Disciple of a Demonic Cult 

Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

The Sword Deity in Tokyo

Hayato was totally stunned by his words. "You're going down?"

At this moment, Hayato no longer cared whether Ryoto was a murderer or not. He walked to the side of the arbor and looked down the cliff. The bottom of the cliff was nothing but pitch-black darkness. If it was during the day, he would have felt dizzy at such a high altitude. Fortunately, it was night time now and everywhere was in complete darkness.

"Yes." Ryoto Amagasaki nodded his head solemnly. "I've got a feeling that Daisuke must be somewhere in a cave located in the middle of the mountain. Most probably he is in danger and is trapped inside. Or, he could have died inside the cave. This might be the reason why the police and everyone in Kobayashi Village could not find him for the past two days."

Hayato was at a loss for words now. He suddenly remembered a caustic quote from Mark Twain: "Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't."

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