Chapter 600: 204. Son-in-law hits mother-in-law... right? _4
The pressure around suddenly eased.
Fujiwara Reya felt that his opportunity had come.
He lowered his eyelids, gazing at the myriad mountain peaks, his fingertips slowly brushing over the blade.
The Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword trembled slightly.
A high-pitched dragon’s roar emitted from the sword.
In the ink-colored mountains, a domineering and fierce sword intent suddenly appeared, cleaving downward.
The mountains composed of Yomi ghostly energy collapsed and shattered under the sword energy.
Izanami’s figure moved gracefully.
Mysterious and unpredictable, she appeared by Fujiwara Reya’s side, lifting a mountain with one hand and smashing it directly towards him.
Fujiwara Reya immediately released the Mountain God’s domain.
He too transformed into a mountain.
Mountain collided with mountain.
With a thunderous crash, rocks shattered and fell, the ink-colored peak was cracked by the opposing mountain. Then he transformed back into a great tengu, wielding the sword to cut, more and more dark ink surged forward, swallowing the sword gleam.
In the sky, clouds gathered, and a heavy rain poured down again.
In the midst of sword and blade light, the rain formed a curtain.
The Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword encountered mountains and split them, encountered water and stemmed it, until it completely lost the drive of demonic power, turning into a white light falling into Fujiwara Reya’s palm. When his slender fingers gripped the sword handle, the rain droplets suddenly bounced away, splattering into a vast mist.
The battle was also gradually approaching its end.
Fujiwara Reya was exhausted, his body covered in minor injuries.
The black and gold royal robe was in tatters, soaked in blood, deepening the heavy sense of tragedy.
On the deck, Mrs. Kasahara suddenly thought of something.
The reason Amaterasu did this might be to allow Fujiwara Reya to effortlessly command respect and become the chairman as a yokai... With this thought, she shifted her gaze, noticing the admiration and sympathy in everyone’s expressions, further solidifying her guess.
High in the sky, Amaterasu yawned.
The scene was very spectacular; it would’ve been better with a bag of seeds to snack on.
"Just about enough."
Izanami raised her hand coldly and struck down.
Fujiwara Reya suddenly looked up.
Amidst the dark clouds, one by one, fierce ghosts charged forward, some with hideous fangs, some with three heads and six arms... their bodies entangled with each other, roaring fiercely.
These were projections of the Yomi Country.
The eerie Yomi aura fell together with the rain.
Each raindrop carried a sharp killing intent, like arrows falling from the sky. If one dared to take them head-on, they’d be riddled with holes.
Fujiwara Reya clenched his teeth tightly.
He closed his eyes, concentrating all his energy on the sword, the sword’s humming suddenly resounding, blending with the pouring rain’s sound echoing throughout the world. He had little strength left, only enough to execute the simplest slash with the smallest movement.
Yet the sword gleam was incomparably bright, like the first light of dawn.
The sword was like dawn, and he was like dawn.
The fierce ghosts collided with the sword.
Then, Fujiwara Reya’s fingertips were made raw and bloody by the vibrating sword hilt.
His body, also unable to bear the burden, fell from high in the sky towards the sea.
Dammit!
Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but curse.
That’s Mother God, one of the rare invincible beings... How to fight her?
As his vision blurred, a dazzling light suddenly floated over, like a flame igniting in the darkness, tracing a bright solitary track.
A pair of hands caught his falling body.
A warm embrace, like the sun.
"Tired?"
"I’m telling you, if you keep watching, I’m going to..."
Fujiwara Reya started to ramble, but Amaterasu placed a finger on his lips.
Holding him, the Great God bent down and kissed his pale cheek, her long dark hair falling onto his neck, with the fragrance of grass and trees.
"Alright, have a nap."
Amaterasu ruffled his hair like she used to when he was a child.
In an instant, as if the rain had stopped and the skies cleared, the world was free of any gloom.
Many of the fierce ghosts beside Izanami dispersed, her two jade-like arms crossed over her chest.
Looking at Fujiwara Reya, who was being held by her daughter, she tore the air expressionlessly.
The sea surface split open into a massive crack, directly revealing the seabed. On the other side of the crack, shimmering lights flowed, vaguely resembling the undulating Aoyama, it was another world... the realm of the dead.
"Next time you’re this weak, I won’t hold back."
After coldly leaving this threat, Izanami’s figure plunged straight into the crack, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Huh, she’s going back already?" Fujiwara Reya’s consciousness began to grow dim, Amaterasu’s enchanting visage reflected in his view, he blinked hard, murmuring: "She battered me so badly, Aunt Amaterasu, aren’t you going to avenge me?"
Amaterasu’s delicate fingers gently pressed to his lips: "If you’re weak, say less, or the Great God will be upset. By the way, the next time you meet Mother God, it won’t be this easy. If you’re so weak, you’ll die miserably."
"Mm..." Fujiwara Reya strained to keep his eyes open, holding onto her waist, unwilling to let go, "Aunt Amaterasu is so warm, just like when I was little..."
"I said, don’t talk!"
Hearing Fujiwara Reya’s words, Amaterasu’s lips curled slightly upwards, but soon returned to calm.
Back on the deck, she laid Fujiwara Reya down, saying nonchalantly: "Let go."
"Okay."
Fujiwara Reya released his hands from around her waist.
"Good boy."
Amaterasu smiled and patted his hair.
Fujiwara Reya relaxed internally, and his vision immediately went dark.
The mental effort he strained to maintain dissipated, and with a sigh of relief, the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword slipped from his hand, clattering onto the deck, and he fainted in an instant.
"Fujiwara!"
Kawashima Miki was the first to rush over.