Rokudo, dumbfounded after defeating Sawada, exclaimed, “What do you mean Fuuta isn’t here?”

With a swoosh, the orange flame on his head extinguished.

The true nature of the useless Goro was revealed.

Rokudo covered his purified eyes of reincarnation, struggling to sneer, “How could you know Fuuta was with me and not be aware of the chaos in Leibo Street a few days ago? I was unconscious at the time, saved by a passing doctor, and didn’t see the boy in the clinic…”

Standing beside him, Hyakki asked sharply, “Clinic? Which clinic?”

Rokodu, exhausted, replied, “A clinic near Leibo Street. The doctor there is named Mori, claiming to be a barefoot doctor. It shouldn’t have anything to do with this.”

Hyakki paused, “Mori? Another doctor…”

A doctor again. The so-called unrelated barefoot doctor was likely the mastermind.

Hyakki didn’t ask further. He went to a corner and dialed a number to contact someone, “Mr. Mori, is Fuuta with you?” He received a positive response along with insincere pleasantries, clearly expecting the Pengerei Family to pay the price for this information.

Unable to decide, Hyakki coldly tossed Sawada’s father’s phone number to them.

Such intrigue was best handled by the consultants outside.

Suddenly sensing something, Gaiki struggled to sit up, urging his defeated companions, “Joukai, Chigusa… run!”

The Avengers of the Prison were here!

Outside, Nakahara Chuya, Dazai, and Hyakki coincidentally ran into the arriving Avengers. The three members of the Avenger Prison, dressed in dark black coats, tall in stature, wielding chains, and their bodies wrapped in bandages, looked intimidating, subtly striking Dazai’s interests.

[This profession… looks cool.]

Hyakki’s combat instincts heightened. He asked in a normal tone, “Who are you people?”

Without needing restraint, Hyakki, first, showed fierce killing intent, standing in front of the two. What he saw with his mind’s eye was the continuous burning of the already inhumanly black flames, twisted out of normalcy, generating power non-stop, a human fallen into evil ways!

“We are the Avengers, here to capture several fugitives from the Prison of Avengers,” the leader of the Avengers spoke with a dull tone, eerily cold, using authentic Japanese.

“Please step aside.”

The second Avenger spoke.

“Otherwise, we will consider you enemies of the Prison of Avengers.”

The third Avenger continued, the atmosphere becoming dangerously tense!

[Evil entities.]

Hyakki’s expression was cold as he identified the three’s identity.

[Kill.]

Hyakki, blocked by Dazai and Hyakki, reduced his killing intent by half. His mask-like face looked at Dazai on the left and then at Hyakki on the right, seemingly complaining: why stop me from fighting bad guys?

The two boys, using their smaller frames, managed to suppress Hyakki, moving him to a place where he wouldn’t obstruct the way.

Dazai chuckled, “Please.”

The three Avengers acted as if they hadn’t seen this farce, pausing briefly before moving to capture Rokudo. What caused them to derail was their cloaks brushing Dazai’s coat as they passed.

In that moment of unintentional contact, the three Avengers shook as if struck by lightning, their bodies trembling.

Hyakki wondered, “What did you do to them?”

Dazai innocently watched the fleeing Avengers, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

He played with Hyakki’s fingers, “I helped you teach them a lesson.”

Even though the “Night Flame” formed from the unwillingness to die was strong, it encountered the reality-bending power of “No Longer Human” in that moment, experiencing the suffocating feeling of impending death.

Hyakki “witnessed” the process and felt that Dororo had purified them.

Impressive!

The evil beings were nearly sent to heaven.

Hyakki scoffed at the arrogant arrivals and turned to see Dazai, who looked mud-splattered and indifferent, wanting praise from Hyakki for his actions.

“You have the ability to let go, so why make it difficult for a mute!”

Under Hyakki’s silent complaint, the speechless Hyakki actually responded.

[Dororo is like a priestess!]

Hyakki held Dazai’s hand, lifting it carefully to his forehead. Though Dororo didn’t purify the crimson light within him, she could soothe his soul.

Legend has it that only the purest can wield the power of purification, expelling evil and persuading others to do good.

—No, you just got involved in the neighboring “Inuyasha”.

“……?”

“……Pfft, I’ll bless you!”

It took Dazai three seconds to react, making a praying motion and drawing a kiku symbol on Hyakki’s forehead.

After finishing, Dazai spoke mysteriously, “Hyakki will live a long and healthy life, longer than mine, and drive away all the people you think are bad guys.”

Nakahara felt a bit puzzled, sensing that Dazai was implying something, perhaps targeting himself, who had killed before.

[I’ve cleared my name with Hyakki!]

[Uh, wait, I should have, right?]

Nakahara, feeling uncertain, looked nervously at Hyakki, but unfortunately, Hyakki couldn’t tell him at the moment.

As the trio arrived at the battlefield, Rokodu had already been seized by the Avengers, his neck chained like a dead dog, resigned and hands hanging down. His once vibrant eyes, now dull with the blood-red color of his blazing Reikaku, glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Hyakki.

Hyakki’s heart heard a urgent and weak voice, a voice of the living!

[Save them.]

[Get Joukai and Chigusa out!]

[If you want to keep your skin and tongue, listen to me. I’ll maintain your illusions in prison! With my abilities, there will be a chance to restore your five senses in the future!]

Rokodu found a glimmer of hope in his contractors.

Defeating Hyakki, rumored in Dazai Street, undoubtedly held hope for defeating the Avengers. He had no intention of pinning hope on himself, deeply understanding that only when he was caught, would the Avengers’ pursuit of the other two decrease. He was their main target!

[…]

Hyakki had a lot to say, his heart racing, but the jumbled thoughts remained unspoken.

Please, speak slower… He couldn’t understand what this person was saying!

[Could it be that you don’t understand Japanese?]

Rokodu cursed inwardly.

Without further ado, Rokodu gritted his teeth to possess the other’s body, but what was even more terrifying was that he couldn’t possess Hyakki; it was as if there was an invisible wall around him, impervious to his attempts!

The owner of this “wall,” Dazai, had hidden his skills and reputation well.

Dazai, with keen ears, turned to listen to Hyakki’s heartbeat, narrowing his eyes.

Could an illusionist bridge the connection between him and Hyakki?

A mental connection?

Upon discovering this anomaly, Dazai hooked onto Hyakki’s fingertips, gripping them tightly once more, causing Rokodu’s voice to abruptly vanish from Hyakki’s mental world.

Hyakki felt a momentary emptiness in his mental world, no longer able to hear the voices of those outside.

[This definitely isn’t Dororo’s voice.]

[Forget it if you don’t understand.]

He stopped agonizing over it, shutting himself off obediently, since “Dororo” was holding his hand. He thought, a girl’s hand must be soft and warm, just like the pure white flames of life, beautiful.

Rokodu, looking defeated, was dragged away by the Avengers, but he didn’t blame Hyakki. He just felt he had made a blind choice; these two people, one going berserk and the other lacking all senses, were worse picks than the Vongola Family. At least those people could cause internal discord!

Only members of the Vongola Family remained on the scene, with Sawada sitting on the ground, visibly relieved.

Facing a villain like Rokodu for the first time, with such a tragic background, his emotions were complex. “Hyakki… How long will Rokodu be detained? That Avengers’ prison…”

Before Sawada could finish his sentence, he exclaimed with surprise as he looked at the unfamiliar figures appearing at the door.

“Who are you?”

Three teenagers of his own age, each with a different expression.

Intuition told him: at this time, these were definitely not ordinary people. The Avengers had deliberately avoided these three just now, and they didn’t seem as heartless as Hyakki described.

Nakahara, disinterested in socializing, went to see Dazai. After a moment’s thought, Dazai stepped forward and said, “Welcome to Yokohama.”

The bandaged boy with kite-colored eyes smiled.

“I’m a student of the Port Mafia leader, Dazai Osamu, here to discuss the matter of Fanto with your organization.”

This identity could be heavy or light, with neither boast nor fault. Hyakki carefully examined Dazai, unexpectedly finding that this teenager, almost the same age as Nakahara, showed no signs of nervousness.

Wasn’t that strange?

Certainly, anyone from the Other Side knew the reputation of the Vongola Family!

Hyakki thought to himself: Nakahara, learn from him. Don’t break out in a cold sweat again; otherwise, people will think you’re faint-hearted after defeating Rokodu. Show some spirit as the tenth generation successor of the Vongola Family!

Sawada, sweating profusely, timidly said, “What’s the Port Mafia?”

Dazai immediately realized he was the one who defeated Rokodu, smiling warmly.

“It’s a local business that pays taxes.”

Hyakki kicked Sawada to prevent him from being fooled, saying, “Stupid Sawada, I’ve already told you about the local situation before we came. How could you forget what I said?”

Sawada cried out in pain, “You’ve said so many things, how could I remember them all!”

“Is that so?” Hyakki snorted coldly.

Good.

The tenth generation successor of the Vongola Family was found.

Dazai’s eyes darted quickly, despite Sawada being in a sorry state, the people from the Other Side wouldn’t be able to afford to hire the world’s number one assassin as a teacher!

“The Port Mafia guy, he’s the tenth generation successor of the Vongola Family.” Hyakki didn’t beat around the bush, standing on his shoulder, his small figure representing full…