"You're not allowed to leave! I paid you to protect me! You're not allowed to get out!"
This is so annoying. Kashuu Kiyomitsu glanced at the man, whose face was even more grotesque due to the contortion. Years of professional ethics kept telling him not to get angry or hit people, so he could only clench his fists and continue to lean against the door like a statue.
"Too far! No way! You should be protecting me closely! You shouldn't be letting me get hurt!" Kashuu Kiyomitsu's eye twitched. As someone who was extremely vain, he really hated this cowardly display of being scared out of his wits. If it weren't for the mission, he probably would have shot him to death already. He squeezed the pistol at his waist, gave a forced smile, and took two steps, refusing to move no matter how much the fat man shouted.
"Hotaru, have you found the sniper yet?" Akashi Kuniyuki asked in a deep voice over the radio.
"No, there's an audio interference device; the sniping position we were in just now was wrong." Hotarumaru's voice was somewhat heavy. Clearly, the reconnaissance was unsatisfactory.
"Looks like we've run into a professional this time. This is really troublesome." Akashi Kuniyuki drawled out, sounding quite dissatisfied.
Kashuu Kiyomitsu looked down, fiddling with his fingers. His expression was calm, but a sense of unease lingered within him, a feeling that had been building since the start of the mission, like a persistent, unsettling cloud. He looked at his nails, the color he'd bought a few days ago when he went out with Yamato no Kami Yasusada—a vibrant, pale red, like fresh blood, exactly the color for tonight. Thinking of this, his thoughts drifted back to that unpleasant parting. Kashuu Kiyomitsu shook his head, trying to banish those thoughts from his mind, telling himself that since he was saying goodbye to that guy, he shouldn't dwell on it. He'd wash those nails off when he got back.
"Knock knock knock".
Just as he was lost in thought, there was a sudden knock on the door. The fat man immediately cowered like a startled bird, and everyone was on high alert. Because he was afraid there might be a sniper, the fat man refused to leave the building, insisting on waiting until all the assassins were caught. Left with no other choice, Kashuu Kiyomitsu and his group of bodyguards chose an inconspicuous guest room, which was surrounded by layers of security, with infrared detectors installed all around.
Seeing no response from inside, the person outside knocked a few more times, as if striking everyone's heart. Kashuu Kiyomitsu frowned, drew his pistol, and prepared to open the door to check, but before he could take a step, the fat man immediately shouted, "You're not allowed to go! Let my bodyguard go!" Hearing the man's voice was hoarse and desperate, Kashuu Kiyomitsu could only roll his eyes, step in front of the man, and gesture for his bodyguard to go and see what was going on.
After receiving the signal, the bodyguard walked a few steps to the door, looked through the peephole, and then turned back with a sigh of relief, saying, "It looks like the cleaning staff."
"Get rid of them! Get rid of them!"
After receiving the order, the bodyguard seemed to intend to open the door a crack and refuse the other party out. This seemingly ordinary action did not seem wrong to anyone, but the moment Kashuu Kiyomitsu opened the door, his inner unease was amplified to the extreme, and alarm bells went off in his head. He hurriedly tried to stop him, but it was too late. There was a soft "thud," and the bodyguard holding the doorknob slowly slid to the ground. It was the sound of a silenced pistol.
"Protect—!" Kashuu Kiyomitsu shouted immediately. The next second, he raised his Glock 18, ready to kill the person who came in. But the moment he saw the person who opened the door, Kashuu Kiyomitsu's finger on the trigger froze. He looked up in disbelief, his pupils contracted, and all he could see in his iris was the handsome face of the person wearing the janitor's cap.
Because that was the face he had been looking at for five whole years.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada looked rather comical at that moment, wearing an ill-fitting cleaning uniform with the top few buttons askew, the trouser legs ripped in several places, and his hat worn askew. Normally, Kashuu Kiyomitsu would have certainly given him a good laugh, but now, he couldn't utter a single word. His mind went blank, and he stood there stiffly, his hand still in the firing position, though the bullet never left the barrel.
But his inaction didn't mean the others were the same. The fat man's eyes widened in terror as he directed his bodyguards to quickly subdue the other man. A group of burly men, armed with weapons, rushed towards Yamato no Kami Yasusada. Seeing their ferocious appearance, Kashuu Kiyomitsu seemed to realize what was happening and instinctively wanted to rush over to save them. However, before he could even make a move, he was deterred from taking another step by Yamato no Kami Yasusada's cold, indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at a dead man.
This was a fight with no suspense whatsoever. Despite still wearing his cumbersome and ridiculous sanitation worker's uniform, it didn't hinder Yamato no Kami Yasusada's movements in the slightest. Dodging, rolling, loading, firing—a series of actions as fluid as flowing water. With a few "thuds," the men at the front fell to the ground. Someone lunged forward to grab him from behind, but before he could get close, Yamato no Kami Yasusada pulled out an M1911 from his left hand and snapped his leg. Undeterred, the man tried to move again, but Yamato no Kami Yasusada fired a shot through the man's forehead with his right hand, then pulled the trigger with his left, sending him to meet his maker through the temple.
By the time Kashuu Kiyomitsu came to his senses, only the three of them remained standing in the room. He didn't know what expression to make; his mind was a complete mess. Everything that was happening now seemed like a fantasy, and in an instant, everything he had ever known had been shattered to pieces by Yamato no Kami Yasusada's shots.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada remained silent, the gun in his left hand sheathed, leaving only one in his right. Even he was slightly out of breath after the fierce fight, but despite his heaving chest, Yamato no Kami Yasusada stared intently at the man a meter away, his face ashen. The massacre just now, ostensibly to eliminate an enemy, felt more like an act of venting anger. The worst-case scenario was laid bare before him; he had so many questions to ask, yet he didn't know where to begin. He knew only that it was all over—both the mission and his relationship with Kashuu Kiyomitsu.
The atmosphere froze for a moment. The two men stood frozen, guns in hand, their eyes fixed intently on each other. But they had clearly forgotten about the terrified fat man cowering in the corner.
"Don't kill me—! Please don't kill me—!"
The screams made the two already flustered men furrow their brows. The next second, they both raised their hands simultaneously. Kashuu Kiyomitsu fired a bullet at the fat man's feet as a warning, while Yamato no Kami Yasusada, without turning his head, shot the bodyguard who was hiding among the corpses trying to sneak out, knocking him to the ground. After the two shots, deathly silence returned.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada knew his time was running out, and such a commotion would surely cause a disturbance. He clenched his fists, preparing to speak, but the next instant, he saw Kashuu Kiyomitsu's previously tense expression suddenly change. Before Yamato no Kami Yasusada could react, he was immediately tackled to the ground. The next second, a crater was left where he had just stood.
A sniper! Yamato no Kami Yasusada's eyelids twitched.
"What are you doing, Kashuu?!" At that moment, Keimaru's surprised voice came through Kashuu Kiyomitsu's radio. Faced with his senior's question, he didn't know how to answer. He just saw the infrared aiming and his body reacted subconsciously.
It's all so chaotic, absolutely chaotic. Everything seems to be in disarray, both tonight and in this world.
Kashuu Kiyomitsu flipped off Yamato no Kami Yasusada, ignoring the other's surprised expression, turned around, grabbed the fat man in the corner, and ran out. Luckily, the fat man weighed over 200 pounds was lifted up by him like a chicken.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada realized that the man was trying to run away. He knew Kashuu Kiyomitsu all too well; the man was like an ostrich, burying everything in his heart and afraid to face anything. On the surface, he appeared arrogant, but in reality, he was delicate and sensitive, and would retreat into his protective shell at the slightest provocation. Yamato no Kami Yasusada scrambled to his feet, and in the blink of an eye, Kashuu Kiyomitsu had already dashed out the door. He didn't care about being exposed; he mustered all his strength and rushed after him.
Kashuu Kiyomitsu knew that Yamato no Kami Yasusada's target wasn't this fat man. Although he inwardly refused, in order to complete the mission, he still threw the hindrance into a storage room halfway there and turned to run towards the roof. According to the original plan, the backup was on the roof; once he got there, he would definitely be able to shake off Yamato no Kami Yasusada.
In truth, Kashuu Kiyomitsu knew he should be thinking more deeply about things like their identities, their motives for getting close, and their uncertain future. But these conflicting thoughts were overwhelming, leaving him at a loss. He didn't even dare to think about how the past five years had passed—how they had deceived each other for so long. What about their vows of eternal love, the intimate moments during sex, the sweet words spoken in moments of passion? The deeper he thought, the more horrified he became. He needed peace and quiet. And the most urgent thing was to escape this place, to escape Yamato no Kami Yasusada.
He recalled his instinctive protectiveness just now, and felt even more overwhelmed.
But he clearly underestimated Yamato no Kami Yasusada and underestimated how clingy this guy was. Just as Kashuu Kiyomitsu was about to push open the rooftop door, a loud shout came from behind him. He instinctively turned around and saw Yamato no Kami Yasusada panting heavily, pointing a gun at him.
"You're not getting away, Kashuu Kiyomitsu." Yamato no Kami Yasusada approached step by step, gritting his teeth as he spoke. The last name, in particular, was pronounced with extreme cruelty.
In the past, Kiyomitsu Kashuu loved hearing this man recite those words, as if it could give his homeless life a sense of security, and make him look forward to returning home after every brush with death, because he knew he had a home, and there were people waiting for him there. But now, it all seems so ridiculous.
Thinking of this, Kashuu Kiyomitsu felt somewhat indignant. Although he sometimes felt guilty for his concealment, now that this person was also lying to him, there was nothing to feel guilty about.
"What, you have to be able to catch him first?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu sneered, seemingly unafraid of the gun in the man's hand, and pushed the door open directly.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada gripped his gun tightly. He knew that Kashuu Kiyomitsu knew him all too well; he seemed absolutely certain that Yamato no Kami wouldn't pull the trigger. Seeing Kashuu Kiyomitsu enter the rooftop, Yamato no Kami Yasusada's heart tightened, and he quickly followed. Just as he reached the door, he heard the deafening roar of a helicopter overhead. Looking up, he saw Kashuu Kiyomitsu already climbing the rope ladder.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada raised his gun again, roaring and calling Kashuu Kiyomitsu's name once more. He slightly pulled the trigger, knowing that at this distance, this shot would surely bring the man down.
In the end, Yamato no Kami Yasusada lowered his gun. He looked at Kashuu Kiyomitsu, who was clinging to the rope ladder and staring at him. The person who had shed his disguise seemed to overlap with his encounter with him in the nightclub five years ago. It was something familiar to Yamato no Kami Yasusada, something that made his heart pound—a dangerous, captivating, and fatally alluring beauty.
The helicopter quickly disappeared from sight. Yamato no Kami Yasusada slammed his fist on the door frame beside him and muttered "Damn it" under his breath, but it was unclear who he was cursing.
-TBC.
Chapter Six 06
"Bang--!"
The bullet was forcefully ejected from the chamber, its metallic tip violently rubbing against the air. A dull thud followed, leaving a small but noticeable mark on the target. Yamato no Kami Yasusada didn't dwell on the less-than-ideal result, silently continuing to load the next bullet. Loading, cocking, firing, reloading—he repeated the same series of actions like a robot. His eyes behind his goggles appeared calm, but only he knew the true turmoil within.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada knew all too well that holding a gun was the worst thing one could do when emotionally unstable—it was a major taboo in their line of work. But at this moment, he could only vent his turbulent emotions in this inappropriate way.
A full day had passed since the last mission, and twenty-four hours had gone by since Kashuu Kiyomitsu's true identity was discovered. Yamato no Kami Yasusada didn't even know how he had managed to evacuate from the rooftop and rejoin the main force that night. He paid no attention to Izumi no Kami's ramblings about how the mission had failed; his mind was a jumble as Yagen Toushirou cleaned his wounds. Only when someone reminded him did he realize it was time for everyone to go home. Normally, this would be the most joyful moment of the day, but now it was torture. Yamato no Kami Yasusada knew that given Kashuu Kiyomitsu's personality, he wouldn't have gone back that night, and he wouldn't be in danger of encountering him. But after racking his brains for a long time, he finally ignored Izumi no Kami's rants and brazenly occupied his friend's bedroom.
"I should be angry," Yamato no Kami Yasusada thought. A fit of rage would be best, utter fury the ideal, and according to the unspoken ironclad rule of the underworld, if his identity were exposed, he should kill to silence them immediately. If it were anyone else, he would have shot without hesitation, but this was Kashuu Kiyomitsu, a guy who could make even the usually composed Yamato no Kami lose his composure. This was extremely serious. For someone whose hands were already stained with blood, whose very being reeked of death, there was still a lingering hesitation to shoot because of this one person. If this person were a normal citizen, it wouldn't matter, but this person was one of his own, someone who, knowing the wickedness of the human heart in this darkness, questioned the decision he had already made. Having seen so many undercover agents concealing their identities, Yamato no Kami Yasusada felt a chill run down his spine regarding the deep trust they had once placed in each other.
Was that chance encounter all part of a pre-planned scheme? How long has his identity been exposed? What was the purpose of these five years of living together? Was the exposure of his identity during this mission also premeditated? And... is Kashuu Kiyomitsu truly sincere towards him?
These questions are like bubbles in soda, constantly expanding and bursting, causing excruciating pain in the nerves of the brain.
That night, Yamato no Kami Yasusada barely slept a wink. He could hear Izumi no Kami's murmured words in his sleep, interspersed with heavy snoring. Yamato no Kami Yasusada rested his head on his arm, gazing at the hazy night sky through the blinds, letting his thoughts wander, his mind unusually clear. But having spent so many years navigating the underworld, sometimes going two or three days without sleep for a mission was commonplace. So even after a sleepless night, the next morning Yamato no Kami Yasusada still managed to kick the soundly sleeping man off the bed, straighten his clothes, and head to headquarters.
But a night of deep thought didn't make him feel much better. After all, the situation was still worrying. He couldn't hide in Izumi no Kami's house forever; he had to face Kashuu Kiyomitsu and settle things. Yamato no Kami Yasusada dared not tell anyone that his identity had been exposed. Although everyone seemed like a harmonious family on the surface, given the ironclad rules of the underworld, it was uncertain whether they could remain so friendly. Unable to find relief from his worries, he could only sullenly go to the training ground, his mind foggy, oblivious to whether the bullets had hit the targets, stubbornly repeating mechanical actions over and over again. He didn't even dare stay near his team members for a second longer, fearing that an intelligence agent would come and ask if his boyfriend had been at the mission site the previous night.
After loading the last bullet into the chamber, Yamato no Kami Yasusada exhaled a deep breath and raised his hand to aim at the bullseye.
Whether it was from prolonged tension or lack of rest, Yamato no Kami Yasusada's vision blurred for a moment. He blinked, and Kashuu Kiyomitsu's face seemed to appear on the previously round target, his expression as arrogant and domineering as when he was fleeing, his eyes burning brightly. After a long while, Yamato no Kami Yasusada's expression changed as if he had suddenly come to his senses, his hand trembled, and he pulled the trigger. After a shot rang out, he missed the target.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He took off the goggles that were attached to his earmuffs, casually placed them aside along with his gun and magazine, wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and slumped down in the chair behind him, somewhat dejected.
This is terrible, he thought. Where has that once mighty demon king gone?
"I want to break up with him—!"
"No, it's not just about breaking up, I should also issue an arrest warrant for him! How dare he lie to me for so long!"
"No, that's not right. We can't issue an arrest warrant. I should kill this kind of person myself! I can't let someone else have him!"
"No, no, I'd definitely soften up if I saw that guy's face. I should have someone else help me get rid of this bastard!"
Horikawa Kunihiro looked helplessly at Kashuu Kiyomitsu, who was pacing around the room with a face full of resentment, muttering curses under his breath, his handsome face contorted with anger.
He knew that the culprit behind his partner's current volatile and easily triggered behavior was her rumored boyfriend. Although his animalistic intuition told him that something was definitely wrong with that person, he never expected him to be of such a background. No wonder Kashuu Kiyomitsu was furious as soon as he returned, spending several hours accusing Yamato no Kami Yasusada of his crimes.
"Maybe you should try to think more positively?" Horikawa tilted his head, speaking somewhat uncertainly. "Didn't you tell me last time that he was your fake boyfriend, and that you were only together for the sake of the mission? That definitely means you don't really like him. That way, you won't be so heartbroken when you take him down, right?" After saying that, Horikawa nodded as if he thought he made a lot of sense, believing that this would comfort his partner.
However, he forgot about Kashuu Kiyomitsu's proud and arrogant nature. Sure enough, the man, who was originally indignant, couldn't help but choke up upon hearing this, as if he had just remembered the angry words he blurted out because of his dishonesty, and it seemed that they had actually been taken seriously, leaving him in a dilemma. But if he really admitted it, he wouldn't be Kashuu Kiyomitsu, so he quickly composed himself, immediately reverting to his indignant demeanor, and said reluctantly, "Yeah, anyway, I'm not really interested in him."
"I knew it! As expected of our best Kiyomitsu, how could he actually fall for someone like that!" Horikawa thought that this person had really come to terms with it, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "By the way, how about I issue an arrest warrant for you? Kiyomitsu doesn't need to deal with this big liar."
"Ah, this... isn't that a bit much? It's too much trouble!" Kashuu Kiyomitsu never expected Horikawa to be so honest. He couldn't very well say that what he said earlier was just an angry outburst, so he quickly rushed forward to stop him. For the first time, he hated himself so much for always being so stubborn and suffering for it.
The two argued for ages, their brains clearly not working together. Finally, Horikawa, unable to resist his stubbornness, insisted on avenging his friend and put Yamato no Kami Yasusada's name on the wanted list. Meanwhile, his friend Kashuu Kiyomitsu was completely bewildered. He seemed to have forgotten who had just been badmouthing Yamato no Kami Yasusada, even bringing up humanitarianism as an assassin. This finally persuaded Horikawa to compromise and lower the bounty on Yamato no Kami Yasusada to an extremely low amount. Kashuu Kiyomitsu looked at the clearly low price, thinking back to Yamato no Kami Yasusada's agile skills that day, and figured no one would want to cause trouble. Putting him on the wanted list seemed satisfying enough, so he let Horikawa have his way.
Although he clearly forgot that in their line of work, no one would use their real name to carry out an assassination.
After doing all that, Kashuu Kiyomitsu felt much better. He stretched his arms and yawned, only then realizing that he was still at Horikawa's house.
Yesterday's events still feel like a dream, so unreal. One second he was thinking about breaking up with Yamato no Kami Yasusada, and the next second that man was already in his line of sight with a gun—a plot twist as abrupt as a novel. Although he didn't want to admit it, Kashuu Kiyomitsu had indeed chickened out at that moment, so he chose to turn and run. When Mutsu no Kami Yoshiyuki reached out and pulled him down the rope ladder to sit in the helicopter, he was still somewhat dazed and confused.
The image of Yamato no Kami Yasusada brandishing a pistol and shouting at him was still vivid in his mind. Kashuu Kiyomitsu himself was naturally not afraid of that weapon; he was merely a coward in the eyes of Yamato no Kami Yasusada. No matter how fiercely he spoke, he was nothing but a paper tiger bluffing; in reality, he became a cowardly turtle, unable to utter a sound. Because all of that was just hypocrisy, just an excuse to hide his true thoughts. He knew that if they were truly confronted, with Yamato no Kami Yasusada's intelligence, his own little schemes would be exposed. But now, he didn't know the man's true thoughts; the facade had been shattered, and everything he had previously been certain of was now uncertain. Kashuu Kiyomitsu dared not gamble, because he knew he had already become the loser.
With these feelings in mind, he knew he couldn't go home that night, or rather, he couldn't go home until he had the courage to speak up. Although Horikawa kindly took him in, staying at someone else's house wasn't a long-term solution, and besides, he felt bad about it. So, Kashuu Kiyomitsu decided to go home to get some necessities and then find a place to stay for a while.
"Are you sure you don't need me to come with you?" Horikawa stood at the door with some concern, looking at Kashuu Kiyomitsu, who was squatting in the entryway putting on his shoes.
"Don't worry, that guy definitely won't go back." Kashuu Kiyomitsu tapped the ground with the toes of his shoes, turned around and smiled at his partner. "Besides, even if we do run into him, you know how good I am."
“Then let’s stay in touch. I promise I’ll be there whenever you call.” Horikawa nodded and said, clenching his fist.
OK!
As Yamato no Kami Yasusada inserted the key into the lock, he immediately sensed someone inside. He wasn't sure if it was Kashuu Kiyomitsu or someone else investigating them. If it was the former, that would be fine; if it was the latter, it meant their identities had been exposed, and he would have to strike first.
Silently pushing open the half-closed door, Yamato no Kami Yasusada, Beretta pistol in his right hand, released the safety and crouched low as he slipped through the crack. The furnishings inside seemed unchanged from when he left; even the fruit on the table was the same fruit he'd bought days ago. Yamato no Kami Yasusada straightened up, realizing the chances of anyone else coming had decreased significantly. After all, if it were that kind of investigation, every corner would be thoroughly searched. So that's how it was… He lowered his eyelids, tucked the pistol back into his belt, and tiptoed towards the bedroom.
Before even reaching the door, one could already hear the sounds inside: the clanging of things being moved, someone humming an off-key tune, and a cry of surprise when someone accidentally bumped their head. Yamato no Kami Yasusada took a deep breath before placing his hand on the doorknob and slowly turning it.
For a moment, all was silent.
Inside, Kashuu Kiyomitsu seemed somewhat incredulous, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at Yamato no Kami Yasusada standing in the doorway, his large, crimson eyes wide with disbelief. He was dressed in the simplest short-sleeved shirt and trousers, his bangs sticking to his cheeks with sweat, his hands still awkwardly holding a pile of clothes. Before Yamato no Kami Yasusada could speak, Kashuu Kiyomitsu seemed to suddenly realize what was happening, tossed the clothes aside, and darted towards the window with a long stride.
"Kiyomitsu—!"
Yamato no Kami Yasusada hadn't expected such a strong reaction from this man, not even giving him a chance to speak. In the blink of an eye, Kashuu Kiyomitsu was already scrambling to jump out of the window. Before freefalling, he gave Yamato no Kami Yasusada a fierce glare, then leaned out and landed straight down. Yamato no Kami Yasusada was so frightened that he rushed to the windowsill to look down. Only after seeing the man land lightly against the wall did he breathe a sigh of relief. Then, remembering his purpose, his expression changed, and he quickly imitated Kashuu Kiyomitsu's actions and jumped down as well.
As Yasusada sank down the water pipe into the garden, he had just regained his footing when a silver Jaguar sped out from the bushes. No wonder he hadn't noticed it before; it had been hidden by that guy. Yasusada gritted his teeth, estimated the car's speed, and turned to run deeper into the flowerbed, intending to take a shortcut and stop the car.
Like a 100-meter hurdlesman, Yamato no Kami Yasusada sprinted through various railings and paths, putting all his strength into a frantic run. After stumbling over a few flowerpots and breaking through a bunch of fenced-off monkeys, he finally came face to face with Kashuu Kiyomitsu's car at the fork in the road. The person inside the car was clearly panicked when he saw Yamato no Kami charging towards him, his hands on the steering wheel rapidly, afraid of hitting him. Yamato no Kami Yasusada seized on this mentality, taking a few big strides and then leaping up, nimbly landing on the hood of the Jaguar.
Facing an enlarged human face on the windshield, Kashuu Kiyomitsu gasped, momentarily distracted, and slammed on the brakes. The wheels screeched violently against the ground, and the sudden stop nearly threw Yamato no Kami Yasusada off the road due to inertia.
"Ouch—it hurts so much!" Yamato no Kami Yasusada remained sprawled on the hood of the car in his comical pose, his handsome face slightly contorted with pain.
Seeing this, Kashuu Kiyomitsu couldn't help but feel sorry for the other person, but when he thought about the other person's identity, he immediately frowned, slapped the glass impatiently, and shouted, "Get out of here!"
Yamato no Kami Yasusada gripped the Jaguar's two windshield wipers tightly, afraid of slipping off. Despite his disheveled appearance, he still managed to shout back, "I won't!"
"Then you can just wait to be thrown off!" Kashuu Kiyomitsu sneered, slamming his left foot on the accelerator, sending the car shooting forward like an arrow. Due to the force, Yamato no Kami Yasusada's hands visibly slipped from his grip on the windshield wipers, his high ponytail flying wildly and brushing against his pale cheeks. He stumbled, nearly being thrown off the road.
Kashuu Kiyomitsu felt a pang of pity seeing him like this, but when he looked up and met the guy's eyes, he found that even at this moment, his eyes remained calm and still. His heart sank, and he felt that he had lost the battle emotionally. His right foot, which was on the brake, remained suspended in the air for a long time.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada, who was being battered by the fierce wind outside the car, was clearly not one to sit idly by and wait for death. He gritted his teeth, used all his strength in his hands, and in a flash, the veins on his arms bulged. He rolled over and rolled along the hood to the handle of the roof. With all his might, he pulled hard with both hands and lifted the roof window, then leaped into the car.
"Damn it." Kashuu Kiyomitsu snapped back to reality and tried to quickly close the roof, but it was too late. In his panic, he lost control of the steering wheel, and the car slid erratically forward down the street, the tires scraping the pavement in an S-shape. Fortunately, few people passed through this area, preventing this absurd scene from being discovered.
Yasusada Yamato no Kami, who had finally managed to jump into the car, was jolted dizzy by the sudden drift. He braced himself against the car window with his left hand to maintain his balance, while his right hand suddenly reached out towards the person in the driver's seat.
"Kiyomitsu, calm down! We need to have a serious talk!"
"I'll talk to you, you big dummy!"
Kashuu Kiyomitsu abruptly pulled his hand, yanked open the car door, and tumbled out without regard for the car's speed. The rough gravel stung his cheeks, leaving several red welts. He rolled a few times on the ground in pain before regaining his balance. Panting, he watched the Jaguar speed away in the distance, its car crashing into the bushes. He then staggered to his feet, frowned, dusted himself off, and stumbled towards the street, quickly pulling out his phone to call Horikawa as he ran.
On the other side, Yamato no Kami Yasusada plunged into the bushes along with his car. Fortunately, Kashuu Kiyomitsu managed to brake just before jumping out, and the trees cushioned his fall, preventing him from being injured. He stumbled open the car door, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, and the urge to vomit made him dizzy and lightheaded. He leaned against the car door for a long time before recovering, then sat up and looked around. Sure enough, Kashuu Kiyomitsu was long gone.