"Mufoofoofoo~"
"Fight, fight, fight as fiercely as possible~
Like ancient Egyptian decorations, and a throne, the headquarters of Zaibatsu Cinema at this moment held only The Lord, no, Paragon Ninja had also appeared.
"My Lord, your unparalleled wisdom as a strategist is beyond the comprehension of those mere mortals."
"Just let Arasaka Corporation and Soukaiya fight to mutual destruction. Night City—no, now renamed New Kiotto—is merely in your grasp."
It wasn't mere flattery toward a superior; Paragon Ninja truly believed this from the bottom of his heart and felt honored by it.
He was The Lord's follower, The Lord's close friend, and the only one who knew The Lord's true identity. This friendship was incomparable.
"No, not Night City, but 'New Kiotto'." The Lord denied it. What had he seen?
The use of Virtual-to-Real Conversion Jutsu, and prior contact with V's parallel world and destiny, had deepened The Lord's understanding of the world.
Such things, having one meant there would be two! After expending vast power, The Lord had found his destiny—regarding ninjas, or rather, himself!
But like a fortune-teller unable to divine their own fate, he could only glimpse vague fragments, yet it was enough!
The Lord saw the scene he most desired: all three sacred treasures in his hands, Kinkaku about to open, and he would become the controller of all ninjas!
It was just a single image, he shouldn't trust it so impulsively, he had even said before to defy destiny...
All these reasons were meaningless! Short-sighted in reality! At this moment, he only saw himself triumphant with the three sacred treasures!
Only seeing what's before his eyes, only trusting his own judgment, The Lord was ultimately just such an arrogant man.
Virtual-to-Real Conversion Jutsu gradually twisted the present world. Night City—no, now renamed New Kiotto—this city descended into a frenzy of demons.
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Flames burned ceaselessly. For New Kiotto's residents, they were accustomed to the hedonistic life of a big city—and to death at any moment.
But such a hellish scene was the first of its kind, as if hell itself had come to reality. Blood smeared the walls, not deliberately, but from utter indifference.
Old acquaintance JK shook his head at the dead crowd. He disliked meaningless killing, like a normal adult disliking deliberately stepping on an ant nest.
"What a shame, no interesting superdream material collected. They all died too quickly, no creativity."
JK voiced his regret, but never cared about their lives. Mortals killed were just killed, no mercy.
Soukaiya's actions had begun. The so-called 'total war' wasn't just fighting, but seizing control of the entire city.
Among them, black superdreams—or dark industries—naturally needed their rule. Things that seemed shady actually influenced every aspect.
The black superdream industry chain was vast beyond imagination. Unfortunately, they seemed unaware of what it meant to know the times and be a hero.
"Aieeeeeee!!!" The door burst open, accompanied by a scream from a passing ordinary person.
JK was now using his true body, meaning he was a ninja!
"Ninja?! Why a ninja?!!!" The mortal soiled himself upon witnessing a ninja!
"Oh? Unexpected harvest. I'm curious too—what does the so-called NRS reaction really feel like."
"No worries, this is for the sake of art."
He reached out toward the unknown passerby A, preparing to implant the superdream-collecting cyberware into his body.
"Slurp Slurp slurp Sluuurp~"
Just as he was about to act, a strange sound rang out. JK hadn't noticed at all—someone had approached.
And what was this sound? Like liquid being constantly slurped, followed by inhalation. He turned in shock—he was eating noodles!
The newcomer wore red ninja garb, with a striking ultra-long anti-gravity scarf around his neck. Of course, what most caught JK's attention was the metal mask on his face engraved with 'Ninja Killer'.
How could he eat noodles while wearing a mask?!
Ninja Slayer David slurped the last of the broth, set down the bowl, and wiped his pristine metal mask with the back of his hand. He had finished?!
Ninja Slayer David hadn't eaten since two days ago. Intense battles from Crime Ninja to Cyber Biochemical Ninja · Experimental Model, with no resupply in between.
'Thanks for the meal.'
He clasped his hands in gratitude to the food, then turned to JK.
"Domo, first time meeting, Jimmy Kurosaki-san. Ninja Slayer desu."
"Domo, Jimmy Kurosaki desu."
JK gave his real name; his identity had long been known to the other. This was a prepared strike?
He had heard legends of Ninja Slayer. Due to Schwarzer's massacres delaying the end of the dharma age, it had made him famous too.
Suppressing ninjas wasn't hard; she only targeted particularly powerful ones, so most ninjas didn't know of her existence.
Thus, those achievements were attributed to Ninja Slayer, making him a terrifying figure among ninjas.
It made sense: anyone daring to call themselves 'Ninja Slayer' couldn't be weak!
Though it was their first meeting, JK felt a faint familiarity from him. But more than that, it wasn't fear in him, but fear in his Ninja Soul!
"Ninja Slayer-san, what business do you have with Soukaiya?"
Wind Forest Fire Mountain! JK invoked Soukaiya to pressure the opponent. No normal person would choose to face an entire ninja organization alone!
Moreover, JK didn't think he had any grudge with Ninja Slayer. Couldn't they just coexist peacefully?
"Ninjas must die, Arasaka Corporation's ninjas must die, Soukaiya's ninjas must die—all ninjas must die!"
Those not to be killed could be stripped of ninja status, like Schwarzer; Ninja Slayer had flexible principles.
"This... is there some misunderstanding?"
JK was drenched in sweat; he felt intense hatred and killing intent directed at him.
"No misunderstanding. I will kill you."
Ninja Slayer's tone was casual, like stating the obvious while eating or drinking.
Schwarzer's mission to him was: do as you like. The city had become a ninja-ravaged hell; the more he killed, the better for ordinary people.
Ninjas weren't important—absence of ninjas was!
Just as he could casually crush ants like mortals, David looked at the surrounding corpses and understood Naraku's hatred.
These so-called ninjas were no longer human; their mere existence was a disaster for ordinary people! David recalled Lucy pierced by a bullet, hatred surging!
Ninjas! Must die!
"Yeeart—"
No holding back—Ninja Slayer's straight fist shot like a bullet toward JK's chest. Explanations were meaningless now; only Karate!
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