Type-Moon Assassination Fist 15
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 15
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 15 Hollow Doll
“What happened inside? Why so loud?” The security personnel, drawn by the commotion outside the restroom, pushed open the door and found a room reminiscent of one hit by typhoon, with monsters standing and bodies lying on the floor.
His rational mind collapsed immediately upon seeing such an incomprehensible sight; his fear made him panic, reaching for his gun trembling hands, stammering incoherently at the mouth of the monster Dead Apostle.
Upon discovering its true form, the horror made it spit, spewing a massive body towards the security personnel.
“Don’t! Don’t come over!” Seeing the monster charge at itself, fear overwhelmed him; he fired in self-defense.
He pressed the trigger continuously until all bullets were expended, the emptying of the clip producing a faint ticking noise. Despite this relentless effort, the monster’s defenses remained impenetrable.
Even Kuzuki’s non-human level attacks failed to faze Dead Apostle; its massive body ignored even the simplest weapons and ammunition.
The bullets produced small holes in the floor, which began to leak out bullets one after another, clattering to the ground.
“Healing is very energy-intensive; one by one, it’s impractical to resist such overwhelming power differences.” The fear that had forgotten how to escape was captured by the monster.
With a motion resembling twisting off bugs, the large hand held the security personnel’s head in place while gently turning it. The head was lifted, and the corpse in its hand was placed near its mouth for what felt like drinking blood.
The corpse was left dry and lifeless before being discarded; Dead Apostle turned to face him. “Your turn, little monster.”
Upon realizing the surrounding situation, its expression stiffened with anger.
Where could one possibly see Kuzuki anymore? He had vanished without a trace…
“Evil! Little monster! Your plan went awry; you’re running away to infinity, I’ll find you!”
Roar!
The monster’s roars echoed throughout the building, causing everyone nearby to pause and question their ears.
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In the shadows of the building’s back, behind the reach of streetlights in a narrow alley.
Using ventilation pipes to escape, Kuzuki emerged from darkness, wearing an incomplete upper body with one arm missing.
Hearing the monster’s roars made him furrow his brow; the sound itself revealed a strong sense of unwillingness and defiance.
He turned his head and looked at the skyscraper surrounded by lights and wine. Nothing seemed out of place.
Against a wall in a narrow alley, Kuzuki stood silently for several seconds, counting mentally.
One, two, three… six hundred one.
Ten minutes passed.
If the monster had any traceability, it should have been here already to verify whether the Dead Apostle has any traceability. Kuzuki was waiting for that purpose.
But now he hasn’t come yet. Either it doesn’t have traceability or…
“Being human-like at first, and using terms like plans… this shows the monster found its place in human society temporarily.” When the monster first appeared, it did so as a human-like being, and during battle, it had said words such as plans. This proves that human-like identity is useful to it, something it shouldn’t discard.
After major accidents, as someone with social status, being controlled and protected becomes normal.
He takes out the glasses from the pocket of the jacket, put them on, and start walking out.
From now on.
He is free.
The task has been completed. It’s time to leave The Group. Since he decided to leave, returning to report or going back home isn’t an option anymore.
What should I do? Or where should I go?
Kuzuki hesitated and stood in place, looking at the dark sky with thoughtful steps.
There’s nothing special to do or places to go. Nothing important to reach.
The person he set out to guide himself now has completed all his life goals. Now it’s time for him to follow his own path. He was always told to move forward, but when he had freedom, he felt a bit uncertain about himself.
Of course, not wanting to go back to his past life isn’t the issue. The question is, what should I do next?
His heart is empty.
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Those were a group of night tour misfits, their smirkingly and gleefully looking over the girl in the center.
The expressions on those surrounding the girl displayed no signs of fear; their blank expressions seemed hollow, as if they were dolls.
“Oh, come on! Let’s talk about this! This guy is supposed to be a genius, but he acts like an animal being controlled by me!” A misfit with yellow hair and pierced ears called out in a smug tone, approaching his companion.
Beside him, someone was making a noise: “Oh! Oh, this isn’t the Asagami family’s eldest daughter? Keita, have you caused any trouble?”
Keita waved dismissively: “Relax, she doesn’t care about us. Don’t worry.”
He pulled the girl’s hair forcefully and made her look up. “You should tell them, little sister, you’re just having fun with us.”
The girl didn’t seem to notice how hard his hand was gripping her hair; she simply said: “Please stop, it hurts.”
“Oh, Keita, have you already played enough? How does it feel?”
“Not yet. But this guy doesn’t seem to care about anything else right now, haha! Let’s play later.”
“Curses…” The girl grabbed his shoulder with her long hair and said: “Really? This is not your style at all!”
“Oh, come on! I’ve been nervous for a long time. The first time I tried to steal from her, I thought I’d get caught, but it didn’t happen. The second time I approached her, just to scare her, I punished her really badly… but nothing happened. From then on, I know that whatever I do to her won’t make a difference. This is the third time; let’s have some fun!”
Those around him laughed maniacally: “Let’s take her to the party together! This kind of thing should be shared with everyone. Hahaha…”
Thud-thud.
Footsteps echoed down the street, interrupting their current chaos.
“Who’s over here? Get out!” The group of misfits roared in anger.
A figure appeared from behind a lamp, and the light cast by it revealed a calm, distant face.
It was Kuzuki.
He thought about his next steps while meandering aimlessly, occasionally hearing some noise in the distance without really caring.
After realizing there was only him and Kuzuki, he turned to mock someone: “What are you doing out here? A drunk uncle?!” He waved at a pair of glasses on his head, which apparently made Kuzuki lose some authority.
Kuzuki watched them with cold, unyielding eyes; he had no interest in anyone except the girl in the center.
It would make one think of a beautiful doll-like woman with an air of calmness that’s slightly somber but also pure in heart.
The empty expression on her face is hauntingly clear.
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