This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 82: Soul Fire

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Soul Fire

Jian Ding had indeed pierced through the target, and Beichuan Si could feel he had severed the opponent’s neck.

But the adversary still managed to reattach its own head...

Amidst the enveloping deathly aura, the blade of Jian Ding shimmered with a cold light that increased intensely, and through this sliver of light, Beichuan Si distinctly spotted a small trace beneath the stitched-up neck.

Threads of deathly energy were eroding that shallow mark.

Jian Ding’s attack was effective.

A glimmer shone in Beichuan Si’s eyes.

"Mr. Beichuan... it hurts so much... it hurts here—"

Sakura Yuki... No, it should be called the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit.

Black liquid trickled from its eye sockets as it screamed and lunged at Beichuan Si.

Its massive stature, at least three meters tall, combined with the momentum of its charge, forced even Beichuan Si to momentarily retreat several steps.

Bang!!!!!

The very moment Beichuan Si stepped out of the classroom, the sliding door frame was smashed to pieces.

In Beichuan Si’s view, the opponent’s arm incredibly stretched in the air like rubber, becoming frighteningly long.

Beichuan Si spun around quickly, leaping into the stairwell to dodge the terrorizing ghostly hand.

Boom boom boom!

If these Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirits were to join a demolition crew, they’d be an excellent addition—everything in their path, no matter what it was, shattered with ease.

That even included reinforced concrete wrapped with steel bars.

The entire stairwell seemed as if it was about to be torn apart by the assailant!

But Beichuan Si had no intention of leaving the main building of Xucha High School.

Although it was easy to be trapped in dead ends in the main building of Xucha High School, the obstacles here could also serve to impede the adversary.

Beichuan Si surged forward again, dashing into a wall.

The Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit didn’t hesitate and collided directly into it.

But just at that moment, Beichuan Si, who was merely using the wall for concealment, stomped his foot and nimbly dodged the impact; simultaneously, the Jian Ding in his hand flew out at an inconceivable angle.

Spiritual Dagger Technique!

Jian Ding twirled like a living creature through the body of the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit, before swiftly returning to Beichuan Si’s palm.

Spurt!!!

The Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit’s neck was severed into several pieces, and black liquid scattered everywhere!

But still, it stubbornly clung to life, its neck quickly reconnecting, though now marred by a few extra marks.

The malevolence was diminishing.

One or two more attacks of that kind were needed.

Beichuan Si’s eyebrows raised, and he calmly said to Nishijou Kurenai beside him, "Kelian, get off me."

The enemy was particularly tricky, and continuing to carry Nishijou Kurenai might place her in danger too.

Nishijou Kurenai’s body shuddered, she gently hugged Beichuan Si’s fingers, and then leaped into the darkness.

She remained sensible as ever, knowing that staying on Beichuan Si would only hinder him, so she took the initiative to hide.

Likewise, she believed that Beichuan Si could handle the opponent.

Beichuan Si exhaled deeply, tensing his body as he watched the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit eyeing him like prey.

The reason it didn’t rush to rip him apart was that its thick black hair was engulfing the entire corridor—if he were entangled by it, Beichuan Si also knew it would be the end of him.

So—

Before the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirits could finish their preparations...

Beichuan Si actually smashed through a window and leapt straight out of the school building.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

The shrill cry echoed as the charred faces of the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirits twisted with malice.

They followed Beichuan Si as he jumped down.

But at the very moment the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit leaped, they distinctly felt something howling toward them from behind!

Jian Ding, with its lethal chill, viciously swept at its neck again!

It turned out Beichuan Si hadn’t jumped off the floor at all. He had simply been hanging onto some slight crevices jutting from the floor. The moment it jumped down, he kicked off the building’s surface with one foot, leveraging that kick to launch himself forward, and his cold blade fiercely slashed open the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit’s neck!

Beichuan Si landed with a roll forward to absorb the impact from the fall, as well as to dodge the arm of the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit that came smashing down like a hammer after having its neck stitched back together.

Beichuan Si felt an unprecedented sense of calm, even faintly rediscovering the methodical serenity he once had during his first dissection.

Just one more time.

He couldn’t help but caress his right arm.

There he had been wounded by an exposed steel rebar, his skin filleted open, blood freely flowing out.

Sensing the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit starting to get excited, Beichuan Si quickly took out a handkerchief and bound it tightly around the root of his arm to stop the bleeding.

Jian Ding in his hand flashed chillingly once again.

"Come!"

At Beichuan Si’s icy command, the Fire Disaster Vengeful Spirit charged at him frantically.

This time, Beichuan Si didn’t retreat. He stood silently in place, Jian Ding grasped in his left hand, without so much as a twitch.

The ground beneath his feet shook, and the hideous faces of the vengeful spirits loomed inches away—

A surge of black energy swelled in Beichuan Si’s eyes as he flicked his wrist, his body sweeping past it!

Simultaneously, Jian Ding was thrown from his hand!

Under the guidance of his deathly aura, the grim blade, first from left to right, then right to left, bit viciously into the spirit’s neck.

Two swift flashes of cold light zipped through the air!

Spiritual Dagger Technique!

The air fell still again, and it was a long time before any sound could be heard.

"Thank you... Mr. Beichuan."

The strained syllables were hard-pressed to escape.

Pfft—

....

Beichuan Si was unsure what to feel. As the black vengeful energy spiraled up, he could only raise his head.

Sakura Yuki had been a kind spirit, but had fallen into vengefulness.

Beichuan Si wouldn’t show mercy, for showing mercy would be a disrespect to Nishijou Misaki, a spirit he had exorcised before.

What did the complete eradication of a medium-grade vengeful spirit look like?

Beichuan Si had completed a medium-grade vengeful spirit mission before, so he knew very well.

Soul fires.

Unlike the simple dispersal of spite from a low-grade vengeful spirit, when a medium-grade vengeful spirit vanished, it would leave behind glowing soul fires in the air, much like the floating lanterns released during Japan’s Ullambana Festival.

The soul fires flickered, spilling out tiny beads of light.

A beautiful, gloomy light wound around, and finally, clusters of light broke free, soared into the sky under Beichuan Si’s gaze, leaving Xucha High School with trailing a long tail of light, heading toward various parts of the city.

Beichuan Si watched this beautiful scene while pressing against his right arm, feeling the wound there throb with even more pain.

He quietly awaited the system’s prompt sound.

Unexpectedly, before the system prompt could sound, a small shadow suddenly leapt onto his shoulder, tiny hands clinging tightly to Beichuan Si and refusing to let go.

Nishijou Kurenai.

The little one had indeed been terrified today and was still trembling.

Beichuan Si could only extend a finger to gently tap her little head.

Together, human and spirit gazed upward.

Now each of the soul fires trailed flames.

Flying off toward various parts of the city.