# 964
Chapter 965: Borrowing the Blade
"Then what should we do now?" Shen Qingzhu asked. "Since the 'Human Enclosure' has been destroyed, can we return directly to Great Xia?"
Lin Qiye fell silent for a moment, lowering his gaze to the Prayer Mat in his hands before shaking his head.
"There's one last thing to do..."
"Hmm?"
Baili Pangpang's eyes drifted downward through the clouds. Between the ruins of the city, a figure was clutching a white-haired youth, golden light swirling around them as they rushed toward where the group stood.
Lin Qiye looked down at the approaching figure, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"Furuhara Yoshiki?"
Without hesitation, he guided the Somersault Cloud downward, arriving in front of Furuhara Yoshiki.
"It's you?"
Upon seeing Lin Qiye, Furuhara Yoshiki froze for a moment, then wore a rather odd expression.
He clearly remembered that Lin Qiye had not only taken the White Slash from him but also snatched his Divine Concealment. Though he had later asked Amemiya Haruki to return it, he still received a solid beating that time.
Lin Qiye offered an apologetic smile, his gaze falling on the pale-faced Yuzuri Takishiro in Furuhara Yoshiki's arms. His brow furrowed.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He used the Magatsu Blade to kill the Corpse God, and his physical condition isn't looking good." Furuhara Yoshiki set aside the personal grudge for the moment and answered seriously. "Yuzuri Nana asked me to bring him to find someone named An Qingyu."
Lin Qiye turned to look at An Qingyu, who pushed up his glasses. A shadow of gray passed through his eyes as he finished analyzing Yuzuri Takishiro's condition, then gave a slight nod.
"The situation has worsened. Though it's not severe, he needs treatment as soon as possible. We can't delay any further."
An Qingyu surveyed the surroundings, pointing to an abandoned house across the street that had been vacant for over a century. "Carry him inside. I need to begin the treat... cough, the surgery."
The group carried Yuzuri Takishiro into the house and began clearing a space for An Qingyu, quickly making room on a table.
"Seven Nights Brother..." Yuzuri Takishiro lay on the table, reaching out to grasp Lin Qiye's hand as he spoke weakly.
"What is it?"
"Go find my sister... She's still waiting for you."
"Yuzuri Nana?" Lin Qiye was startled. "Where is she?"
"She became a Magatsu Blade spirit. She's over there." Yuzuri Takishiro pointed in the direction he had come from.
A blade spirit?
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye stood frozen. "How did she become a blade spirit? What happened?"
Yuzuri Takishiro recounted what had transpired. Lin Qiye fell into silence.
"...I understand."
Lin Qiye glanced at An Qingyu, who had draped on a white coat and was walking toward them. He took a deep breath and gently stroked Yuzuri Takishiro's head. "Don't worry. Brother Qingyu will heal you... I'm going to find your sister."
"Mm."
Lin Qiye walked to the door, where Baili Pangpang immediately approached.
"Seven Nights, where are you going?"
"To do the last thing." Lin Qiye gazed at the mist-shrouded sky. "The 'Human Enclosure' has been destroyed, but Takamagahara remains hidden from the world. The game that Young Wang Mian set up still needs one final move...
This move, only I can make."
Baili Pangpang scratched his head, not quite understanding, but he said, "We'll go with you."
"No need. Stay here with Qingyu." Lin Qiye shook his head. "This is very dangerous. I have the Prayer Mat for self-preservation. If I run into trouble, I can amplify the Somersault Cloud and fly back."
"...Alright."
After hesitating for a moment, Baili Pangpang finally nodded.
Lin Qiye turned back to glance at Yuzuri Takishiro on the table, then stepped outside. His crimson cloak gradually faded into the mist.
...
Mist-Shrouded Japan.
A black-gold longsword stood motionless, embedded in the shattered mountainside. A faint golden glow emanated from the blade, enveloping hundreds of meters in all directions.
Mist churned outside the light's reach, unable to penetrate even an inch. Within the radiance, Amemiya Haruki, dressed in a black kimono, sat quietly beside the blade.
Yuzuri Nana floated in the air, gazing toward the direction Yuzuri Takishiro had departed, her eyes filled with worry.
"Do you think Takishiro found Brother Qingyu?"
"He definitely will." Amemiya Haruki spoke with certainty. "He can see the mini-map of this area. Finding someone isn't difficult for him."
Yuzuri Nana's expression relaxed somewhat. She turned to look at Amemiya Haruki—his temples had turned gray, and he appeared utterly exhausted.
"Amemiya Brother, now that the 'Human Enclosure' has been destroyed, what are your plans?" she asked softly.
Amemiya Haruki sat on the mountainside, silent for a moment.
"Although the 'Human Enclosure' no longer exists, the thoughts and ideologies of those people haven't completely changed with the demise of the old order. A new world has been created, but how to guide their thinking toward the right path, what kind of new order to build—these remain difficult problems..."
Yuzuri Nana considered this carefully. "But I feel like your thinking is already quite complete, Brother Amemiya. Why not have you guide them?"
"I'm just an ordinary person who grew up in the 'Human Enclosure.' My thinking may be somewhat advanced, but it's still bound by limitations." Amemiya Haruki paused, then continued, "I want to personally witness the outside world, to see what their ideological realm looks like... Perhaps I can find an answer that suits us from that."
"You want to go to Great Xia?"
"Great Xia is definitely on the list. If possible, I want to visit other 'Human Enclosures' with the Oath Society."
"But you're no longer the master of the Magatsu Blade. Traveling alone outside is too dangerous."
Amemiya Haruki smiled, turning to look at a puddle beside him. Patters of rain fell onto the water's surface, creating ripples. In the reflection, a figure in white robes and white hair held an umbrella, overlapping with Amemiya Haruki's silhouette.
"Luckily, my old friend has nowhere else to go either. He'll accompany me."
Yuzuri Nana blinked, about to say something when her eyes suddenly sharpened. She turned to look in a certain direction.
The churning mist outside the light's boundary suddenly froze. At the same time, the scattered raindrops in the sky seemed to crystallize, suspended motionless in mid-air. The flow of time around them had slowed to a crawl.
From the depths of the hazy mist, two figures emerged from the ruins of the shattered city.
One wore a deep gray cloak, white-haired, with a longsword at his waist and deeply contemplative eyes.
The other wore a light blue cloak, a sword case on his back, radiating a faint monarch's authority, with sharp, resolute gaze.
They passed through the sluggish time, stepped onto the broken mountainside, and slowly approached the black-gold blade on the mountain.
"Is that them?" Upon seeing the two, Amemiya Haruki was slightly taken aback. M..
Wu Xiangnan passed through the golden light at the blade's edge, hands clasped in a fist at his chest. He spoke politely to the two before him:
"Wu Xiangnan of Great Xia's Blue Rain Squad, here to borrow the blade."