Chapter 26

After sending Hachikuji Mayoi, the younger sister of Hachikuji Matoi, back home and making sure the still unconscious Hachikuji Mayoi was sleeping in her own room, Aoba left with Hachikuji Matoi, who had changed her clothes. Even as the sky had completely darkened, the sight of Hachikuji Matoi, whose black stockings and short skirt revealed her absolute territory, still attracted the attention of countless people, making the surroundings seem much brighter.

Under Hachikuji Matoi's guidance, the two passed through the noisy shopping street at dusk, then through two major roads, and arrived on a relatively quiet street. The Tsuda-gumi was located on this street.

In Japan, the yakuza is legal, and they even have their own offices, much like regular companies. The second floor of the building in front of them was the headquarters of the Tsuda-gumi. A sign protruded from the second floor, bearing the large characters "Tsuda-gumi."

However, since the yakuza is still the yakuza, people passing by hurriedly tried to avoid drawing attention from those inside. This also reduced the attention people on the street paid to Hachikuji Matoi.

Thus, Aoba and Hachikuji Matoi were able to enter the stairwell unnoticed and head for the second floor. On the second floor, the same "Tsuda-gumi" characters were posted. Standing outside the main door, Hachikuji Matoi looked at Aoba.

Aoba nodded encouragingly, and Hachikuji Matoi kicked the door open with a loud bang.

"Who's there?" The many yakuza members who had been lounging inside jumped to their feet, each one grabbing weapons, such as katana and machetes, from under their desks.

However, when they saw a boy and a girl walk in, the yakuza members looked at each other in confusion, unsure of what to do. The scene before them was beyond their imagination. They had thought it was an enemy gang coming to seek revenge, but it turned out to be two young people. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't understand why two young civilians would come to kick in the yakuza's door.

"Who are you?" A yakuza member who seemed to have some status asked in a deep voice. The situation was so bizarre that it made him instinctively cautious.

Aoba and Hachikuji Matoi exchanged a glance. Hachikuji Matoi was still unfamiliar with such a scene and didn't know what to say for a moment. However, her hand holding the sword was trembling with excitement.

Only Aoba seemed at ease in this situation. He smiled calmly and said, as if he were just visiting a neighbor, "We're here to kill you."

"What did you say?" The yakuza member with some status thought he had heard wrong and asked again.

"I said we're here to kill you," Aoba kindly repeated.

"Bastards!" The yakuza members erupted in anger.

The yakuza member closest to Aoba and Hachikuji Matoi was the first to attack, swinging his weapon at Aoba.

Aoba stood there motionless, a calm smile on his face, but to others, he looked like he was scared stiff. However, just as the weapon was about to hit his shoulder, Aoba moved. He reached out with one hand and grabbed the yakuza member's weapon with precision. With a slight effort, he wrested the weapon from the yakuza member's hand.

In a swift motion, he swung the weapon, and with a splash of blood, the yakuza member's head rolled to the ground.

This scene instantly shocked the other yakuza members. While there were conflicts among yakuza, deaths were rare, and it was even rarer for someone to start with a killing blow.

At the same time Aoba moved, Hachikuji Matoi also acted. She had been eager to fight and, with a swift draw, rushed towards the nearest yakuza member. Before the yakuza member could react, she slashed at him.

Hachikuji Matoi restrained herself from cutting off his hands and slowly torturing him, following Aoba's advice to control her desires and also realizing there were too many enemies to play with. She aimed her katana at his neck.

Years of kendo practice and the yakuza member's lack of preparation allowed Hachikuji Matoi to successfully hit his neck, slicing off his head with a splash of blood.

Only then did the people in the room react.

"Daigoro!" "Koburo!"

The yakuza members called out the names of the two dead men, looking at Aoba and Hachikuji Matoi with fear. In that instant, two out of the seven yakuza members in the room were killed, leaving only five. How could they not be terrified?

"Kill them!" The yakuza member with some status finally reacted and gave the order.

"Yes, boss!" The remaining four obeyed, raising their various weapons and charging at the two.

Facing the charging yakuza members, Aoba remained calm, clearly not taking them seriously. However, Hachikuji Matoi tightened her grip on her sword, staring intently at the approaching enemies.

Although she had already killed a few people, this was her first time truly fighting with armed enemies. The previous one she had killed by surprise didn't count. So, it was natural for her to feel nervous.

However, along with the nervousness, Hachikuji Matoi felt more excitement. The thrill of life-and-death combat was more exhilarating than mere torture, and her eyes, though serious, were filled with excitement.

Thus, with a radiant smile, Hachikuji Matoi didn't wait for the enemies to charge but rushed at them first. Her katana clashed with the yakuza member's machete with a metallic sound.

Feeling the impact of the clash and the thrill of the potential for being cut, Hachikuji Matoi's smile grew wider, her face flushed, and the underwear she had just changed into was instantly soaked.

Clang, clang, clang, the swords clashed repeatedly, and the yakuza member was forced to defend himself, unable to counterattack. Finally, with a moment of carelessness, a slash across his chest left a deep, bone-deep wound.

As he screamed in pain, another slash across his throat ended his life. In his final moments, the last thing he saw was Hachikuji Matoi's smile, and his last thought was, "What a beautiful smile."

Indeed, it was a beautiful smile. The ice queen had revealed such a radiant smile, but the price to see it was too high—his life.