Burying the Enemy

Kyle sat in his chair, with Yutong standing beside him as she faced off against the three Japanese ninjas who had broken in.

"So, your body really has developed problems. As it should have. Japan paid such a terrible price—how could you possibly have escaped unscathed?"

With a sinister grin, Hojo Maru’s facial muscles twisted. Looking at Kyle’s frail, aged silver hair, he drew the Japanese sword strapped to his back with his only remaining left hand. "Tonight, I’ll use you as a blood sacrifice for the wronged souls of Japan’s countless citizens…"

"Are you done talking? If so, hurry up and start."

Kyle yawned boredly. He had no intention of acting personally. Reaching out, he ruffled Yutong’s little head and instructed, "Go on. Play with them."

Yutong gave a slight nod and stepped forward in tiny strides, standing alone before the three sword-drawing ninjas.

"Her? Are you joking?" Hojo Maru’s mouth twitched. Rage at this humiliation flared anew within his hatred-filled, icy eyes.

No matter how one looked at her, she was merely a harmless, adorable little girl—small, tender, and utterly lacking in combat ability.

"Letting Yutong take action is already giving you plenty of respect." Kyle smiled. It seemed these ninjas had rushed over for revenge without even figuring out the situation…

"Attack together!" Hojo Maru stared at Yutong darkly and said coldly.

The other two ninjas exchanged looks and swiftly nodded. Then, following Hojo Maru, the three of them sprang forward with drawn swords as though they had rehearsed it countless times.

At the same time, their hands blurred into afterimages. After several sharp whistles tore through the air, shurikens, needles, and other tiny, sharp projectiles shot forth at bullet-like speeds, forming the first deadly wave of attack.

Watching this, Kyle, seated behind Yutong, shook his head as if he had already seen the outcome.

Yutong raised a small hand. Cold silver light flickered in her eyes as her powerful mental force materialized. Centered on her body, it surged outward like translucent waves of energy, sending ripples through even the space inside the room.

In an instant, time and space throughout the office seemed to freeze—every flying needle and shuriken halted half a meter before Yutong. Behind them, the three ninjas remained in mid-charge, their bodies slowing and stuttering as they exhausted all their strength without managing to advance even a single step.

"What is this?" Hojo Maru’s hand trembled around his Japanese sword. He held his breath with difficulty, as though an invisible wall of air had sealed them off outside it.

"Don’t get any closer to Boss." The silver glow in Yutong’s pupils intensified as she thrust both hands outward, driving that tangible supernatural force ahead.

With a hum, the needles, shurikens, and every other concealed weapon—along with the three sword-wielding ninjas behind them—were all violently blasted back. After tumbling through the air more than a dozen times, the three bodies crashed into one another against the second-floor balcony.

"It’s over." Yutong’s soft, childish voice sounded like an order from the Grim Reaper. Driven by invisible mental force, Murasame at her side rose into the air and shot forward as a streak of light under its own power.

"No!" Hojo Maru’s eyes widened, his face twisting hideously.

He was unwilling to accept it. He had traveled all this way, only for Kyle not even to have lifted a hand before he was about to die here.

Murasame sliced through the air and shot toward the three men on the ground. At the critical moment, a fierce glint flashed through Hojo Maru’s eyes. Swiftly and decisively, he grabbed a ninja behind him and yanked him forward as a human shield.

Splat!

The ninja cried out, despair written across his face as he watched Murasame howl toward him and effortlessly pierce the center of his chest, plunging in all the way to the hilt.

"Damn it!" Hojo Maru growled. He hurled the ninja’s corpse over the balcony, then roared into the night outside, "How much longer are you going to wait?!"

"Oh? You have accomplices too?" Hearing that, Kyle took a sip of red wine, not the least bit surprised.

He raised his head and saw several spikes attached to ropes thrown in from outside, wrapping around the remaining stone pillars and railing of the balcony. Then, four female agents in skintight black leather suits gripped the ropes and lightly descended onto the balcony beside Hojo Maru.

"Super Agents… Red Room, you really never learn your lesson." Kyle’s face turned cold.

Last time, considering their show of sincerity in offering up Black Widow and the Infinite Formula, as well as Winter Soldier Bucky’s standing, he had ultimately refrained from thoroughly destroying the Red Room’s organizational base.

It seemed the Red Room had moved its base by now. Their wounds had healed, and they had forgotten the pain.

"Then it’s decided—starting now, Hydra and the Red Room’s agent network will be the organizations used by the Karl family’s lower-ranking card users for practice. Conveniently enough, the Red Room also has the Super Agent serum."

Kyle made plans to himself while, at that moment, Yutong had already begun fighting the six enemies in the office.

Gunfire, thrown shurikens, Murasame, and the wooden tables and stools in the room all turned into a chaotic storm. They collided and burst apart from time to time, or veered off course to strike the floor and walls.

Whether ninjas or Super Agents, their strength fell somewhere between Black Widow Natasha and elite soldiers. In other words, all of them surpassed ordinary humans.

Yet Yutong faced the six attacking opponents alone, her little face calm and icy, while the silver glow in her eyes showed signs of turning crimson.

"Get out of my way!" Hojo Village roared. Covered in wounds, he broke through the defensive line of floating objects and flew close to Yutong, swinging his Japanese sword down with speed and precision.

Yutong raised her eyes coldly. A table rose into the air and flew toward him, blocking the sword strike like a shield. Yet Hojo Village’s Japanese sword cleaved both the table and shield in two. The blade flashed, its tip shooting straight for her fair neck.

Seeing that he was about to kill her, delight had already appeared on Hojo Village’s face. But in the next instant, Yutong swiftly and nimbly sidestepped. The Japanese sword missed, cutting only a few strands of black hair.

Hojo Village was still in midair when Yutong seized the wrist of his one sword-wielding arm with both hands. She spun on the spot and viciously slammed his body into the floor.

"How is this possible?!"

Hojo Village’s mind went blank. Before he could react, pain struck and drew a wail from him. Yutong had taken his Japanese sword and, with a backhand slash, carved a fatal wound so deep that bone showed through across his chest. Blood gushed out like a fountain.

"This is the Yutong of today." Kyle chuckled, pleased and gratified by the Yutong he had trained.

Her mental manipulation ability was simply too powerful—so powerful that her enemies would naturally assume she specialized only in long-range attacks. They did not know that she also possessed a Super Agent’s extraordinary physique and several fighting techniques.

With comprehensive abilities and no weaknesses, Yutong could already completely replace Kyle as the best candidate on Earth in this era to possess overwhelming ruling power.

With Hojo Maru down, the stalemate on the second floor immediately became clear. As Yutong began slaughtering them one-sidedly, the remaining ninjas and agents realized things had gone wrong and frantically fled outside.

"Don’t let a single one escape!" Kyle spoke coldly, drained the red wine in his glass, and stared indifferently at the enemies fleeing outside.

Since they had rushed here to see him off, they could leave their lives and corpses behind, buried here along with this era’s grudges!