Kaze no Stigma:Volume1 Chapter4

Chapter 4 - Returning to Visit, and Then―― (帰参、そして――)

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When a distance of about 10 meters away from the front door.

“K, Kazuma!?”

Facing the embarrassed door guard’s cry, Kazuma distantly looked with condescension.

(Too Slow.)

Really laid-back, in this unsafe time period where there should be a high alert, at this kind of distance and unable to be responsive is really useless to such an unforgivable state.

But, after this the reaction speed is fairly good. Hearing the guard’s sounds of alert, jutsu practitioners waiting in various locations fly out.

After about 10 seconds, Kazuma is already surrounded by 10 or more jutsu practitioners.

“Call forth the Suzerain.”

Kazuma, absolutely ignoring the killing intent from all directions, arrogantly commanded.

“Hearing and complying with the summon, then I will feel very grateful.”

(Appears to be looking for a fight.)

Even though knowing doing so is useless provocation, but completely have no will to control it. Actually should say, that Kazuma suddenly became angry.

Not long after returning to Japan, unhappy situations constantly approach. Brought into a conflict of Kannagi Clan and someone else. Ambushed by don’t know whom, right in front of own eyes Ren gets captured. In order to inform this incident, swear won’t ever get into situations of Kannagi main family.

All this has stressed Kazuma’s nerves, resulting in his extreme annoyances. No matter whom, would like to beat the crap out of. This kind of mental situation cannot be explain in one line, but Kazuma is currently residing in this kind of mental state.

Furthermore right here there is, idiots asking him, please hit me, even lining up waiting such, Kazuma certainly cannot let go of this opportunity. Breaking this confrontation, among all one idiot steps forward. Maybe it is somebody recognizable, but Kazuma now doesn’t not have the “American time” or the need to go recognize each one of them.

“In this extraordinary time period, you think that you can stand in front of us and begged for mercy…?”

That kind of words, look like fighting to the death trying to control the about to erupt fury.

Not trying to waste time, Kazuma slowly opened his mouth and said.

“Although I said to summon the Suzerain… but it seems like it wasn’t heard?”

“Kisama!” (You!)

Crrackk!

Sounds like a blunt object, angrily firing away fireball jutsu practitioners all didn’t see the like a giant using an uppercut punch sent into the air. The chin was pummeled to pieces, in the strength less to open mouth, spitting out blood mix with broken teeth. (! )

Among the jutsu practitioners have begun to disbelieve and retreat. They, with regards to Kazuma’s attack method, never have seen it before. But also realize that the battle has begun, starting to collect the fighting spirit.

Of course the goal of Kazuma visit isn’t for fighting. Just act that this world would be better off is those idiots were to die — — seems like someone inside his mind continuously to say. Kazuma let that voice persuade him and forget about what should be done.

[Fist of Air] — — blocks of air that are highly compressed, using speed of sound and sent forth. The instance of the contact, about 100 points of air compressed into 1 point instantaneously — —pointing to a certain direction — — recoiling to original state and at same time the strength of that force far exceeding a professional boxer’s finishing blow. The jutsu practitioners couldn’t do anything, one after another was knocked down.

Then continuing combos — — attacking targets without regards to accuracy air bombs in the general direction, digging up the surface, fracturing the wall. The people that were standing were completed knocked down and left laying on the ground.

Kazuma still has his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, standing there all alone. People that are able to stand and stop him are no where to be found.

The jutsu practitioners are all knocked down on the ground; some have broken lower jaws, some with sunken noses that continuously spew out blood, some moaning about with serious internal damage. Laying around in many different positions, but the common point is that all have no fighting capabilities remaining.

Even though knocking down this 10 or so jutsu practitioners didn’t even take 30 seconds, but Kazuma’s expression did not have the feeling of arrogance. Simply accepting this landslide difference in strength this kind of thing happening is logical certainty.

But, that expression unexpectedly became pensive.

“…Doh…”

Not seeing an uninjured person, Kazuma finally realize that he had committed a deadly mistake.

“Thought carefully, then communicate clearly to these people then this kind of situation would not have happened…”

Before this a phone call would probably accomplished. Also, there is no need to talk directly with the Suzerain. Even if suddenly meet up, in a short time won’t know what to say. This time is only because Ren was captured in front of his own eyes, making him waver, also — —

“Also I, would very like to come back, huh?”

This place in the past where I called home, already abandoned the place I returned.

Kazuma shakes his head, breaks the thought pattern, fearing deepening questing will recall of a quite unhappy answer.

“Hey, wake up. Don’t leisurely sleep on me!” <!—-don’t sleep on my watch, don’t sleep leisurely on my watch. Adverbs in dialogue are weird. -->

Kazuma in order to change mood, yelled and kicked the less hurt and younger jutsu practitioner. But, the jutsu practitioner weakly opens the eyes and slow closes them, seems to realize extreme pain so allowing Kazuma do what he likes.

“— — Damn!”

Kazuma abhorrently throws him away then, walks toward the main door. Directly, even if the ground has jutsu practitioner lying around without care stepping on and moving forward.

The door has already opened; because the people that opened the door have been defeated, an opened door is a logical thing. And that place has compared to before more than two times the amount of jutsu practitioners waiting.

At the same time Kazuma stands in front of the door, at the same time 30 lines of fire lines arrive to kill.

Honng!

That kind of enormous amount of heat, transformed into plasma completely surrounds Kazuma. The light from the heat seems to burn even the eyes, jutsu practitioners believe that they have already won.

(We killed him!)

(If like this and still not dead then — —)

(— — already is not human!)

But then in the quitting fire, they saw something that they cannot believe.

“Wh, What?”

Surrounded by the bluish/greenish white flame, Kazuma safely stands inside.

“So boring…”

Kazuma without elaborate procedures waves his hand, removes the collected strength of 30 people’s fires. The strength of the fire and heat completely could not harm a single hair of Kazuma.

“Impossible… That guy is a youma god… ?”

Now the jutsu practitioners were so shocked that it appears that they even have forgotten about breathing. If looked calmly, they might be able to see, the matter separating Kazuma and the flames, is a thin layer of air.

High level jutsu-shi, can surpass the laws of physics. No matter if its enjutsu-shi or fuujutsu-shi, igniting a fire where there is no oxygen, blocking the heat transfer in the air is not impossible.