Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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Putting down his phone, Wu Fengshui looked at Ye Dou walking towards him and his breath caught in his throat.

Having survived a bloody battle, his aura was extremely grim.

You can smell a pungent, bloody odor with every breath.

"...What do you want to do!"

She thought that Yato wasn't satisfied with just taking down Horio, and that he wanted to continue targeting her.

He instinctively drew his dagger in a defensive stance.

However, Yato completely ignored her meaning.

The two sides passed each other.

And that's how they left.

"..."

It took Wu Fengshui a while to come to his senses.

My back was already soaked with cold sweat.

This sense of oppression and aura.

Compared to before, she seems like a completely different person!

For a moment, she felt as if she was suffocating.

……

Ignoring the strange looks from some passersby, Yato walked to a corner, took out his phone, and called Himuro Ryo.

Fortunately, although I fell all the way down from the fifth floor, my phone was not broken.

The screen is badly cracked.

It took him a long time to successfully turn on the device by swiping his finger.

"I definitely want to get a button phone when I get the chance."

Yato thought viciously.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Hey? Yato, what's up? You just left and you're already calling me."

The cool voice of the ice room came through the phone.

The sound is a bit low, probably because part of the earpiece is broken.

Yato didn't care; clearing the path was the best outcome.

“I’m in a corner next to the hotel, about 500 meters east of the bar. Come and meet me.”

"Your voice...?"

At the bar, Himuro Ryo raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, and his expression instantly changed.

"Wait for me, I'll be right there. And don't hang up on your phone."

He put down his phone, didn't even have time to say goodbye to anyone, and immediately rushed out of the bar to the place Yato had mentioned.

Five hundred meters is not a long distance.

This is why Yato called Himuro Ryo first, instead of calling an ambulance.

Because the ice room is the closest.

"How did things get like this? Who did you fight? The assassins from the Dragon Ball crew?"

Himuro was startled to see Yato sitting on the floor leaning against the wall.

With his keen eyesight, he could roughly assess Yato's injuries with just a quick glance.

However, what puzzled him was that Yato did not have any gunshot wounds.

"..."

Yato raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then his body went limp and he lost consciousness.

"?!"

Himuro Ryo's heart tightened, and he quickly squatted down to check Yato's heartbeat and pulse.

Fortunately, it wasn't the situation he had imagined.

I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"But this kind of injury... the one who did this was a master. It's amazing you survived."

……

"It's amazing you survived."

The same words were spoken the next day.

The sound rang out in the hospital ward funded by the Wu clan.

The speaker was an old man who was so thin he was skin and bones, with sunken eyes, looking like a mummy.

Before him lay Wu Hori lying on the hospital bed.

His massive body stretched the blanket up like a small hill.

A clean white bandage was wrapped around her neck.

Apart from being pale, he seemed to be fine.

"...I'm sorry, Lady Erio."

Wu Hori said listlessly.

"There's no need to apologize to this old man. It was Bianzao and Fengshui who saved you. You've let them down." Wu Huili, the current patriarch of the Wu clan, an immortal who has lived for countless years, spoke with unexpected ruthlessness, showing no concern or care for her juniors.

"What about the boy?"

Wu Horio did not refute, and was used to the elders' sarcasm. He calmly asked a question that he cared about very much.

"The Igarashi family's kid? His father is just a businessman, but as a son, he's surprisingly capable. He almost killed you, the so-called 'Demon Bull.'" The old man chuckled, his voice hoarse but tinged with admiration. "Don't worry, I heard from my men that he's still alive, but unlike you, he's just an ordinary person. He's probably still in the ICU."

Chapter 35

"...Is he/she of average build?"

Wu Horio seemed to have thought of something and sighed.

"What's wrong, Horio? Come to think of it, you didn't say how you lost. There's a limit to underestimating your opponent. This isn't the kind of mistake you would make. If it were that kid Raian, it might be possible."

Wu Huili raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t deny that I underestimated them, because the mission of Bianzao and Fengshui required us not to kill them… but…” Wu Hori stared at the ceiling, a look of confusion in his eyes.

"In the end, I really gave it my all."

"what?"

Wu Huili's expression changed slightly.

"Aren't you thinking straight, Horio?"

"No, I am perfectly lucid, I remember everything very clearly."

Wu Horio shook his head in denial.

“Besides Wu’s secret techniques, I even used [Liberation], but I still couldn’t defeat him.”

"No matter how hard we hit him, he could get up. In the end, we even used the Lion's Bite move, but we still couldn't finish him off."

"As the stalemate continued, my fighting spirit was slowly worn away. Perhaps my pride had already given up long before that?"

"..."

Seeing her trusted junior so dejected, Wu Huili also fell silent.

Wu Horio's idea was obvious to him.

Despite the vast difference in raw strength, even with the [Liberation] ability activated, they couldn't decisively defeat their opponent.

In a sense, this is no different from defeat.

And it's the kind of thing that looks really bad.

This means that if both sides are physically equal, Wu Hori has almost no chance of winning.

at this point.

Wu Horio himself must have realized it to some extent, right?

It is only natural for the strong to oppress the weak; it is neither despicable nor shameful. It is the weak who are beaten by the strong that is truly shameful and a great irony to the beliefs and way of life that the Wu clan upholds.

Wu Hori must have been furious at the time.

But, after the anger subsided.

Even if you're unwilling, you have to admit the enemy's 'strength' when faced with an enemy you still can't kill.

The Wu clan does not reject strong individuals from outside the clan.

On the contrary, they crave this type of person, and the more powerful the other person is, the more they want to incorporate a part of that power into their own bloodline.

Therefore, there's nothing wrong with losing to a stronger opponent.

This thought came to Wu Hori's mind.

Therefore, even before the body concedes defeat, the will surrenders first.

The reason for continuing to fight the other side.

Perhaps he was just trying to see where the other person's limits were? But regardless of whether the other person was standing next to him or not, Wu Horio would not consider himself the winner.

"That man is more deserving of the title 'ghost' than I am."

Wu Hori exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

Yato was probably puzzled as to why he ultimately chose to turn his fist into a palm strike instead of delivering a heavy blow to himself.

But this is actually not something that is difficult to understand.

Because he never kills those he considers his own kind.

Of course, Wu Huiliyang didn't know any of this, but just knowing the first part was enough for him to shake his head helplessly.

"You're already this age, and you still can't shake this stubborn habit."

However, it's thanks to this personality that he's gotten to where he is today.

"Take good care of yourself. We suffered a huge loss on this mission, but we did find an interesting little guy. After hearing your and Feng Shui's description, I'm quite interested in that guy's foot blade. It's amazing that a human body can kick out a vacuum blade. I'd like to see it for myself sometime."

The old man smiled, leaned on his cane, and left.

……

The courtyard of the hospital of the Mon clan.

Wu Bianzao, holding his head in his hands, staggered toward the gate.

Suddenly I saw a familiar face.

"Hey, Moro."

He took the initiative to greet him.

"What a bluff! How come you're here too?"

The man called 'Moro' was a man of similar age to him, and also a professional assassin of the Wu clan, but his overall skill level was far inferior to Feng Shui's.

"That's what I should be asking you. Aren't you in Iraq?"

Wu Bianzao said irritably.

“There was an ridiculously strong mercenary causing trouble in my area, so I couldn’t stay there any longer and had to come back,” Wu Moro said, spreading his hands. “I just took on a mission and heard that Uncle Horio was injured, so I came to visit him on my way.”

"A mission? What kind of mission? It's not some kind of mission to test the target's strength, is it?"