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"You do not belong to this sequence."
Shiraishikawa raised an eyebrow.
"It seems you know more than I thought."
He moved forward again, this time with even greater strides.
Where is the Ryougi Shiki?
Araya Sōren's body swayed slightly, as if being blown by an invisible wind.
"equality..."
he murmured.
"At this moment, we are all equal..."
"equality?"
Shiraishikawa sneered.
"You and me? Don't be ridiculous."
He turned to look at Ouma Mana.
"Although we don't fully understand it yet, it seems we need to overcome this obstacle first."
Mana Sakura had been waiting for this moment, and upon hearing her master's words, a look of joy flashed in her eyes.
"Although I don't fully understand it yet, it seems that the master has made up his mind."
She bowed slightly, performing an exaggerated gesture of respect.
"No matter what obstacles there may be, I will clear them away for you."
"My lovely Eve, I entrust her to you."
Shiraishi Kawa revealed a genuine smile.
"Don't let this annoying bug cause any unnecessary trouble. I want you to make this your top priority, even more important than killing it."
"Yes, my Adam."
Mana Ouma straightened up, her smile vanishing instantly.
She turned to Araya Sōren, the gentleness in her eyes vanished, replaced by pure killing intent.
Araya Sōren seemed to finally realize the danger. He raised his hand, and a complex magic circle appeared in his palm.
Mana Ouma moved even faster—a crack appeared in the palm of her right hand, from which dazzling light burst forth, crystals grew and spread, eventually forming a strangely shaped weapon.
It was a chainsaw, yet it possessed the elegant lines of a longsword.
The sword tip is a sharp oval chain, each link gleaming with a cold light; the purple wings that spread out at the hilt tremble slightly, as if they were alive; the faint vertical lines of light at the junction of the chains flicker like breathing.
"Silence!"
With a soft shout, Mana Ouma's chainsaw emitted a piercing buzz as it ripped through the night sky.
Araya Sōren's hastily constructed defensive magic crumbled the moment it came into contact with the enemy.
The crystal chainsaw cut into his body without any resistance, and the sound of his ribs breaking was clearly audible.
Blood gushed out, but was evaporated into red mist in mid-air by the energy emitted by the chainsaw.
"cough--"
Araya Sōren staggered backward, covering the wound on his chest with his right hand, dark red blood seeping from between his fingers.
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His expression remained blank, as if he felt no pain, but for the first time, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
"Huff... Was it not cut off?"
Mana Ouma tilted her head, as if she was both satisfied and dissatisfied with the result.
"However, it did not allow the power to spread to unnecessary places."
She raised the chainsaw, and the bloodstains on the chain were quickly absorbed, making the weapon even more vividly red.
Araya Sōren looked down at his injuries, then looked up at Shiraishi Kawa, who had already reached the other end of the alley.
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...It's too late.
He muttered to himself.
"Observation has begun..."
"So much nonsense."
Mana Ouma pursed her lips and raised the chainsaw high again.
"—Use this to cut your head off!"
This time, she moved even faster, the chainsaw drawing a perfect arc as it aimed straight for Araya Sōren's neck.
Shiraishikawa walked alone on the deserted street, the snow crunching softly under his feet.
Heavy snowflakes fell in a flurry, turning the whole world into a vast expanse of white.
A thin layer of snow had accumulated on his black trench coat, and his breath condensed and dissipated in the air.
"It's so cold."
He muttered to himself, stopped walking, and looked up at the night sky shrouded in snow.
At that very moment, he sensed something was amiss.
A unique aura quietly spread, quite different from the biting cold wind.
The aura was ancient and mysterious, as if it came from the deepest corner of the world.
Chapter 398: Ryougi Shiki
Shiraishi's muscles tensed instantly, and an instinctive alertness shot up his spine to the back of his neck.
He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils slightly contracting.
A figure appeared out of nowhere in the snow curtain before me.
It was a young girl dressed in a magnificent kimono, her red and white furisode sleeves remaining motionless in the wind and snow, the delicate flowers embroidered on her skirt seemingly blooming in the snow.
She wore wooden clogs, and her long, jet-black hair was loose. Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her features were so exquisite they seemed otherworldly.
What's most stunning is that she blends perfectly with the surrounding snowscape, as if she were an integral part of this winter night, "903".
"Two rituals. Erling%Ereryingsanling?(ba er?...."
Shiraishi murmured the name, his voice almost swallowed by the wind and snow.
But this is not the Ryougi Shiki he knew.
The being before me exudes an aura that is more ancient and more essential—she is a high-ranking personality as the subject, connected to the vortex of the root.
Shiraishikawa had read snippets about her in ancient books; she was someone Araya Souren pursued but dared not touch, someone even the Counter Force had to pay attention to.
The girl tilted her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Her voice was clear and pure, yet it carried a sense of timelessness.
Shiraishi Kawa frowned slightly.
Have we... met before?
"Not yet for you."
The girl walked slowly forward, her wooden clogs leaving no trace on the snow.
"But to me, we've known each other for a long time."
She walked up to Shiraishi Chuan, extended her slender fingers, and gently took his hand.
In that instant, Shiraishikawa felt an indescribable force flow through his body, both warm and cold, both familiar and strange.
You can call me Shiki.
"Young girl," Ryougi Shiki said.
"I am someone you will pursue in the future, but for some reason I have appeared ahead of time."
Shiraishikawa stared into her eyes, which seemed to see through everything.
"what reason?"
"Your ritual."
Ryougi Shiki released his hand and turned to look at the snow-covered sky.
"The essence of time is logic, not sequence. Your rituals need to inscribe bonds into the past, present, and future, rather than simply following the steps in a routine."
Shiraishikawa looked surprised.
"You know about my ritual?"
I know more than you think.
Ryougi Shiki turned around, her eyes gleaming with golden light.
"For example, you once planned to complete it through the infinite world, but came here after being persuaded by Kirei Kotomine."
This statement made Shiraishikawa completely certain that the being before him was no ordinary being.
Kirei Kotomine's conversation with him took place in an absolutely private space, and it was impossible for a third party to know about it.
"Then, can you help me complete the ritual?"
Shiraishikawa asked tentatively.
Ryougi Shiki gently shook her head.
"Not entirely. I'm just telling you that you don't need to follow a set procedure."
She paused.