Chapter 24

Kill him, kill him.

The blood, the chunks of flesh, it was truly beautiful.

Battlefield Haru tried to struggle and break free from the person restraining her from behind.

But as that person placed their palm on her abdomen, a warm current gradually flowed from their palm into her body, spreading and gradually calming the turmoil within her.

The feeling was like being embraced by her long-dead mother, so peaceful, so tranquil.

Thus, Battlefield Haru slowly calmed down.

Gradually, gradually, as the pure yang energy continuously entered Battlefield Haru's body, it soothed the raging hormones within her. Battlefield Haru finally stopped struggling and became calm.

"Have you calmed down?" Aoba asked.

"Yes, I am very grateful for your help," the now calm Battlefield Haru said, still feeling a lingering fear.

She was very clear about how dangerous her state had been, as if the monster within her had been completely unleashed. If Aoba hadn't intervened, she might have already rushed out of this abandoned building and started killing people on the street.

Even more terrifying was the thought of her sister, who was still unconscious nearby. If she couldn't control her impulses and attacked her sister, the mere thought of it made Battlefield Haru break out in a cold sweat.

"It's good that you've calmed down," Aoba nodded, removing his hand from her abdomen and letting go of her hands, completely releasing her.

Feeling Aoba's hand leave her abdomen, Battlefield Haru felt a fleeting sense of reluctance, but she quickly composed herself and stepped away from Aoba's embrace.

Then she saw the gruesome scene she had created.

Two yakuza, cut in half at the waist, were not yet dead but could no longer scream, only moaning softly, "Kill me, please, kill me!"

As for Morikawa, who had been cut into pieces, his vitality was stronger than the two yakuza. He was still howling loudly, but his voice was gradually weakening due to blood loss.

As for Shallow Well Jiro, who had narrowly escaped being cut, he was so frightened that he wet his pants and was trembling, hugging his head.

Seeing this scene, the emotions that had just calmed down in Battlefield Haru began to ripple again, and the katana in her hand started to tremble once more.

It was so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful, the bright red blood, the pink flesh, and the entrails scattered on the ground.

To Battlefield Haru, this cruel scene, which seemed like hell, was as beautiful as heaven.

She wanted, so much, to continue admiring it. So, Battlefield Haru turned her gaze to the last living person, Shallow Well Jiro.

Cut off his limbs, listen to his screams.

No, no, I must be calm, I can't lose my mind again, I have to control myself.

Battlefield Haru, tightly gripping the katana, struggled with herself, her inner conflict raging.

At that moment, Aoba's voice sounded in her ear.

"Everyone has strange hobbies and different desires, so liking killing isn't wrong. I was once obsessed with killing for a while, but what you're wrong about is letting killing control you," Aoba said, looking at the black-haired, snow-skinned girl before him.

Aoba could naturally sense Battlefield Haru's inner struggle, but he had no good solution. Some things can only be resolved by oneself; others can only offer limited help.

"I don't want to be like this, but I can't control myself," Battlefield Haru said, taking a deep breath.

"Then don't try to control it, but practice moderation," Aoba replied.

"Moderation?" Battlefield Haru was puzzled.

"Yes, follow your heart, do what you want, but be mindful of moderation. Blocking is not as effective as guiding. As long as you guide it in the right direction, you'll be fine," Aoba continued.

"Follow my heart?" The katana in Battlefield Haru's hand stopped trembling.

"Exactly, what do you most want to do right now?" Aoba asked.

"I want to cut off his limbs and watch him scream until he dies," Battlefield Haru pointed at Shallow Well Jiro with her katana, a beautiful, heart-stirring smile blooming on her cold, icy face.

"Alright, but you must practice moderation!" Aoba nodded.

"How do I practice moderation?" Battlefield Haru asked.

"You can cut off his limbs, but don't watch him scream until he dies. Instead, wait a moment and then cut off his head to put him out of his misery. This is moderation—satisfying your desire while also controlling it. Only then can you hope to control your desires," Aoba explained.

"I understand, I'll cut off his limbs first," Battlefield Haru understood Aoba's meaning and stepped towards Shallow Well Jiro.

"Wait a moment," Aoba called out to her.

"What?" Battlefield Haru turned to look at him, her beautiful face as exquisite as a doll, and no one would have guessed the cruel heart hidden within such a delicate body.

"Kill them first, to put them out of their misery," Aoba pointed to the two nearly dead yakuza and the equally weakening Morikawa.

Battlefield Haru stood in silence for a moment, then nodded and walked to the two yakuza, cutting off their heads with one stroke.

Then she walked to Morikawa and cut off his head, completely killing the three and ending their suffering.

"Good, that's it, that's moderation. You can follow your desires, but you must not lose to them, and you must not be controlled by them," Aoba nodded.

"I understand, I will be mindful of moderation," Battlefield Haru said as she walked towards Shallow Well Jiro.

Then she swung her katana, and with four consecutive thuds, accompanied by Shallow Well Jiro's screams, his limbs were severed.

Watching Shallow Well Jiro rolling on the ground, Battlefield Haru's face flushed again, a smile on her lips as she looked at the scene as if admiring a beautiful woman.

Aoba slowly approached, standing beside Battlefield Haru, looking at Shallow Well Jiro rolling on the ground and then at Battlefield Haru.

"It's time to act," Aoba said calmly.

"No, let me admire it a little longer," Battlefield Haru said with a smile.

Aoba shook his head, reaching out to Battlefield Haru and saying, "Give me the sword."

"What are you going to do?" Battlefield Haru took a step back, on guard.

"End his suffering, kill him," Aoba said.

"No," Battlefield Haru struggled, but finally said.

Aoba frowned and stepped towards Battlefield Haru.

Kill him, kill him, there will be fresh blood and flesh to admire. A voice in Battlefield Haru's mind kept repeating, and Aoba's demand for her katana only heightened her agitation.

So, Battlefield Haru moved, swinging her katana at Aoba again.