, she gripped the hilt of her blade, stood up, and positioned herself in front of the fallen Amemiya Haruki, her eyes filled with determination and stubbornness.
The vehicle came to a gradual stop in front of her. Three figures stepped out of the car one after another. The moment she saw their faces, Yuzuri Nana's body trembled, and tears unconsciously gathered at the corners of her eyes.
"Qiye-onii-chan!"
Yuzuri Nana pounced into Lin Qiye's arms, hugging him tightly, her eyes red-rimmed, looking like a child who had been wronged one too many times.
Lin Qiye caught sight of the white long blade in her hand and was momentarily stunned. Then he turned to look at Uncle Kyosuke behind him. The latter wore a bitter expression on his face.
"After you guys left, Xiao Jin-gege and I were being hunted by the Oracle Envoy the whole time. Haruki-onii-chan came and got hurt... where, where did all of you go?" Yuzuri Nana buried her face in Lin Qiye's chest, speaking in a muffled voice.
Lin Qiye stroked her head and sighed deeply.
"I think... you should ask your father about these things yourself."
Yuzuri Nana froze. She slowly lifted her head, those red-rimmed eyes turning to look at Uncle Kyosuke standing not far away...