Part 4: kill the naitkor? -part2-

With cold, sharp eyes...

"Yes, I'm Naitkor. And if you so much as twitch again, I'll blow your head off."Maya's voice cut through the air like a blade.

She had just fired a warning shot—straight into the wall next to Epsilon's head.

That wasn't panic.

That was control.

Her aim was precise. Her stance was confident. She knew exactly how to handle herself—and more importantly, how to handle that gun.

There was no longer any doubt.

This girl was Naitkor.

With a cold, subtle smile...

Epsilon responded in kind.No more hiding. No more secrets.

If his opponent was truly Naitkor, then there was no reason to hold back.He was here to kill, after all.

Silence fell for three seconds.

Then—without hesitation—Epsilon raised his gun and fired two shots.

BOOM. BOOM.

"W-What?! Are you serious?!"Maya jumped to the side, avoiding both bullets with ease. Her voice, though laced with tension, still carried that silly, Baka-style tone.

"Does he know I've never killed anyone before?! This is bad…"

Still airborne, she twisted mid-jump and landed with perfect balance. Her expression turned serious—even if it still looked a little too childish for the moment.

Epsilon landed as well, flipping backward and creating distance between them.

The space he left—wide and clean—revealed something unusual.

This room wasn't just a hotel room.

It was a battlefield.

His instincts flared.

"Wait… this was supposed to be a normal assassination, right?""No. Judging by how she dodged those shots, there's no way this is an ordinary target.""The Organization… did they plan this? Is this a setup?""She's dressed like a maid—that must be why I couldn't sense a strong presence earlier. This whole place… it was cleared out in advance. Prepared for this exact fight."

He narrowed his eyes, scowling in frustration.

"Tch. I hate it when the Organization sends me out without giving me the full picture…"

But of course, the Organization knew just how sharp Epsilon's mind was.They didn't need to tell him everything—because they knew he'd figure it out on his own within seconds.

"I'll stop you… you Organization dog!"

Maya opened fire, starting the exchange.

Each time she pulled the trigger, Epsilon either deflected the bullet with his mini-sword, or dodged it with impossible speed.

Her movements were fast—light and agile—but his defense was flawless.

They clashed again and again in the confined space. Sparks flew. Bullets ricocheted. Shadows darted and danced across the room.

But something was wrong.

"If this keeps up," Epsilon thought, "we'll be stuck in this standoff forever. Eventually, someone will report the noise. The Blue Police will show up."

"And if they get involved, this mission is over."

"Worse… if they see my face, the Organization will deny everything. They'll claim they didn't authorize me."

"They didn't warn the police. That much is obvious. That means I have to wrap this up... now."

He exhaled deeply.

Then...

He stopped moving.

"Huh?"Maya hesitated. "What's he doing...?"

Epsilon slowly raised his arm, pointed toward the ground, and muttered in a low, ominous voice:

"RA~~~Y~M!!!"

That single word…

It shook the air.

Maya's expression changed completely.

She knew what that word meant.

"W-Wait… Is he serious?! Is he actually—?"

At first, she wasn't sure.

Was he just trying to scare her? Intimidate her?

But then—

It happened.

A crimson vapor began to rise from Epsilon's skin—seeping out from every pore. It swirled around him, thick and unnatural. It didn't burn like fire… it pulsed like rage.

"Is that… vapor?""No… it's too dense. Too dark. What the hell is this?!"

Yes.

He had said it.

Raym.

The Raym Energy.

The Raym Killing Technique.

This was a name we've heard before, wasn't it? Back in front of Mr. Dono's blacksmith shop—when the trainee described it as something only true killers could use.

Epsilon's body began to shift.

His muscles tensed. His frame grew tighter—stronger—like a sculpted statue of pure destruction.

Was it some kind of armor?

No…

This was something else.

His body itself had been reinforced by the Raym energy.

"T-This is insane!!"Maya gasped, stepping back in fear."R-R-R-R-Raym VAPOR?! Are you serious?! Is this for real?! Shitshitshitshit! Am I actually fighting a Deadly Character?!"

Her knees nearly buckled as the pressure filled the room.

Epsilon raised his weapon, slightly to the left. His voice was low—but clear:

"Raym Split—Ketsuro."

In a flash, the crimson vapor condensed on his right arm, forming sharp streaks of energy across his skin. Then, without warning—

His gun, Moon Soul, began to absorb the vapor.

The way it fused with the energy…

It was unnatural.No normal weapon could do that.

This gun—Moon Soul—wasn't just unique.

It was alive.

(Humans… they're weak. But with this kind of power… are they really still human?)

Epsilon didn't hesitate.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Three shots—rapid fire.

The bullets, cloaked in glowing Raym vapor, tore through the air like guided meteors. They were faster. Stronger. Sharper than anything Maya had seen before.

SCRATCH.

"S-Shit!"

She hadn't been slow…

But she still got hit.

A bullet grazed her arm. Another, her leg.

They were just scratches—but they were deep enough to hurt.

Her breathing was sharp, but she stood her ground.

She hadn't slowed down.

She hadn't slipped up.

But Epsilon had evolved.

She was fast…

But he was a monster now.

And yet—Maya didn't back down.

Despite the pain.

Despite the pressure.

Despite the fear gnawing at the edge of her heart.

She kept her grip tight.

She stayed focused.

Could Maya actually lose this fight...?Is this how it ends? Is the restaurant girl… the legendary Naitkor… really going to die here, under the weight of Epsilon's deadly force?