I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 115: Can you still call them young if they don’t have vigor?

Chapter 115: Can you still call them young if they don’t have vigor?

In the Buddhist temple, Fujiwara Reya closed in on Tsuchiya Kazuma step by step.

"New boss?" he asked mockingly.

Tsuchiya Kazuma clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms: "What advice do you have?"

Endure!

Endure a little longer!

Once the police arrive, he won’t be able to run wild.

"Advice I dare not give, I’m just here to settle a score." Fujiwara Reya cracked his knuckles, smiling as he looked around: "During the Golden Week, my Asakusa Shrine was razed to the ground in one night, not a single wall was left standing. Who among you did it? Dare to confess?"

Even though he was smiling, everyone inside felt a chill.

Kitahara Takashi, hiding outside, felt his heart stir slightly.

Growing up on construction sites, he naturally could tell that the final worship hall of the Asakusa Shrine had been forcibly knocked down by machinery. He was puzzled at the time, wondering who dared to touch something that belonged to Master Fujiwara. Now he finally understood.

"No one dares to admit it?"

Fujiwara Reya walked past one bald head after another.

Everyone he looked at instinctively lowered their gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.

Especially Hiraki Noriaki, who didn’t dare to lift his head from start to finish.

"The Extreme Path, really isn’t worth anything, it must be eradicated, absolutely must be eradicated." Fujiwara Reya walked to a bench, dragging it with his hand as he said, "Imagine, you’re in a good mood heading to a leisure establishment, having drinks and a bath, you come home to find your house is gone! So, a life without the Extreme Path is a good life!"

The bald heads who heard this couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed.

Kawashima Miki covered her mouth, trying so hard to hold back her laughter that her stomach hurt.

No matter the misdeeds Fujiwara Reya had done to her, his actions now really made her feel vindicated.

"You people are really parasites." Fujiwara Reya dragged the bench in a circle, and when no one stepped up to confess, he simply smashed it down with a bang and sat down atop it with his leg crossed, "I’ll give you a chance, come up here and fight me."

Still, no one made a sound.

Fujiwara Reya sat there, as if confronting the entire world, scanning the surroundings with a cold gaze.

"I am fortunate to be alive to collect this debt from you," he said in a calm tone, then after a moment added with a smile, "but some people aren’t so lucky and I must collect on their behalf."

In the chaos of the Buddhist temple, his words bewildered many. They could only guess roughly that a friend or relative of his had met a cruel fate.

Only Kitahara Takashi, standing at the doorway, felt his eyes grow moist suddenly.

He directly fell to his knees, bowing slowly to Fujiwara Reya: "Master, please seek justice for my brother."

His words prompted many guests to recall the events behind the scenes, exchanging glances or whispering to those beside them.

The members of the Black Spider Group certainly didn’t want outsiders discussing this topic. Tsuchiya Kazuma moved in front of Fujiwara Reya, shouting: "That’s enough, Fujiwara Reya, you’ve caused enough trouble today! You’ve vented enough, so leave immediately, or don’t blame me for being rude!"

Fujiwara Reya leaned back against the chair, looking at him with disdain as he pronounced slowly: "What are you people, really?"

"How dare you!" Tsuchiya Kazuma’s face turned red with anger.

"Get out of the way, I’ll deal with you later." Fujiwara Reya stood up, walked over to Kawashima Miki and pulled her up, asking in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Who is it?"

"..."

Kawashima Miki didn’t want to answer the question at all.

But faced with the current situation, where everyone seemed to believe she was in cahoots with Fujiwara Reya, she felt she had no choice but to rely on him for the moment.

In her dilemma, she unintentionally glanced at Hiraki Noriaki, a subtle action that Fujiwara Reya caught. His eyes then also swept over to Hiraki Noriaki, a sardonic smile appearing on his face.

Seeing his reaction, Kawashima Miki barely suppressed a snort.

At least I’m not the one who said it... giving herself a justification, she quietly added in an almost inaudible voice, "That guy has bad intentions towards me."

"Understood!"

Fujiwara Reya nodded.

Then, he dragged the bench and made his way towards Hiraki Noriaki, his gaze icy.

"What, what do you plan to do..." Hiraki Niro staggered back in fright.

Tsuchiya Kazuma shouted: "Don’t go too far!"

Things had escalated to this point. If Fujiwara Reya beat up Hiraki Niro, what authority would he, the newly appointed leader, have left?

But at that moment, a cold smile spread across Fujiwara Reya’s lips.

In the next instant, in a time frame too short for anyone to react, his figure ghostly appeared in front of Hiraki Niro.

The chair was lifted high and swung down with force.

In the sound of a howling wind, Hiraki Niro only had time to block briefly with his hand.

"Bang~"

With a resounding crash, wood splinters flew through the air.

Hiraki Niro’s body fell to the ground, crawling backward in fright. Fujiwara Reya pressed in, stomping heavily on his knee.

"Crack."

One leg twisted and deformed, the pallid bones breaking through the skin. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Ah——"

Hiraki Niro screamed, rolling in a pool of blood.

Tsuchiya Kazuma’s face twisted with rage, yelled: "Get him, what are you waiting for, take him down!"

The scene instantly turned chaotic, with some people lunging at Fujiwara Reya, while others screamed and ran away, all the sounds mixing with Hiraki Niro’s cries of agony into an ear-splitting cacophony.

"Amitabha~"

The monk, who had long since taken cover to one side, thought today’s earnings might be lost, his life preservation was urgent.

"How reckless!"

"A huge reward for anyone who takes him down first!"

With Tsuchiya Kazuma’s roar, more bald heads came rushing in from all directions. After all, this was their lair and they could endlessly replenish manpower.

More and more footsteps gathered.

Among them, even the sound of "clang clang clang" as katanas unsheathed could be heard.

Seven or eight flashes of bright blade gleams flashed by. Kasahara Fumi frowned, rubbing her temples as if in pain: "Seriously, this guy’s gone out of control..."

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