It's over.
Is it really over like this?
The unexpected result left Kuroro, Shalnark, and Pakunoda momentarily frozen in place.
Piling up a trash mountain several dozen meters high is definitely not a good place, but the three took turns using a single telescope, yet none of them mentioned leaving.
"That Bolton, and... Elder Ilya, are just dead like that?"
Shalnark swallowed hard, regaining composure as he looked at the youth beside him and said, "Kuroro, Street Four is about to change!"
Kuroro remained silent, his intention was to incite tiger to devour wolf, helping Boss Berus expand territory, but... he would never have imagined that the missionary, priest... was neither "tiger" nor "wolf", but a dragon as described in "Sweeper Brigade" capable of surrounding a city with a curl of its tail!
"What is certain is that as long as he is around, even if Boss Berus wants to extend his hand here, without his consent, it wouldn't be possible."
Pakunoda said profoundly: "At least... in terms of strength, he is far more formidable than we imagined!"
"That's not a power humans can possess." Kuroro, silent, watched through the telescope towards the boy priest, a casual glance made him immediately remove the telescope, his feelings like a roller coaster, fluctuating.
He said: "That sword, that explosion, including Elder Ilya's suspected 'directional pulling' ability... are actions beyond what normal humans can do..."
"It's 'Nen'!" Pakunoda with a serious expression said: "It's something called 'Nen'."
"Similar to 'magic' in 'Sweeper Brigade'?" Shalnark's eyes gleamed, staring intently at Pakunoda.
The girl noticed Kuroro also looked over and shook her head: "I don't know about that."
Pakunoda hugged her arms, unconsciously making her ample chest spill over, recalling carefully: "I heard from Miss Renko at the church... She was sewing up Little Mary's body without using a needle or thread, and it was perfectly sewn. Out of curiosity, I asked her about it, and she told me this at the time."
"Miss Renko... didn't you ask if you could learn? Superpowers..."
"Shalnark!" Kuroro cast a glance stopping Shalnark's words, turned deeply towards Pakunoda and said: "Pakunoda, don't talk about these things outside in the future."
The more you know in Meteor Street, the deeper you are involved, the closer you are... to death...
"Okay." Pakunoda nodded solemnly.
The youth said: "Let's go."
Shalnark rose to follow: "Where to?"
Kuroro squinted towards the grey-white church with a wall broken open: "There!"
Shalnark and Pakunoda were both taken aback, "He's fiercer than Bolton!"
"Yes, so if he wants to kill us, do you think we can escape, or could Boss Berus protect us?" Kuroro calmly said: "He's already spotted us, not explaining to him could lead to misunderstandings....."
The consequences, the youth ceased to elaborate, but both Shalnark and Pakunoda fell into silence....
Weak falling prey to the strong, the law of the jungle, the weak never have autonomy, since they were discovered "spying", the young spiders, whether it's the trio including Kuroro or the usual reckless Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Machi group, daren't gamble on the "mighty one's" breadth of heart. As Boss Berus said... for those strong ones, the less they care, the more disdainful they are, it's luck for us ants. Conversely... when they care, it's a nightmare for us ants.
So...
Kuroro took a deep breath: "He can pretend not to see, but we cannot leave without explaining."
He descended the trash mountain first.
"Pakunoda, what about you?"
Me? Pakunoda answered Shalnark with action, stepping forward to follow Kuroro.
Shalnark: "..."
He gritted his teeth and followed.
"Step... step...."
Footsteps sounded....
With the final "boom~"
Haseki Dorou's fiery hand blade pierced through the heart of the last man in black....
The youth's white hair wrapped in thick bloody air, standing at the church's open doors like an asura, admiring his "achievements"... scattered limbs and blood everywhere, then his ears perked up as he lowered his gaze....
It's close now, the trio led by Kuroro halted their steps, holding their breath!
"Seeing" incorporates angle, distance, senses... distant observation via telescope is far inferior to close-range "smelling" and "seeing" deeply and strongly.
The pungent smell of blood drilled directly into the nasal cavity, and the pools of blood converged at their feet, suspending various human tissues, outlining a hellish scene, paired with the spire church symbolizing "sacredness" close by,
Shalnark suddenly regretted coming with Kuroro, his legs not listening to him, trembling, and he... typically isn't timid, capable of fighting Uvogin for a lousy game console, even though he'd always end up beaten black and blue.
"What do you want?" Three concise words burst from Haseki Dorou's mouth.
Pakunoda involuntarily clutched Kuroro's arm, the usually calm Kuroro was suddenly overwhelmed by Haseki Dorou's killer aura and intense bloodlust, and was momentarily speechless.
Just then, an easy voice drifted from inside the hall: "Dorou, let them in."
Haseki Dorou wiped the blood off his face, respectfully acknowledging, then glanced at the three before turning into the church.
"Kuroro...." Pakunoda and Shalnark looked on apprehensively....
The youth stepped onto blood that began solidifying, and after a moment's silence, softly said: "Let's go."