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Chapter 6

Aya: Miss Mokou, what is going on?

Mokou: Get out of here Tengu, it's between us.

Aya: A new rival perhaps~ A nice change of scenery, I have to write this down too!

She scribbled down in her notepad with sparkles emanating from her while the girl and the librarian were facing each other in utter silence, both knowing that escaping was not an option. Even after being attacked by the Tengu, Y/N endured the pain and remembered how strong she truly was.

...He was going to turn into charcoal in front of her eyes. Either she would hit him or he would hit her and he will combust into flames, dying not from her hands but her flames. He was not fast enough to be cleansed of his curse, meaning that a single hit will result to his death.

Y/N: What do you suggest we do?

He asked, his eyes still keeping Mokou at a safe distance. The ones at the scene heard his words and looked at him, Aya with questions and Mokou with a lack of care. The person with the black and red coat was waiting for his answer. He suddenly nodded to himself and chuckled weakly, loosening up a little from all the tension.

Y/N: I guess you're right, not much we can do about that.

Aya: ...Am I going crazy because I didn't hear anyone else.

Mokou: ...

She finally charged ahead and swung her fist, the fire of her rotten heart used to power her punch. Unable to attack her, Y/N stepped backward and avoided the blow with an unnatural calmness. Unsatisfied, Mokou continued her attacks steadily, not allowing the man to fight back. Of course, it didn't do much since Y/N was not planning to attack her.

A swift fist ripped through the air, followed by yet another one and ended with a body slam, all avoided by the exhausted librarian. Forced to feel the extreme warmth of her punches, sweats began to drop down his face but they were also the product of his lack of energy. Consuming all the energy in his body, he kicked the ground away and jumped, twirling around in the air.

Y/N's mind: I would have a better chance inside the library, I should give up the plan of getting rid of the curse.

His body mysteriously tensed and shivers went through his spine. In addition of this, the air in the battlefield became colder. All of that did not bother him much, listening to the one speaking to him, the one that he should rely on in a time like this.

Y/N: ...Are you sure?

Mokou: Hey, focus here!

She threw a large barrage of flames in his direction, clearly attempting to murder him at this point. Maybe she did not realize it yet or maybe she didn't care but with an attack as strong as this, his body will be consumed by the fire and turned into ashes. He knew that and hid on the side of the mountain, seeing the moving light flickering in front of his eyes and vanishing.

Y/N: Hm... I guess I don't really have a choice, I could try.

Mumbling to himself, at least to someone else's point of view, he crouched a little and placed the sword back in its sheath. He took a new breath of air and observed the enemy in front of him, preparing himself for her next move. It was a hit that soon came surging at him, another maze of bullets that one that was not a Danmaku fighter would have a difficulty to parry.

Y/N: Oh, by the power of my wish, I ask you to give me your power for my task... You, from a past history, I beg you.

The hellish sight moved closer, not stopping at all. Ignoring it, he lightly pulled the blade out and a single rectangle of metal reflected the light of the Danmakus flying at him.