The situation grew increasingly tense, as the Buddhist temple was filled with noise that seemed ready to lift the roof.
Kawashima Miki moved to the corner, sitting on the floor. Her bright eyes were constantly following the figure of Fujiwara Reya, and beneath the black mourning clothes, her slender neck was exposed, showing the face of a stunning beauty.
A flash of white light split through the air, followed by a thunderous explosion.
Just two meters away from her, a bald man wielding a katana was striking at Fujiwara Reya from behind.
In the slightly trembling atmosphere, the rain was pouring heavily. Kawashima Miki looked at that back, her small fists tightly clenched, body slightly leaning forward, in a stance like a hunting mother leopard.
She did not intend to help Fujiwara Reya.
Such a posture was merely for self-defense.
At one corner, Kasahara Fumi had already crouched, ready to strike at any moment.
