Grasping the hilt of his sword, the restless Flying God finally calmed down.
A familiar power filled his body.
He took a few deep breaths, and the turbid air rushed out of his nostrils. This strong breathing ability was completely different from his frail appearance.
Although he had just woken up, his chest was rising and falling like a warrior. It was obvious that Flying God's current body was far stronger than an ordinary person's. It would be an exaggeration to say that he could kill a cow with one punch, but it wouldn't be a problem for him to kill an adult.
Flying God's pupil changes and breathing rate were all recorded in the base's surveillance system. All of this information had to be analyzed by professionals to analyze Flying God's mental state from his body movements.
Increasing breathing rate meant that he was nervous, and moving his eyes revealed how unsettled he was. Flying God's muscles had only shrunk slightly after being unconscious for a long time. However, it was impossible to detect his shrunken muscles without using the most sophisticated equipment.
Supernatural existences were terrifying bombs, and their emotions were the fuse of the bombs. Not every supernatural existence was as' obedient 'as Moribe Takeo.
Otherwise, the destruction in the base was still fresh in their minds. What kind of tragedy could happen if a supernatural went berserk?
"Kamari-san, do you still remember what happened before you fainted?"
Flying God adjusted his eyeglasses and squinted as if he was thinking about what happened before he fainted. "I remember clearly. I fought with poor Takahashi and was … defeated, which is why I fainted until now?
That's right, right? "
Flying God said the last sentence in a slightly doubtful tone. When someone fainted due to an external force, they wouldn't even remember a few minutes before the incident. Flying God really wanted to know how long he had been unconscious for.
"Yes, you've already fainted …"
In the bright room, the shadows of objects on the ground were illuminated by the light. The darkness was extremely clear.
Shadows were the most common object that humans interacted with, but they were also the most indescribable. As long as there was light, there would definitely be shadows created by other objects.
Shadows, dreams, and death. These three things seemed to always be connected to each other. They were attracted to each other and had the same attribute.
"Wait a moment!"
Flying God suddenly realized something and shouted as he looked at the shadows on the ground. "I have an important clue regarding poor Takahashi's ability!
Apart from feathers, there's also shadows! "
The recording staff raised his head and nodded heavily.
After listening to Flying Kamihara's explanation, the experts in the base looked at each other, dumbfounded.
A few experts rubbed their heads. These supernatural beings, please give some face to Earth's science. What's with all these messy abilities?
"After Takahashi's poor shadow is connected to others, he can control their movements."
One of the experts immediately turned to a piece of information in Takahashi's pitiful file, Blessed Land 7.
"Blessed Land Nanase, Poor Takahashi's classmate. He's also the culprit behind Poor Takahashi's bullying at school. There's a handprint of his own strangulation on his body. The initial judgment was that Poor Takahashi used an illusion to control him to commit suicide."
"From the looks of it, it's not an illusion. It's a pitiful Takahashi using his shadow to control Blessed Land Nanase. Using his shadow to connect with his shadow to control it. Such a magical thing can also be done."
The amazed expert knocked his palm. "So, the teleportation that poor Takahashi once showed may have been with the help of the shadow …"
The group of experts let their imaginations run wild as they analyzed Poor Takahashi's abilities.
This was an ability that no one could have imagined. Flying Kamihara, who didn't know about it, completely countered Flying Kamihara. In the corridor that he thought was his home field, he was caught off guard and collided with Poor Takahashi. He was viciously tricked by Poor Takahashi's shadow.
The group of experts was left scratching their heads. Grabbing the neatly placed Demon Blade, a smile appeared on Kamihara's face once again.
The instant his palm touched the hilt of the sword, blood vessels surged out of his right arm, and a frightening Sword Will exploded.
Flying Kamihara's eyes widened as he held the Demon Blade, and he poured all of his strength into his palm.
"Lord Divine Blade."
[Brat, I thought you were already dead. Tsk.]
[Your abilities aren't good, but you're quite lucky.]
Flying Kamihara didn't care about Divine Blade's seemingly hidden mockery. Everything he enjoyed now came from Divine Blade. So, no matter how much he was mocked, it was fine as long as he could maintain his status.
"I'll do my best to survive, Lord Divine Blade." Flying Kamihara revealed a straightforward smile.
A long stream of sword energy shot out from Kamihara's body and sliced through the ground. It exploded on a target that was dozens of meters away, and the target made of rocks exploded into pieces and scattered all over the ground.
Flying Kamihara adjusted his eyeglasses in satisfaction as dust filled the air.
…
Kyoto region, Kyoto government office.
Under the clear sky, Moribe Takeo stood on the streets of Kyoto.
It was as if his ordinary face was under a spell. It didn't have any special features that would make him shine on television. After he put on his black eyeglasses, he wouldn't be recognized even if he walked on the streets. If someone could recognize him, Moribe Takeo would be secretly delighted and sign autographs for them.
After returning from the Inari Shrine in the Fushimi District, Takeo's heart was beating like a drum. The countless foxes in the Inari Taisha Shrine dazzled him, and his mind was filled with injustice. The pointy faces were like his deepest nightmare.
Takeo didn't even know what kind of mentality he had when he came here. Was it out of respect for the fox demon, or was it because of the investigation on Mount Fuji? His power came from the fox demon, and so did his status and wealth. He was bound to the fox demon.
Although the fox demon hadn't done anything harmful to humans so far, Moribe Takeo felt like the chains of death were tightly wrapped around him and the people around him when he thought about the origin of this power — the fox demon's main body that was sealed in Mount Fuji.
There were people who tied bombs around their bodies to threaten innocent bystanders, but Takeo would rather detonate the bombs on his body in a place where no one was around.
People came and went, rubbing shoulders with one another. No one noticed the complicated feelings in Shoubu Takeo's heart. It was so complicated that it almost burned him to ashes.
After walking for a long time, Takeo raised his head and found that he had walked into the residential area.
There were not many pedestrians in the residential area. There were also small farmlands between the houses, where fruits and vegetables were planted. In this sense, the Island nation people and the Chinese people had a little in common in the field.
"Damn it, damn it."
A man carrying something was walking on the street, swearing. If it weren't for Moribe Takeo's quick reaction, he would have bumped into him.
But even so, the man on the opposite side seemed to be frightened. He turned his head and cursed at Takeo, and then continued to walk forward.
Frowning, Takeo didn't go forward to argue with him. He was not a person who was willing to quarrel with others, not to mention now that he was in a high position. If he quarreled with others, it would not be a good thing for the other party.
There were such grumpy guys everywhere, and most of their anger and grumpiness came from their own incompetence.