Chapter 100: Do What Must Be Done, Defense Immune to Bullets
Light recalled the scene of Yoru's transformation just now, his thoughts spinning fast.
Black flames...
Such a substance shouldn't exist in the real world, and seeing that the opponent wasn't harmed at all, it was obviously not ordinary fire.
It must be spiritual power.
But the problem was, unless the user actively chose to manifest, ordinary people couldn't observe the existence of Soul Manifestation, nor would they interact with the true body of Soul Manifestation, right?
What is the meaning of a disguise that cannot be observed in the eyes of ordinary people?
Unless choosing to manifest actively...
Thinking of this, a lightning bolt seemed to flash in Light's mind.
He understood.
So that's how it is?
There is actually such a method!
"Release your resentment, Emperor Sutoku."
Light didn't hesitate at all and directly called out the True Name of his Soul Manifestation.
The monster looking like a Great Tengu with fangs and claws appeared behind him again.
Immediately after, wisps of black energy emerged from Emperor Sutoku's body, winding slowly around Light's body like threads.
First the feet, then legs, waist, arms, shoulders.
A pure white outfit emerged on the surface of Light's body.
Until finally, a pure white mask with no patterns formed on his face.
Trench coat, long boots, plus equally pure white gloves.
This outfit gave a feeling of holiness and nobility.
But from the two holes of the mask, downwards from the eyes, there were two dark red patterns like coagulated blood, adding a few hints of madness and terror.
"Very good."
Light felt the sensation of his body being wrapped by Emperor Sutoku's spiritual power and let out a long breath.
He looked at Yoru standing in front of the door, maintaining a smile.
"How is it, Itou-kun? Did I pass the assessment?"
"Mmhmm, you passed."
Yoru nodded slightly, thinking Light's talent was indeed very strong.
Not only possessing a powerful soul true body like Emperor Sutoku but also understanding the principle of spiritual power turning into clothing and successfully transforming within less than a minute.
Even he took nearly two months from initially awakening spiritual power to completing this step.
Of course, this didn't mean Light had higher talent than him.
The ability of Soul Manifestation was a completely unknown field.
Yoru explored step by step and summarized experience, finally developing the method of letting the soul true body separate power to change clothes.
He was the so-called first person to eat crabs.
Light just walked the path developed by Yoru again.
The difficulty was completely different from developing a brand new ability; they couldn't be compared at all.
Light obviously realized this too.
After doing it himself, he discovered that this ability wasn't just for disguise but could also improve his defense to a certain extent.
The more he marveled at the enhancement brought by this ability, the deeper the awe in Light's heart for the boy of the same age in front of him became.
What kind of genius could do such a thing?
After awakening the ability of Soul Manifestation, Light certainly consulted ancient books of Sakura Prefecture, trying to find helpful experiences left by predecessors from legends like Yoru did back then.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
If the opponent mastered such a new way of applying the power of Soul Manifestation with someone's help, that would be normal.
But if...
The opponent developed it alone?
Light felt this was very likely.
If that were true...
Looking at Yoru with a frivolous smile and a very relaxed appearance, Light thought if it was as he guessed, the opponent was the founder of a brand new power system.
Only one word could describe it.
Genius.
"OK, let's go."
Yoru took Light through the "Door" in front of them, returning to the physical world.
Dressed in distinct black and white, looking very strange, the two appeared on the street instantly, immediately attracting the attention of passersby.
Fortunately, this wasn't the particularly bustling shopping street Yoru visited with Miko and Mai.
Even though today was Saturday, pedestrians on the street were sparse, only about twenty or thirty.
"Quick battle, quick decision."
Hearing Yoru's words, Light nodded. In the depths of his eyes hidden under the pure white mask, excitement like madness appeared.
The two dark red patterns on the mask began to become increasingly dazzling.
Soul Manifestation was the manifestation of the user's heart.
Similarly.
The outfit Light wore, constructed by the extension of the soul true body's power, also represented his heart.
The pure white color of the outfit represented supreme holy justice.
And the two dark red patterns like blood on the mask symbolized the ruthlessness and heartlessness of carrying out one's justice and doing what must be done, even if hands were stained with blood.
It could be said that this outfit was the manifestation of Light's heart.
"This is the building."
The two walked a few steps and arrived in front of a three-story small building.
Standing at the door was a man in a suit, with tattoos on his neck, a buzz cut, and a fierce face.
Seeing Light and Yoru, two strangely dressed people walking over, he couldn't help but frown. He extended his left hand in a stop gesture, while his right hand reached for the waist area under his suit jacket, looking vigilant.
"What do you want? This is a private area, no entry without invitation."
Light looked at Yoru and lowered his voice.
"The opponent seems to have a gun; we better..."
Bang!
Before Light could finish, he saw Yoru extend a hand, grabbing the man's head directly and smashing it casually against the wall.
The man's head burst open like a smashed watermelon upon hitting the hard wall. The scene was extremely cruel and bloody.
Pedestrians on the street froze seeing this scene.
A few seconds later, someone let out the first scream, followed by panic-stricken escape.
Light opened his mouth slightly, looking incredulous.
Yoru just shrugged and smiled nonchalantly.
"OK, clearing the field complete. Next, free to play."
Light sighed. Under the mask was a helpless expression.
Are you a bit too exaggerated in doing things?
Is it necessary to let those innocent people see such bloody...
Wait a minute.
Light suddenly reacted.
Seems really necessary.
Even a gatekeeper carried a gun.
Plus, the so-called Black Dragon Society was involved in illegal activities like selling guns according to the police investigation.
One could imagine that every member inside this three-story building was probably fully armed.
To avoid involving innocent people, what was the best way?
To make them all evacuate from this area.
But telling those pedestrians there was danger, no one would believe and evacuate.
The easiest and most effective way to clear this area seemed to be what the opponent just did.
Display the bloody scene directly in front of those pedestrians.
No one wanted to die.
Of course, they would run.
Such action was beyond Light's expectation.
But thinking carefully, it made sense.
Just looking at the fanaticism and enjoyment appearing in Yoru's eyes, he strongly suspected he was overthinking.
Could the opponent just purely want to kill people?
Is his mental state still stable?
Light had mixed feelings but chose not to speak at this time, stepping into the three-story building with Yoru.
As soon as they entered, several men also wearing suits, with the same tattoo pattern as the gatekeeper, which should be the unified tattoo of club members, pointed dark gun muzzles at the two.
"Stop."
Light stopped in place and lowered his voice.
"What to do?"
Yoru's answer was unexpected.
Listening to the opponent's very relaxed tone, even spreading his hands with a nonchalant look, chuckling.
"What to do? How do I know what to do? You think of a way, the invincible Yagami Light-sama."
Light didn't mind the first few sentences of giving up.
But hearing the end, his heart skipped a beat.
Why did you blurt out my real name?
This isn't ancient times where two armies confront each other.
Enemy General: Does the coming general dare to report his name?
A mysterious person calling himself Miyamizu Mitsuha and Itou Makoto successively: I never change my name, I am the son of the Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police, Yagami Light!
Aren't you harming people?
Light couldn't care to think about the reason the opponent exposed his identity.
He only knew one thing.
Light's gaze locked on those club members holding guns, speaking slowly in an emotionless tone.
"It seems you have no choice but to die."
"Manifest, Emperor Sutoku."
As Light said this sentence, a monster looking like a Great Tengu appeared in the vision of several club members.
Before they could pull the trigger, Emperor Sutoku pierced their throats with the sharp claws of both hands at lightning speed.
"Good, good, good."
Yoru leaned against the wall, looking lazy, and even clapped with a smile.
"Go for it, Yagami-kun."
Seeing Yoru's appearance as if gloating, Light was speechless.
Of course, he also knew clearly that the one who needed to prove ability wasn't the opponent, but himself.
Want to reach a non-aggression or even cooperation treaty?
Then show the qualifications matching it.
Light had no objection to this.
Listening to the footsteps gradually approaching from the stairs, Light took a deep breath. The beating speed of the heart in his chest became much faster.
This wasn't his first time killing people.
But this was his first time using the ability of Soul Manifestation to kill while he himself was also at risk of being attacked.
Light was a cautious person.
Due to the reason that Soul Manifestation couldn't leave too far from the user.
Light usually pretended to be nonchalant, either looking at his phone while walking on the road or dining in a shop, while sending Emperor Sutoku out to manifest in front of the target and kill them.
Doing so, the only risk was when the police investigated the accidentally deceased victim. If they investigated the specific time of death and surveillance videos of all surrounding areas, they would find he was nearby every time.
Too coincidental, easy to arouse suspicion; only this point.
So every time Light acted, he basically thought of seamless reasons in advance and chose lively locations where his appearance wouldn't seem abrupt.
However, this time, traces, clues, alibis—these factors were things to consider after it ended.
Now, only one problem was placed in front of Light.
How could he kill all Black Dragon Society members in this building and survive?
Light glanced at Yoru leaning against the wall.
One thing he could confirm.
Since the opponent said he wouldn't help, he definitely wouldn't help.
Better not hold pointless expectations.
While Light was pondering, more than a dozen club members holding firearms rushed down the stairs.
Seeing the firearms in their hands, his pupils shrank in shock.
Holy crap, why are there shotguns!?
According to the police investigation, the gun trading involved by the Black Dragon Society was just the most ordinary pistols.
It seemed now...
They equipped themselves with heavy firearms?
Are these people crazy!?
Light's reaction speed was very fast. Without hesitation, he picked up a dropped pistol directly from the ground.
"Emperor Sutoku!"
While giving orders to his soul true body, Emperor Sutoku already used its body as cover, blocking in front of Light.
And those dozen thugs holding firearms had already rushed into the corridor.
Facing the corpses of fellow club members, they pointed their muzzles at the two people and one spirit without hesitation and pulled the triggers.
Light squatted slightly, hiding behind Emperor Sutoku in a standard posture of police mobile units hiding behind riot shields.
While Yoru still leaned against the wall.
Facing the bullets pouring towards him, he even just waved his hand boredly and chuckled.
"Don't waste bullets; shoot him."
Bang!
The sound of shotgun firing echoed in the narrow corridor, making Light's ears ring.
But the next scene made his pupils dilate in shock.
Bullets fired from shotguns and several pistols hit Yoru's body but failed to cause even the slightest ripple.
The opponent's eyes were still calm, even carrying a hint of a smile.
"Didn't I say?"
As Yoru said this sentence, continuous crisp sounds came from the ground.
Cling, cling, cling...
Light glanced and found dozens of bullets with deformed heads falling on the ground.
"Don't waste bullets."
Light was completely shocked now.
He looked at Yoru incredulously, wondering what kind of monster this Itou-kun was.
The clothing formed by the power of Soul Manifestation could indeed improve defense.
Judging from Light's own feeling, his outfit could at most defend against long-range shots from small-caliber pistols and some cold weapons like blades.
Perhaps the opponent's spiritual power was stronger than his, so the defense of the clothing was stronger.
But under such close-range shooting of less than five meters, plus large-caliber shotguns, the opponent was actually unscathed?
Bullets might be blocked.
But just that impact force could shatter internal organs, right?
From the beginning, Light thought the opponent was a spirit medium like him.
Later, became a collaborator of equal status.
Tens of minutes earlier, became an object to look up to.
And now...
Light even began to doubt.
Is this guy the same species as me?
Is this fcking a spirit medium!?*
This can already be considered Superman, right!?
No wonder even the full mobilization of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police was helpless.
Light thought so, but his movements didn't stop at all.
Those dozen Black Dragon Society members holding firearms opposite were also dumbfounded at this time.
They didn't expect that they clearly aimed and fired.
Result: Emptied the clips, but actually didn't kill him?
"Emperor Sutoku."
With Light's command, Emperor Sutoku pounced on those dozen Black Dragon Society members again at extremely fast speed.
While Emperor Sutoku's sharp claws pierced the necks of two enemies, Light also raised his pistol, pointing the dark muzzle at the eyebrow of one enemy.
Bang.
After a gunshot, the bullet accurately pierced the eyebrow of that Black Dragon Society member.
As the son of the Police Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief and aspiring... no, formerly aspiring to join the police force, Light naturally used the convenience brought by his father's identity to receive special training related to firearms shooting at the police internal shooting range.
Just as he wanted to pull the trigger again, he heard a Suona sound coming from behind.
Toot toot toot toot~
Light didn't turn his head immediately but pulled the trigger without hesitation. Every bullet fired hit the vital point of an enemy.
With the cooperation of Emperor Sutoku, he finally killed all enemies opposite within three seconds.
Only then did he turn around, looking at Yoru holding the black Suona and starting to play again, saying, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Itou-kun, what is the meaning of this?"
Yoru put down the Suona in his hand and smiled.
"I thought you looked a bit handsome, so I gave you a BGM. How was it?"
Light shook his head with a dumbfounded smile, thinking what time is it? Not filming a TV drama; need to add BGM to fight scenes?
Just recalling the Suona sound just now, although he didn't want to admit it, he still answered honestly.
"You don't say, the tune you played just now really made my blood boil a bit."
"Of course."
Yoru looked confident.
"This is the Guren no Yumiya (Crimson Bow and Arrow - AoT OP), Suona adaptation version."