novelJinnai Shinobu@Aburatori - Truth (2)
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He sat on her lap and they read through the book together.
"The dog says...woof woof!"
"That's right. Now, Shinobu, what about the car?"
"Vroom vroom."
"Correct. Next...how about soba?"
"Hmm?"
Shinobu turned his head to look at her long black hair.
"I know! Soba goes rustle rustle!"
"Wrong. It goes slippery slippery."
"Ehhh? That doesn't sound right. Ice is what goes slippery slippery!"
My grampa called for Shinobu, so he hopped up from the sexy Youkai's lap and raced out of the Japanese-style living room.
As the Zashiki Warashi closed the book and set it aside, my mom spoke to her while using a cyclone vacuum cleaner.
"He calls us grampa, gramma, dad, mom, Nii-chan, and Nee-chan."
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"To be honest, I wanted him to call me mama or mommy." She pouted her lips."But he was influenced by everyone around him, so the next thing I knew, he was calling me mom. And they all spoil him so much, so the next thing I know, I'm the one that has to stop him as the nagging mother! I want to spoil him too! Besides, I'm the one that went through so much pain giving birth to him!!"
"My condolences. That's all I can say....Ow, ow, ow! Where do you think you're sucking at me with that vacuum cleaner nozzle!? What do you mean I sounded like it didn't have anything to do with me? It really didn't have anything to do with-...ow, ow, ow, ow!!"
The loud sound of the vacuum cleaner continued as my mom began some pretty extreme sexual harassment against that Youkai, but then she tilted her head.
"What did my father-in-law want with Shinobu? I doubt he wants him to help in the brewery."
"That's a good question. I have nothing better to do, so I'll go collect Shinobu."
I followed the two of them from the Japanese-style living room and down the hallway to the Western-style one.
"I just wish Shinobu was a little more polite. I'd love to have a cute little child like Nagisa-chan. You know what I mean? You do, don't you!?"
"Yes, yes. Go talk to your husband about that one."
As expected, my grampa was playing with Shinobu during a break in his work.
However...
"Ah ha ha!! Poop, penis, poop, penis, poop!!"
"Wah ha ha ha ha!!"
"Ah."
I averted my gaze from that hopeless scene and looked to the women in the doorway.
My mom and the Zashiki Warashi had an utterly dead look in their eyes.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!???"
I let out a scream, but before I could will my grampa to run away, the women grabbed his arms, shoulders, and head.
Those demons from hell had deep shadows falling over their faces, but their eyes alone shined brightly.
"Father, we need to talk."
"I think someone needs to teach you that there is a limit to everything."
"D-don't be silly!! Dirty words are the standard for kids his age! Right? Right!? You know what I mean, don't you!?"
He franticly tried to escape, but the two women walked down the long, long hallway and vanished.
I've heard of a secret prison cell as one of the Seven Mysteries of the Jinnai House, but surely that isn't true. It's only a story to scare the children, right?
That was when my small gramma showed up.
"Oh, dear. What are you doing here, Shinobu?"
"Grampa was taken away."
"?"
"Poop."
"...I understand completely now. Take that damn old man to the third door!!"
All emotion vanished from her face and then she too disappeared.
What is the third door? Would I be happier not knowing?
Shinobu had nothing to do now that everyone had left, so he began chatting with some Youkai who showed up.
"The word Oni is a mixture of the original Chinese word 'gui' meaning devil and the Japanese word 'on' meaning hidden. It originally referred to all spiritual beings, but due to the influence of Noh and Kabuki, we ended up being muscular, with a punch perm, horns, and a tiger stripe loincloth! They forced that image onto us and now they tell the oni to leave because we're scary!! How is that fair!? Hmph!"
"Hm? What do you mean they tell the oni to leave?"
"Oh? Does your home only ask the good fortune to come in? Wonderful, wonderful."
The doorbell rang.
I poked my head out into the hallway and saw my uncle answering the door.
The visitor was...Nagisa maybe?
"Oh, it's Shinobu-chan's uncle. G-good morning!"
"(Stab) Unc-...!?"
"Thanks to your advice, uncle, I don't lose to Shinobu-chan in races anymore! Thanks, uncle!!"
"(Stab stab) Unc-... O-oh...is that so? You're here for Shinobu, aren't you? Wait just a second. Heyyy!"
The repetition of the word uncle caused all the more psychological damage when combined with that innocent smile, but my high school aged uncle managed to shout for Shinobu.
Based on their previous behavior patterns, Shinobu and Nagisa were most likely going to play in the large yard. And I wasn't going to get much information while they were having fun.
Shinobu had started seeing Nagisa home every time though, and he stopped by a lot of places on his way back. That of course included the Aburatori's forest.
"It might not be a bad idea to make a visit there."
I had been thinking all night.
If I was seeing the truth behind the Aburatori incident, then there were only two major possibilities.
One: The Kaeshigami ritual to make the Aburatori harmless ends in failure.
Two: Someone was lying.
Perhaps Hyakki Yakou's Kaeshigami ritual would not actually make the Aburatori harmless or perhaps the Aburatori was not as cooperative as he was letting on.
"..."
Was one of those Hyakki Yakou members lying or not? Figuring that out would help a lot. I would be able to decide how to face the situation. Of course, I was only a high school student and I couldn't read their minds from the subtle movements of their eyes or trembling of their lips like some kind of professional profiler, but if I observed them during some especially emotional moment, I might notice something a little off.
I doubted they would make any kind of mistake while working together as Hyakki Yakou. Everything there would be within their expectations and would have settled together like gelatin.
If there was any irregular element, it was the presence of young Shinobu.
Him speaking with and influencing the Aburatori had to be unexpected, even if just slightly. That solidified situation would melt and shift like liquid.
In that case, it had to be when Shinobu contacted the Aburatori or Hyakki Yakou.
Or around that time.
Before and after Shinobu showed up. Before and after Shinobu left. It wouldn't hurt to look out for any changes in their actions or behavior then.
With that in mind, I needed to get to work.
I left the thatch-roof house and walked down the narrow farm road running between the paddy fields. I passed what looked like a fiber-optic workman's van and a flying Ittan-Momen as I made my way to the mountain.
That Youkai stood in front of the cabin today as well.
He may have been able to leave while the Kaeshigami project was ongoing because I seemed to find him there whenever I showed up.
It was a strange feeling since the Aburatori was supposed to be elusive and impossible to catch.
"Hello, visitor. Why are you here so early?"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!???"
Someone suddenly spoke to me from behind in a perfectly casual voice.
I quickly turned around and found Majina, the young man with a monocle and dress suit who claimed to be the leader of Hyakki Yakou. He was smiling.
The Sunekosuri (female) named Ohatsu rubbed up against his shin with an exasperated sigh and Hishigami Shikimi sat in a tree branch with her pale white hair tied back like a giant flower. It had been hard to tell in the darkness the night before last, but her kimono had Hyakki Yakou's symbol on it. She also had something like a musical instrument around her neck.
The Aburatori was one thing, but where were these three spending the nights? They felt like they didn't live actual lives. Or rather, like they appeared from the mist and vanished into the mist.
"What does he think he's doing? While we can't match the technique used, the one using it clearly has no idea what he's doing. It's like handing an idiot a cellphone."
"Now, now, Ohatsu-san. I like this kind of thing. It's been so long since I've been able to speak with someone without having to try to read their hand and watch out for murderous intent."
"You do know you're about to be a father, don't you? You need to support a family, so get rid of that pathetic smile and be a little more cautious."
"A...father?"
I wasn't sure if Majina could hear me or not, but he bashfully scratched at his cheek.
"My wife is near the end of her pregnancy. To be honest, she could give birth at any time now. I'm really not ready for it, though."
"What an awful husband. His wife is suffering and here is out on a business trip."
"You don't understand how scary the maternity ward is for a man, Ohatsu-san! All I can do is wait on the bench, so what am I even supposed to do!? Oh, no. Just thinking about is making my skin crawl...!"
"Honestly, the woman's position there is ten or even a hundred times worse. Don't start crying when all you're doing is watch, you pathetic man."
"I have a hard time believing you know anything about that, Shikimi-san."
"What are you talking about? As the founder of the Hishigami line, I used to have an impressive body. It's just that my eternal youth technique is a little too effective and I shrink on a daily basis."
This conversation did not suit the name Hyakki Yakou in the slightest. My expression just about softened, but then it hit me.
I knew how this would turn out.
In the "present", Hafuri was the leader of Hyakki Yakou.
If a girl of about ten had been forced up to that position, what did that mean for her father here?
They believed in blood, so if someone was forced up to a higher position, it could only mean one thing.
"..."
"Hm? What is it? You look like you're at a funeral."
"He's probably shocked by how pathetic you're acting, " said Ohatsu."Who would ever believe you're the leader of the great Hyakki Yakou?"
"I don't blame him, " added Hishigami Shikimi."The gap in expectations surprised me when I first met him as well."
"I think it's wrong for people to have that frightening image of us to begin with. Maybe we should change our name to Kanai Anzen or Mubyou Sokusai."1
"Everyone would assume we went soft the instant you had a kid, so don't you dare."
It was almost certain that this leader of Hyakki Yakou and his wife were going to die.
I didn't know how they would die, but if it was anything too dangerous, I couldn't assume Ohatsu and Hishigami Shikimi wouldn't be in danger too.
Abandoning them because it was "their destiny" would have been the right thing to do.
Looking at it positively and being glad that the baby inside the wife's belly would survive would have been the right thing to do.
But there was a possibility here.
A single statement from me could change something. Was it truly "right" to stay silent and watch them walk down that dead-end of a path?
We were selfishly interfering with history in order to defeat the Aoandon and protect Japan's future, so I could not afford to change anyone else's history. But who had decided that was the "right" thing to do?
I didn't know what was "right".
Most likely, no one knew.
But.
But!!
"Hyakki Yakou believes in blood. My generation will eventually come to an end and the child in my wife's belly will take over."
Majina seemed to be staring into the distance as he spoke.
He seemed to believe he would be able to hand the baton over to Hafuri once she was fully grown.
"So I want to search out all the distortions and problems in Hyakki Yakou before that happens. I don't want it to be some bloody organization. I want to be able to hand down a warm organization that can coexist with the paranormal without needing to bind it using fear and violence."
This was not a name on a document.
Nor was it someone from the past who had already died, been burned to ashes, and been buried below a gravestone.
Once I looked at it that way, I couldn't resist.
I forced out the voice that I was unsure he could even hear.
"In that case...you can't keep doing things the way you are."
"?"
"In the world I know, the name Majina is nowhere to be found. The leader of Hyakki Yakou is a girl of about ten named Hafuri."
"...I see."
He displayed no obvious killer intent, but neither did he seem frightened or confused.
This young man named Majina simply gave a sad smile.
A single word I spoke must have told him I wasn't joking.
The name "Hafuri" had to only exist in his head at this point.
Hishigami Shikimi spoke fiercely down from the tree.
"See? Didn't we tell you there was an assassination plot in the works?"
"Honestly, when you take naivety this far, it almost becomes an art form. It took a visitor from the future before you actually accepted your death is coming."
"..."
Even as the other two spoke noisily around him, Majina remained silent for a while.
Even if they were hostile to him and even if they were clearly after his life, he may still have seen the people plotting against him as being "one of his own".
Finally, he spoke as if to shake it all off.
"Thank you."
I had no idea how to respond.
I couldn't even decide if I had really done the "right" thing or not.
"But you didn't come all this way just to tell me that, did you? Why did you come here?"
Most likely, this prophecy of the fall of Hyakki Yakou's leaders was beyond unexpected for them, but Majina, Ohatsu, and Hishigami Shikimi did not seem particularly shaken. Neither did the Aburatori.
Did that mean they really were a single group and none of them was deceiving any of the others?
And...
"...?"
"What is it?"
As I looked around in confusion, Majina spoke to me in a puzzled voice.
I could not touch or use things, so I couldn't use a cellphone. It was very inconvenient.
And so I didn't know what time it was.
I thought a fair amount of time had passed since I had arrived here. Nagisa would return home for lunch and Shinobu would head out at the same time, but what had happened today? Had he not visited this place for once?
Things were leaving the normal routine.
Even if it was a minor difference, it still filled my chest with unease.
Yes.
I had only one point of view and I couldn't rewind.
Had I missed some decisive moment?
"Sorry."
"?"
"Sorry! I have to go check on something!! We can talk more later! Bye!"
My impatience grew to worry, my worry grew to fear, and my fear grew to panic.
Did I even have a body here? Did I really need to move my legs? I didn't know, but I still ran as fast as my legs would carry me.
I didn't see Shinobu on the way back, so I ran straight back to the thatch-roof house.
As soon as I approached, a ripple-like omen reached me.
A few Youkai were gathered in the large yard and chatting.
One was a Hitotsume-Kozou, one was a Dorotabou, and one was a Yagyou-san.
"Mh. There seems to be a commotion inside."
"I wonder where Shinobu-chan went..."
"Hmm. I was hoping to beg for some lunch, but it looks like today might not be the best day."
It grew and grew and grew.
The pressure inside me grew past the limit. To reduce the overwhelmingly bad feeling as much as possible, I tried to gather as much information as I could. I didn't bother opening the front door. I stuck my head right through.
Inside, my pale-faced mom was speaking into the house's cordless phone receiver.
The growing pressure inside me burst.
"Yes, yes, yes! As I already told you, we've been receiving threatening letters for a while now. Yes, and today we received a photograph of Shinobu sent from an unknown address. It asked for a bottle of Jinnai Amaterasu Dedication sake to be sent through a specified method....What are we supposed to do? We...ahhh!!"
....................................................................................................................................................................................I screwed up.
That was what I honestly thought.
I had misread the heart of the entire incident. It hadn't had anything to do with the Zashiki Warashi, the Jinnai house, the Aburatori, or Hyakki Yakou. And I had definitely seen hints of it.
The Jinnai Brewery made Japan's...no, the world's highest quality Japanese sake that large criminal organizations needed for their ceremonies. And I knew they were willing to kidnap family members to get it.
They had kidnapped Shinobu.
And hadn't the attacker the day before said he had meant to target Shinobu but had shifted to Hayabusa because of all the Youkai? Shinobu had been a target from the beginning.
But I couldn't make a mistake here. I was here to see the truth of the "Aburatori Incident". That meant anything else was only the trigger.
And a trigger like this did make some sense.
At the very least, the Aburatori was not someone who randomly hurt people. I didn't know what caused it to fail, but he was still stable at this point. It hadn't seemed right to think of him as the villain here.
But what if this trigger were pulled?
The Aburatori had even asked those experts to kill him if the alternative was him killing another child, what if he learned that the child he had tried to protect at the cost of his own life had just been kidnapped? He held the cruelest killing techniques in his hands, so what if he thought to use them to their fullest to counterattack and rescue Shinobu?
He would do it.
It did not matter if it meant the failure of the Kaeshigami that had required the miraculous combination of resisting for nearly nine years and gaining the cooperation of Hyakki Yakou.
It did not matter if that could lead to a hopeless future in which he was eliminated by Hyakki Yakou as the most dangerous of deadly Youkai.
He had been prepared to give up his life in the first place.
He had no reason to hesitate here.
"...What?"
But...
But that meant...!!
"No one was deceiving anyone. Nothing failed. Was he...was the Aburatori really just a normal Youkai who wanted to rid himself of his murderous trait!?"
I didn't know what was "right", but I couldn't just throw away any chance we might have by letting things continue like this.
I turned right around and ran out of the thatch-roof house.
The Youkai hiding on the farm road, in the dry paddy fields, and in the waterways were whispering to each other.
"I am a Nurikabe. Has anyone seen Shinobu-chan?"
"He was kidnapped. The human world is so scary. Even us Tengu have stopped spiriting people away."
"Those damn villains. If I only knew where they were hiding, I'd give them a taste of the hammer of justice."
If they were talking about it, the information had to have spread quite a bit. It was only a matter of time before it reached the Aburatori in the mountains.
When I ran to that elevated clearing, I found someone unexpected there: Nagisa with her large St. Bernard.
She was shouting more at the Aburatori who stood in front of the rotting cabin than she was at Majina or Hishigami Shikimi.
"P-please save Shinobu-chan!! We need your help!!"
"..."
She handed him a photo of young Shinobu that had likely been printed on a home printer.
"Even my dog's nose can't find him. I asked the other Youkai, but they said they don't know where he is! S-so you're the only one left. I don't care who; I just want as many people searching for Shinobu-chan as I can get! So you help too! To save Shinobu-chan!!"
"..."
"I-I know an Aburatori is a scary Youkai. I know you mix up everything in our stomachs and eat it..."
Nagisa lay down on the underbrush covering the ground and spread her arms.
She squeezed her eyes shut and continued shouting.
"But then...you can eat everything in my stomach! I'll do anything if you'll help us save Shinobu-chan! So please save him!!"
Her argument didn't really make sense.
There was no guarantee that Shinobu could be saved with the Aburatori's help and you could hardly expect a Youkai that eats kid's organs to keep his promise after giving him your own organs.
But this must have been the conclusion that her childish mind reached through a variety of strange connections.
He was a symbol of madness and death.
He stood in the place closest to vivid reds and blacks.
He stood at the entrance to all of the world's darkness.
That may have been what the Aburatori looked like to Nagisa. She may have thought anyone who had fallen into the darkness had to obey the will of this gatekeeper, so she may have thought he would save Shinobu's life from that dark abyss if she gave her own life to this Youkai.
"I see..."
This worst of the deadly Youkai picked up on that.
Rather than focusing on the actions themselves, he understood the human feelings that led to those actions.
"Then I will take one thing from your body."
I thought I heard a trigger being pulled.
"I only need to take your tears. You must promise me that you will stop crying if I bring this Shinobu back."
I felt like everything had returned to the proper rails.
This seemed to be snowballing toward the worst possible ending. Everything they had built up was coming tumbling down and failing. I knew that, but I still felt like this was "right".
Or to put it more simply, I thought he looked cool.
"Can you promise me that?"
"Eh? Um...yes. But is that all you want? I mean..."
"I could not ask for anything more."
I heard the sound of scraping metal.
The next thing I knew, he had a few dozen skewers spread out in his hands like fans.
"Thank you. I may not have been able to bring this to its conclusion, but I do appreciate the help you gave."
Ohatsu the Sunekosuri (female) let out a heavy sigh.
"...Are you really going?"
"I have no real reason not to."
It was a short answer and this time Hishigami Shikimi, the giant flower in the tree, laughed and spoke.
"Oh? Even though it means wasting your efforts of the past nine years? No matter the reason, the seal will be easily broken once you recall the flavor of killing."
"An optimum answer that requires letting a six-year-old boy die scares me even more. I can only call that properly insane."
Again, it was a short answer.
Finally, Hyakki Yakou Leader Majina spoke.
"I might not look it, but I am fairly upset about this. I could use Hyakki Yakou's power to hunt them down. You do not necessarily have to use your power."
"You will 'eventually' find them and defeat them 'somewhere'. But will you make it in time for Jinnai Shinobu? I am a monster among monsters. I understand all too well how my fellow child-killers and kidnappers think. The best method of arriving in time is for me to use...no, to recall my skills."
Majina fell silent.
Finally, he brought a hand to his forehead while leaning against a nearby tree to clear the way for the Youkai. Anguish seeped out from behind his monocle and he tore at his bangs as he forced out a low voice.
"...That's too bad."
"Once I recall the taste of blood, I leave the rest to you. The Kaeshigami will completely fail and there will be no other way of saving me. So please use the essence of Hyakki Yakou to kill me. Before I lay my hands on anyone."
"Aburatori."
"Also..."
With his face hidden behind his large hat, the Youkai formed a ferocious grin.
He was saying farewell to this world without a single complaint.
"You said you are fairly upset about this. Well, I am downright livid."
I heard a buzzing sound much like a monitor powering on.
Old charms appeared all over his body. They appeared on his hat, his clothes, and his skin. All of those charms formed some kind of seal, but a bluish-white phosphorescence burned through them and destroyed them. He had broken free of his limiter.
He was at full power once more.
He simply appeared, simply abducted, and simply killed.
He was an empty husk of a legend that lacked the traditions of fear.
When he used his power, he broke through the three-dimensional restrictions and vanished in an instant.
The hunter was finally on the move.
Part 9
Just before the Aburatori vanished, I grabbed his shoulder.
I hadn't had a real goal in mind. I simply felt like I needed to see all of this for myself.
Thanks to that, I successfully hitched a ride with him.
It may have been similar to teleportation.
First, the Aburatori appeared at a completely normal farm road.
"What would I do? While it is cutting edge, this is essentially an insular village society. Unlike a metropolis, there are no crowds of unfamiliar people walking around. A suspicious person wandering around and searching for someone to abduct would stand out too much. Then what method would they choose? Tire tracks...?"
Next, he appeared at an intersection and looked around.
"Scouting out the terrain, learning the target's routine, going over the actual method of kidnapping, and a practice run. They would need to stay in the Intellectual Village for quite a while, but I doubt they would use a lodging facility like an inn. So maybe a large vehicle that doubles as transportation and lodging. What vehicle would be able to drive around the village irregularly without rousing suspicions?"
Then he stood in front of a vending machine.
"The Intellectual Village is meant to look remote, so they generally use online shopping. But it wouldn't be a deliveryman. In rural areas, they only arrive at set times, so a truck driving around irregularly would stand out....Then an electronics worker? An internet provider truck that performs maintenance and inspections on fiber-optic and high-speed wireless lines does not have a set route. No one would suspect them if they drove back and forth a lot. This old vending machine has been used a lot. It isn't often you see one with soba and udon. It would have been a convenient source of food without anyone noticing.
He wasn't so much a hound as he was a precision guided missile.
As the Aburatori grew ever closer to the answer, I could feel an ominous, heavy, sticky, and deadly aura coming from his entire body.
Something he had worked so hard to build up was being definitively corrupted.
And...
"Found them."
It had not even taken ten...no, five minutes.
Not even the adults and paranormal Youkai had been able to find this kidnapper. With young Shinobu inside, an electric truck was driving around at irregular intervals to make sure no one suspected it. It was disguised as an ISP truck and the windows to the back were covered in metal plates.
A torrent of murderous intent had been radiating from the Aburatori, but as soon as he located that target, a clear directionality came over it.
That dark emotion became an invisible spear and accurately pierced through the van.
It had likely been over before it even began.
Before the Aburatori actually made his attack, the soldiers of a large criminal organization after the top quality Jinnai sake were bound like a frog being glared at by a snake.
But even so, the Aburatori kicked the van from the side.
The front half of the metal vehicle instantly tore open like a box of candy and shot out into the paddy field.
That violence was so impressive it almost felt refreshing.
The flow of time briefly seemed to stop.
The Aburatori silently glared into the van.
"Wha-...?" said someone in the back seat.
There were three assassins left and one of them had a hand on Shinobu's shoulder. But before the flow of time could return, the Aburatori's hands moved in a flash.
A total of over one hundred metal skewers were released from his hands and filled the cramped van. The storm of steel covered every inch of the van except for the space taken up by Shinobu's small body.
It all happened too quickly for any screams or shouts to tear through the world.
The Aburatori rushed into the van, grabbed Shinobu's collar, kicked open the van's back door, and burst out like a shell.
"Wah, wah!?"
Shinobu did not seem nervous as he was lowered onto the farm road. He did not appear to have been crying either, so it was possible he hadn't even been aware he had been kidnapped.
"Wait here."
That was all the Aburatori said before approaching the van (Part B) that had finally come to a stop after rolling along.
"U-uuh..."
A single man groaned as he crawled out, but the Aburatori grabbed his collar and lifted him with one arm. He then slammed the man's back against the ceiling of the van that lay on its side.
"Ubh! Cough, cough!! Gahh!!"
"Lend me your phone. I wish to speak with your boss."
"Pant, pant. D-do you really think I'll let you do that?"
"So you will remain loyal to the end? How old-fashioned of you."
That monster dragged his enemy behind the van where Shinobu could not see and spoke with quiet smile poking out from below his large hat.
"By the way, do you know what it is my skewer is stabbing into? Do you know what this flabby dark red thing is?"
"Ah...ah...ahhh..."
"My specialty is children, but I still wouldn't recommend upsetting me too much, youngster."
"Aaaaahhh!? Wh-what...what organ is that!?"
Removing it had not killed him.
So was it his appendix, a kidney, or a piece of the highly regenerative liver?
Whatever the case, seeing it in front of your eyes was probably enough to piss yourself.
"I understand not wanting to lose a finger, but you should look after your insides as well."
"Ah...ahh...ahhhhh!?"
"Now, let's try this once more: Lend me your phone. I wish to speak with your boss....Surely you aren't going to be foolish enough to say you don't know how many organs you hold inside you. If that's the case, I don't mind removing them one at a time to educate you."
"O-okay! Okay!!"
The Aburatori pulled a cellphone from the soldier's pocket, opened the address book and called one of the numbers there.
His first words were blunt.
"Your men have failed."
"..."
"Wash your hands of this before the wound grows even worse. I am a Youkai and a deadly one at that. I have no concept of lifespan....I am watching you at all times, forever. If you try to take revenge, I will immediately bring twice the damage to you."
"Did you think you could threaten the Comfort Association just because you don't die? We eat violence and fear for breakfast. Just like a sushi chef can't afford to lose to an amateur in cooking skill, we cannot afford to withdraw in our own field of expertise."
"Is that so? To be honest, I have no interest in the quantity and quality of your paranormal experts. But can you truly trust in the power of someone else in your organization if it is your own child's life on the line?"
"You..."
"Didn't I tell you? I am a Youkai and a deadly one at that. If you need a further hint, I am the cruelest of the cruel in the field of kidnapping and child-killing. You can hide your child overseas or on the other side of Mars if you want; I will still find them and kill them. I know some tricks to slip past the condition preventing Youkai from leaving this country. This is no different from you targeting a child to threaten Jinnai."
"..."
"No matter how many children you make, legitimate or otherwise, and no matter how many children you adopt, I will kill every last one of them. People often say they will curse someone to the very last generation of their family line, but I will make your generation the end of your line....Now, what will you do? Will I be removing your entire clan's organs or will you wash your hands of this so your family can survive? Choose whichever path you like. Nothing in this world could be more frightening than being haunted by an Aburatori."
"Don't think you'll ever get a moment's rest, you damn Youkai."
"I suppose you would have to threaten me here, but that establishes our contract....Let me reiterate: I am always watching you. If you approach Jinnai in any way, shape, or form, I will apply my punishment. It will not be you but your adorable children who die. It only takes one mistake. Keep that in mind and live on in fear."
The Aburatori did not bother hanging up.
He threw the phone to the ground and coldly crushed it below his heel.
"Ah...ahh..."
That sequence of violence had been so vivid that I had been entranced.
It was perfect. Even after producing the perfect result, he stood still in the cold wind.
His body wobbled.
I immediately heard a bizarre noise.
It was like cracks running through a plastic board. The chorus of cracking continued without end and a definite but invisible change came over the Aburatori.
Once he recalled the flavor of blood, he could not go back.
Just as expected, the fall had come.
"Ahh..."
As he wobbled on his feet, he accidentally moved from behind the sliced van.
He entered Shinobu's field of vision.
Shinobu did not understand what was going on. Not a single bit of it. So when he saw the Aburatori sweating profusely and trying to bear with the pain, he ran over.
"What is it? Are you okay? Do you have a stomachache!?"
Immediately, I felt like the Aburatori's pulse reached my ears.
An unpleasant sound continued as the Aburatori's teeth chattered. But this was not due to the fear of Shinobu possibly having seen the aftermath of his brutality. He was desperately trying to hold back.
He was holding back his functionality as the Aburatori.
He was holding back that system built to kill children.
He had recalled the flavor of blood and he was using his intellect and reason to desperately restrain the urge to devour his proper target.
But that must not have lasted long.
"...!!!!!!"
A great sound burst out.
The next thing I knew, the Aburatori was gone. Left all alone, Shinobu looked worried and the sounds of police sirens belatedly approached.
The Aburatori had finally been released.
He simply appeared, simply abducted, and simply killed.
He was the worst of the deadly Youkai who did nothing more than that.
Part 10
"Oh, Tengu. Have you heard about?"
"Just some rumors. But just hearing the name makes me feel sick. He definitely brings down the overall definition of. It's not often you see a version that's so specialized in killing and nothing else."
"He's shown up."
"This is gonna be rough. A lot of are going to die again."
"But it's not like we can do anything about it. He exists as a that's been cut free of the simple hierarchy of power."
"The Aburatori, hm?"
Part 11
Since he was six years old, Shinobu wasn't brought to the police station in the neighboring town. Instead, the police came to the thatch-roof house.
Meanwhile, the growing group of Youkai out front was going nuts.
An Aburatori had shown up.
Lots of children were going to die again.
If you didn't know the circumstances, that was how it would look. The Aburatori was trying to escape that situation and had saved Shinobu even though it meant throwing away his one and only chance, but no one else knew about that.
"Are you sure you're okay, Shinobu? You don't hurt anywhere?"
"I'm fine. I just need to drink some of the fizzy stuff."
Shinobu waved at my mom and seemed more interested in the rumors about the Aburatori than he did in what had happened to him.
It was past evening by the time the police left, but they hadn't been able to ask much out of concern for Shinobu.
And...
"Rumor has it Hyakki Yakou is going to act."
"Then I guess we don't have to worry. They scare me, but I doubt they would fail to kill the Youkai in their crosshairs. This should all settle down if they kill the Aburatori."
"Really, we just need to make sure we aren't caught in the crossfire."
"That's true. I'd rather not get killed by the punishment meant for the Aburatori."
Shinobu gave a troubled frown.
He tugged at my grampa's clothes and asked a question.
"Grampa, what's the Aburatori?"
"Hm? Nothing you need to know about."
For once, the old man bluntly cut off all conversation, so Shinbou asked my gramma instead.
"Gramma, tell me about the Aburatori."
"That is an extremely scary Youkai. Word has it one has been seen around here recently. You need to stay away from it."
"..."
He looked up at the Zashiki Warashi in a red yukata.
The sexy Youkai simply shook her head with a grim look on her face.
However, this was the end of it.
The Kaeshigami plan was the only way for the Aburatori to walk down the proper path, but it had utterly failed. He was about to go on a rampage, so Hyakki Yakou's Majina and Hishigami Shikimi would destroy him as he had asked. Nothing would remain, just as they had arranged in advance. Out of concern for Shinobu's future, that Youkai had saved him and would vanish without ever telling anyone the truth.
...Except that couldn't be what happened.
This was still just the trigger. I already knew the worst possible ending was coming.
When Shinobu returned to his room that day, the adults and Youkai left him alone. He had been abducted by soldiers of a large criminal organization to influence the adults, so none of them knew what was right or how to approach the situation.
However, that completely backfired.
Shinobu wasn't the type to hole up in his room when he was in a state of shock. Of all things, he pulled a backpack from the closet and began filling it with a map, a flashlight, and other tools.
He looked like he was about to head out.
He was going to leave this safe home after everything that had happened to him.
Just like a child creating a secret base, nothing he packed seemed particularly useful.
It looked like he was packing up everything he could find, from crayons to snacks.
And one of those items was a piece of construction paper.
It was covered in scribbles from crayons and colored pencils, but it probably had great meaning to Shinobu.
There were humanoid figures drawn there. There were animal-like figures drawn there. What had long been seen as a product of a runaway imagination was drawn there. The one with black hair and red clothing may have been the Zashiki Warashi. Something was colored over with circles of black crayon, but I had no idea what it was.
The countless figures formed a circle and something was sloppily written above their heads: We're All Friends.
That was all.
But no matter how silly and useless that was, young Shinobu may have seen it as indispensable when his life was on the line.
And my current self was no different.
I had solved quite a few Package-related incidents and I had run across some extraordinary monsters in the process. With the Aburatori and the Aoandon, they had far surpassed the realm of what humans could handle.
But even so, wasn't this something I couldn't afford to forget?
"I can't stop to figure this out."
He packed up all sorts of things that probably wouldn't be of much use.
"I can't sit here crying."
He forcibly fastened the backpack's snap.
"I have to save my Friend Youkai."
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand just once.
He faced forward and spoke aloud, as if to fight back against everything that was saying such cruel things.
"The Aburatori is all alone now, so it's my turn to save him."
".........................................................................................................................................................................................."
Why?
How could it have turned out like this? I thought.
I could take a pretty good guess what was going to happen now.
Before Hyakki Yakou could slay the rampaging Aburatori, restless Shinobu would run across that worst of the deadly Youkai. Something would happen there and the Zashiki Warashi would use her Ver. 39. That was how this was going to turn out.
But while the Aburatori had been foolish, he had done nothing wrong. While Hyakki Yakou had been cruel to let him go, that decision had been kind. While Shinobu knew nothing of what was happening, his decision was wiser than anyone else's.
Yet like it all was being swallowed up by some great pit of doom, each act of good will or kindness was leading to the expected worst possible ending.
Who had been in the wrong?
Couldn't it have all ended with the defeat of the large criminal organization? Couldn't that have been the nice happy ending?
"Nn."
Shinobu put on the overfilled backpack and snuck out of his room. A small child tiptoeing around would normally have been noticed right away, but he happened to slip past everyone's field of vision. It was almost like fate was giving him a helping hand.
It could only follow him.
I could only watch as that awful conclusion approached.
Young Shinobu ran through the orange-dyed paddy fields. He innocently believed he could save the Aburatori. I knew everything had failed, but I still wished that miracle could actually happen.
But it wouldn't.
That kind conclusion could never, ever happen.
After all, the ending was already decided. I was only peeking at the predetermined past. This was not the present where countless options danced before my eyes or the future where everything was an unclear mass of chaos. This was the past where everything followed just the one path.
So we reached that mountain clearing filled with underbrush. The canopy of tree branches and the dark, rotting cabin came into view.
And there, young Shinobu saw it
He saw the Aburatori whose entire body was torn to pieces and whose breathing was so shallow it seemed on the verge of stopping.
His blood was closer to black than red.
Unable to stand, he had collapsed to the ground and had his back against the cabin's wall.
He looked like a broken doll.
Shinobu could no longer form words.
He released a scream that only amounted to sound and ran straight toward the Aburatori.
"Oops."
I heard Hishigami Shikimi's voice from the trees and looked up to see the giant flower of her white hair.
She was no longer empty-handed. Her hands were stuck into her kimono's pockets and she was clearly holding something.
"What should we do, Majina!? My specialty is war, so I can't aim quite so accurately!!"
"My, my. This isn't good. Hold off for the time being, Shikimi-san."
I saw a black whirlwind and then Hyakki Yakou's leader was standing in the center of the underbrush. Like a pet-lover, he held Ohatsu the (female) Sunekosuri in his arms. The small canine Youkai had a scarf around her neck and a ribbon on her right ear.
What?
Did that black whirlwind just gather together!? Did it turn into that (female) Sunekosuri!?
"Now, let me pass that question right along....Aburatori, what do you intend to do?"
It was unclear just how much life that Youkai had remaining, but he seemed to hesitate for just a moment.
"I made up my mind from the beginning. I told you to take care of this, Hyakki Yakou!!"
"You can't!!"
Shinobu's shout interrupted, but it was not directed at the Aburatori. He turned his back on that worst of the deadly Youkai and spread his arms to protect his friend from Majina and Hishigami Shikimi.
"Don't be mean to the Aburatori!! If you're going to hurt him, then you have to get through me first!!"
An obvious click of the tongue came from the trees.
Monocled Majina spoke bitterly while holding the (female) Sunekosuri.
But he spoke to the Youkai behind Shinobu, not to the young boy himself.
"Let me ask again: what do you wish to do?"
"!?"
"The optimal answer is not always the best answer. I don't mind if you ask for something other than death despite knowing that would be wrong."
"How could I possibly ask for that?" spat out the Youkai while exhaling weakly below his large hat."Even now, I am taking aim to tear into this boy's back!! How can I let this continue!? How can I let this evil remain!? Kill me, Hyakki Yakou. Kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
Most likely, they had all been living on the very edge.
They had all been worried about someone else, put themselves second, and tried to protect something.
And in this extreme situation, Hyakki Yakou's leader accepted someone's wishes.
"...What are you going to do?"
"Fine, then. If that is what he truly wishes, then I will take on the thankless role."
He may have wanted to hear a different answer.
As wrong as it would have been, he may have wanted to hear the Youkai say he wanted to live and to be happy.
But that opportunity had been lost.
So Majina gently placed his index finger on Ohatsu's forehead. That was all it took for the small canine Youkai to turn into deep darkness. With a deafening noise, the man's body began to vanish into the scenery once more.
But just before he did, another great noise reached my ears.
It was the sound of a Zashiki Warashi in a red yukata kicking Majina's torso with all her might.
The blow may have been on the level of a full-speed collision from a car.
After the shockwave-like noise, the young man's body flew into the forest. He broke through two or three fairly thick trees and the line of destruction finally came to a stop at a large tree trunk further in.
But that was not the end of the motion.
I heard a rustling sound.
The darkness vanished, the small dog reappeared, and Majina stood at the center of the destruction as if nothing had happened.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"I'm not here for you, " spat out the Zashiki Warashi.
She paid no heed to the Hyakki Yakou leader who was walking toward her.
She was focused on a single point with a branch cutter resting on her shoulder, perhaps to take the place of a machete.
"What do you want to do, Shinobu?"
"Nn."
"What the adults want doesn't matter. You don't have to think about the rules between humans and Youkai. What do you want to do right here and now?"
There may not have been a "right" answer.
It may have been that no one could come up with anything like that.
But Shinobu answered without a moment's hesitation.
"I'll save my friend."
"I see."
With a thin smile, the Zashiki Warashi spun around the branch cutter resting on her shoulder.
She forcefully struck the ground with the bottom to threaten everyone around her.
"If you know that, then go do it....You're a boy, aren't you?"
"Okay! Let's go, Aburatori!! Come with me!!"
Shinobu grabbed the hand of the Aburatori who looked on the verge of collapse. The two of them ran off into the woods.
Finally, the Zashiki Warashi faced Majina.
She held out the blade to form a barrier against anyone who would pursue those two.
"Now, now. To be honest, I'm thankful, " said Hyakki Yakou Leader Majina in a somehow sad tone."After all, this conclusion is far too empty. It may be the optimal answer based on pre-established harmony, but there isn't any salvation to it. It might be inappropriate to say this turn of events excites me, but that's honestly how I feel."
Majina pressed his finger against the forehead of the small canine Youkai he held in his arm.
I had a feeling I understood this.
The Sunekosuri was a Youkai that rubbed its cheek against travelers' legs. That alone sounded harmless and adorable, but it was based on the fear something hiding in the underbrush when walking at night.
Majina had said his name was spelled with the character for "curse" and that was highly appropriate.
A Youkai was a physical manifestation of certain thoughts or feelings, but he could break them down into their original phenomena and mysteries and use them like that.
This went far beyond a Package that took dozens or hundreds of people to take advantage of just a portion of a Youkai's traits. He alone was breaking down, analyzing, reconstructing, and reusing the entire blueprint or diagram of a Youkai...and he was doing it all perfectly.
Even the most harmless and adorable Youkai had its base ideology extracted, weaponized, and remade into a tool of war.
This was the man who ruled at the top of Hyakki Yakou.
Even if he acted like nothing special, I should have known that wouldn't be the case!
"But there is more to this than that. I am not so irresponsible that I would leave the conclusion in someone else's hands. I am the leader of Japan's greatest occult organization. Or will you twist the destiny of our confrontation with the power of the Ver. 39?"
"Sorry, but neither of us is the star here. As side characters, how about we keep our dance to the corner of the stage so we don't get in the way?"
"I have to ask. Shinobu-kun is one thing, but why are you personally so intent on saving the Aburatori? You know what will happen in a direct confrontation here, don't you?"
"To be honest, that doesn't matter."
The branch cutter whistled through the wind like a spear.
"But Shinobu decided to walk with even the worst of the deadly Youkai, so I'll believe in him. I'll believe in the boy who immediately made the decision you could only dream of making."
I was confronted with two different choices.
The first was of course pursuing Shinobu and the Aburatori. That was the heart of this incident and leaving them alone together was far too dangerous. Even if he didn't want to, the Aburatori might kill Shinobu.
The second was to stay here and watch the Zashiki Warashi and Hyakki Yakou's fight to the death. Shinobu and the Aburatori were a problem, but the Zashiki Warashi's strange Ver. 39 power was another crucial point. Resolving this before she used it and thus saving it for use against the Aoandon's group in the "present" was the most important part of this.
"Which one..."
I looked all around.
I had only one point of view and I couldn't rewind.
"Which one am I supposed to choose!?"
Part 12
I ran with all my might through the eerily rustling forest.
I had ultimately chosen Shinobu and the Aburatori.
The conclusion was approaching fast. I no longer thought there was some further truth or malice hidden here. I knew that, but I still felt uneasy. If I made a single mistake and overlooked the decisive moment, this would all be for nothing.
I found them right away.
"This way! This way! I don't really know why, but this way!!"
"Wait... Please wait!"
As Shinobu ran through the underbrush, the Aburatori gently pulled his hand from the boy's grasp and forced out the words as if coughing up blood.
Without noticing the danger, Shinobu ran over to him.
"What is it? Do your injuries hurt!? D-don't worry. I brought some bandaids for this!!"
"No, not that..."
The Aburatori continued speaking while his teeth chattered.
He looked disturbingly close to stabbing his prey with the skewers and pulling out the boy's organs.
"You need to run away... You need to leave this place at once!!"
"No! I can't leave you, Aburatori. You're coming with me!!"
"That is not what I am talking about!!"
Shinobu's small shoulders shook when the Youkai shouted back at him.
The Aburatori trembled at the fact that he had hurt the boy, but he could not afford to be kind anymore. He sent more filthy words out toward Shinobu.
"I...I'm saying that...I will end up killing you! Why can't you understand something so simple!? I am not your friend. You are nothing but a convenient prey to me!! I will derive perverse pleasure from pulling out your organs, skewering them, cooking them, and removing the oil!! That is the kind of repulsive monster I am!!"
"No, you aren't."
"That's why I'm telling you to run. Run from this worst of the deadly Youkai!! I simply appear, simply abduct, and simply kill! That is all I can do!!"
"That isn't who you are! The policemen told me I was taken away by bad guys and someone saved me! So I know you aren't a bad guy!!"
"Hurry...hurry...run away..."
"I don't care what anyone says. I don't care what you say."
"Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!!"
"You're my friend!! That will never change!!!!!"
He couldn't resist any longer.
I heard the sound of the Aburatori's back teeth cracking in his mouth and then countless metal skewers appeared in his hands.
Once they were released, Shinobu would be completely helpless.
But that never happened.
A white shadow suddenly dropped down from above.
Hishigami Shikimi used the three-pronged vajra she held to knock down the skewers like a bolt of lightning.
How exactly had she done it?
I was watching the entire time, but my understanding couldn't keep up. A three-pronged vajra was a weapon used by Buddhist monks...or was it called a Buddhist instrument? Basically, it had sharp spikes on either end and you held it in your fist at the center. The only usable portions stuck out from the ends by her thumb and little finger, so how had she knocked down dozens of metal skewers with just that?
She let down her long white hair, let the kimono fall from her shoulders, and revealed the undershirt below. The scent of incense filled the area.
Shikimi sounded exasperated with her own actions.
"Honestly, you're really making me act out of character here. To think a Hishigami woman would act to protect someone!!"
"Hishigami...Shikimi!?" said the Aburatori.
"Yes. Just to be clear, I'm not here to kill you. I'm well, well aware this isn't something a battle-obsessed war specialist should be saying, but I too am sick of that sort of thing!!"
As the threat of tension vanished, the Aburatori launched dozens if not over a hundred skewers.
However, Hishigami Shikimi used (what looked like) a single swing of her arm to deflect them all on her three-pronged vajra. Not a single one made it to Shinobu behind her.
"This is no time to be holding back, Hishigami! Kill me!!"
"I can't help it. If I went all out, I could easily destroy this entire village...not to mention this kid." She grinned."More importantly, I too am only a side character. I may not be used to fighting a defensive battle, but I only have to buy some time for her to arrive and persuade her foolish master."
"What...?"
"She's coming. Prepare yourself."
As soon as the white-haired girl said that, a single figure ran between the countless trees and out from a thicket.
The Zashiki Warashi in a red yukata charged toward the Aburatori with the branch cutter at the ready.
The Aburatori already had his hands full with Hishigami Shikimi, so this completely surpassed the limits of his processing power.
He was unable to deal with the Zashiki Warashi as she charged in from the side, so she easily collided with him. They rolled along the ground together, moving away from Shinobu. They slid down the mountain slope.
"Why must you all ignore my wishes!?"
"I don't like it, but there is one way of saving you! I just have to join forces with them!!" shouted the Zashiki Warashi at close range."You are a Youkai that kills children and you were born into this world because the humans wanted you to do that and only that. No stabilizing method, restraints, or paranormal technique can stop you from killing children! No matter what!"
"That!! That is why I am telling you to kill me!! Before I lay a hand on that boy!!"
"But have you forgotten? Just as you're a symbol of the perpetrator, I'm a symbol of the victim!"
They shouted at each other from point black range.
"The Zashiki Warashi is a collection of the children killed during famines. You could say I'm a concentrated symbol of the deaths of children. We are the perpetrator and victim. If the two of us are paranormally linked much like a Package, you can artificially and symbolically feel the deaths of children without end. Just like inflating a medical balloon in the stomach can make one forget their hunger, you will never feel the urge to kill!!"
"...!!"
With that single hope in mind, the Aburatori's head seemed to be reeling on the ground.
But...
"How exactly will you create that link? And do you have time!? Even if it is just a Package, you have no idea how long it will take to assemble from the ground up!!"
"Normally, yes. But have you forgotten about the extreme exception to that rule?"
"You don't mean..."
"Majina, leader of Hyakki Yakou. He can instantly break down any Youkai to their base phenomena and mysteries. He should be able to assemble a simple Package in a matter of seconds."
Once she said that, the Aburatori came to a complete stop.
That worst of the deadly Youkai spoke as if slowly exhaling.
"You mean...I don't need to be killed?"
"Yes."
"I can rid myself of that deadly trait without being killed?"
"Technically, you won't lose the trait. It will be caught in a harmless infinite loop."
"..."
"You don't need to kill anyone and no one needs to kill you, " said the Zashiki Warashi while gently loosening her grip as she pinned to the ground."You can remain Shinobu's friend. Just like all the other Youkai."
The Aburatori remained silent for a while.
His mind may have gone completely blank.
"Nee-chan..." said a quiet voice.
Everything was finally settling down, so the Zashiki Warashi breathed a sigh of relief and slowly turned her head. She looked to Shinobu and gently narrowed her eyes.
"It's okay, Shinobu. You don't need to worry about anything. I'll settle everything for you."
This was the end.
It was the ultimate happy end where no one had to die.
But was it really?
Wasn't I supposed to be seeing a failed incident in the past?
The fall began with a very, very small sound.
"Ah."
The Zashiki Warashi had forgotten. She had logically convinced the Aburatori, so she had completely forgotten.
His killing techniques worked on a level beyond his own will.
The instant she turned toward Shinobu while pinning the deadly Youkai to the ground, his arm moved against his own will.
A single skewer stabbed into the center of her body, as if tearing through her ample chest.
That deadly weapon would tear out one's organs, skewer them, cook them over a fire, and remove the oil.
"Ahh..."
She looked surprised and her upper body slid to the side.
She crumpled weakly to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!???"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!???"
Shinobu's scream and my own overlapped perfectly.
The Zashiki Warashi was not a normal human. She was a collection of the children killed during famines and the like, so it was possible a skewer meant to kill a single child would not kill her. It was possible this would not entirely destroy her.
But young Shinobu did not understand Youkai or Packages, so he didn't understand that.
I heard him crying.
He was not trying to suppress it. He opened his mouth wide and his young voice wailed like a siren. That shrill cry lingered in one's head and was likely the last thing anyone there wanted to hear.
It sounded like an expression of unbearable despair.
I felt as if I had finally arrived at the end of this incident.
Young Shinobu, my past self, felt despair.
But not over the fear of what would happen to him. And not from the shock of seeing the Zashiki Warashi harmed. If that was enough to fill him with despair, this would have already happened when he was kidnapped by the large criminal organization.
That was not what this was.
He was not the type to cry for himself.
He believed in the Youkai Stamp. He believed all Youkai were his friends. That sloppy writing on the construction paper had said it: We're All Friends. Until that very moment, he had not viewed any human or Youkai as higher or lower, superior or inferior to another.
But this created a definitive dividing line.
There was now a split between enemy and ally.
He found himself wanting to save the Zashiki Warashi even if it meant abandoning the Aburatori.
He found himself mentally abandoning the Aburatori, a Youkai with a personality of his own.
That despair was the true damage of this incident.
So...
Part 13
A quiet voice could be heard somewhere in the twilit mountains.
"He's crying..."
The number of voices grew like the leaves rustling in the wind. They gained enough intensity to shake the earth, as if the entire mountain were roaring.
"He's crying..."
Except this was not limited to the mountain. It covered the paddy fields, the farm roads, the thatch-roof house, and the orange sky. Just as a single cigarette butt could spark a vast forest fire, the entire landscape was filled with the explosive deluge of voices.
Did anyone there understand that every one of those voices belonged to an enraged Youkai?
"Shinobu-chan is crying!!!!!!!"
"Hold on, " muttered Hishigami Shikimi with her white hair spread out and her kimono hanging down."You've gotta be kidding....This is more than just a hundred or a thousand. Is this kid outdoing the phenomenon of Hyakki Yakou with just his crying voice!?"
It sounded like a tremor in the earth.
Even an amateur like me could tell it was a passionate mob that had completely lost sight of its rationality. Were all of those Youkai going to respond to Shinobu's cry by baring their fangs against the source?
What would happen to the Aburatori then?
"...I get it now."
I hadn't reached the depths of the despair just yet. This was still only the entrance.
Young Shinobu had abandoned the Aburatori to save the Zashiki Warashi.
And when he cried out, all of his friends had shown up.
He had given all of them the Youkai Stamp, making them his Friend Youkai. They were all going to bite, rip, and tear the Aburatori to pieces.
I recalled that construction paper.
Humans and Youkai had formed a smiling circle with "We're All Friends" written at the top.
This gruesome conclusion was the exact opposite.
There was no way six-year-old Shinobu could bear to see this. It wasn't an issue of his body. His heart would surely break. His heart would be torn to pieces and destroyed if he saw that.
"...Ah...kh..."
The collapsed Zashiki Warashi's upper body moved a little.
The Aburatori's attack may have damaged her bodily structure, but she was still trying to protect Shinobu who was about to be destroyed.
This had to be what she used her Ver. 39 to alter.
She used that single-use cheat code to protect his dream and to protect his heart.
Some bizarre static ran through my mind.
Dual images appeared before my eyes.
A voice from sometime in the past filled my mind.
"...Make...me..."
The voice was forced out through a throat that had been torn to shreds. It sounded like the Aburatori's, but it contained a wet sound, like he was coughing up blood.
Even after all that, he must not have died.
His arms and legs had been torn off, his nose and ears had been ripped away, his eyes had been crushed, his teeth and tongue had been pulled out, his organs had been dragged out, his spine and pelvis had been removed, his body had been pumped full of venom and dissolved with acid, his nerves had been scorched with flames, his blood had been boiled, and his body was scattered everywhere, yet his soul had not been freed.
"Make me...a villain..."
That was his earnest desire.
"Whether I am good or evil, I will still kill the same number of children. My moral alignment has no bearing on the actions I take. No matter what future awaits me, I will kill the exact same number. Nothing can add to or subtract from that number, so it makes no difference. I at least want to retrieve Jinnai Shinobu's heart. I want him to think I deserved death. Then the guilt will not crush the child. He will be able to return to his normal life with a smile on his face..."
Was that why?
Was that why I had felt such a discrepancy between the cruel Aburatori I had seen in the "present" and the conflicted one I had seen in the "past"?
This was the true ending.
Nothing more was hidden. I had seen the whole of that awful ending.
That left me with no more reason to hold back.
If I was going to change history and save everyone for a happy ending, I had to do it here!
With the sound of bursting fireworks, the sense of watching everything through a thin panel of glass vanished.
This time, I truly felt as if I had taken a step into the past.
"Stand up."
I immediately grabbed the confused Aburatori's arm and forcibly pulled upwards.
"Stand up!! If you want to live!!"
There was no time. I chose the one remaining option available to me.
It could cause a time paradox, but I didn't care. I directly faced myself from ten years ago.
"Hey, can you hear me? Hey, you brat!!"
"Eh? What?"
"Listen. I'll fix everything here, but next time, don't you dare give up on someone you've decided is your friend. Got that?"
I didn't have time to wait for an answer.
I could feel the low rumbling approaching. It felt like the sign of a coming natural disaster, but it wasn't. A sea of Youkai was charging toward us, filling the entire surface of the earth. They were giving into their anger to tear apart the Aburatori that had caused Shinobu to cry.
I couldn't let them do that.
I couldn't let the Aburatori be killed, I couldn't let Shinobu's heart be destroyed, I couldn't let the Ver. 39 be used, and I couldn't let Shinobu's friends dirty their hands.
So with the Aburatori's hand in my grasp, I jumped down the mountain slope...no, I jumped off the cliff.
Even if it seemed different now, I was still in something of an out-of-body experience. My physical specs were clearly beyond those of a mere high school boy. I landed partway down the jagged slope and continued down at full speed, like I was skiing.
The sea of madness changed direction and continued toward us.
"What...what are you doing!? I cannot escape those Youkai no matter what I do. I don't know who you are, but you are only going to get yourself caught in the frenzy!!"
"Oh, is that so!? By the way, my name is Jinnai Shinobu! Nice to meet you!!"
"Wha-...eh? Jinnai...Shinobu?"
"Do you have a better idea of what's happening now? I'm here from the present! No, I guess from your perspective I'm from the future!! You might not be able to escape no matter where you run, but their venomous fangs can't reach you if you cross the barrier of time!! If you don't die, my past self won't fall into despair. I don't have time to explain the details, but that will solve everything!!"
"No...no!! You can't do that. If you throw me into an environment without the Zashiki Warashi's traits and Majina's skills, I will become an evil that continues its indiscriminate slaughter of children. I have already recalled the flavor of blood! I can't stop myself!! So please leave me here!!"
"To hell with that!!"
I jumped from rock to rock sticking out of the slope to continue downward. I felt like a snowboarder being pursued by an avalanche. If I slowed down, that torrent of death would swallow me up.
Was this still not enough?
Once I changed history, I was supposed to be automatically returned to the present!
"I've been watching everything you did! I know you don't actually see any value in death!! So I don't want to hear you bitching now!! I'm sick of that!!"
"Arguing from a position of emotion is easy, but if you release me in your era, you will undoubtedly regret it. Can you really bear the burden of hundreds and thousands of children's deaths!?"
"What I'm saying is that I won't let you kill anyone!!"
"How exactly will you do that!?"
"The Kaeshigami that Hyakki Yakou was talking about!!"
We shouted back and forth while sliding down the slope.
"If you can keep from killing anyone for nine years, you lose your killing trait and become a Kaeshigami, right? Just like the vengeful spirit that nearly destroyed Kyoto was worshiped as a god, you can become a harmless Youkai!!"
"I told you I'd recalled the flavor of blood, didn't I!? I've already broken free of my limiter. I can't hold back for even a day!!"
"You don't have to hold back."
"What...!?"
"Didn't I tell you I'm from the future? But unfortunately, my time travel technique only works on just the one person. If I try to carry anyone or anything back with me, they or it won't be protected from the flow of time. Simply put, they'll directly experience the amount of time I'm traveling through. You get what I'm saying now, don't you? If I jump ten years into the future while holding onto you, you'll be forced to experience ten years' worth of time in an instant! So!! You don't have to hold back!!"
"..................................................................................................................................................................................................."
"It's true you might be a Youkai created from people's desire for a monster that would get rid of their eyesores of children, " I said while pursued by the avalanche of death and carnage."But doesn't that also mean you're absorbing the anger and hatred of those foolish parents?"
"...?"
"You were created by gathering up all of those negative emotions. So if you weren't here, where would those feelings be directed? Wouldn't they be sent toward those parents' children in the form of abuse?"
In other words...
"If you could evolve into something that could endlessly absorb parents' hatred yet control it without going on a rampage of your own, wouldn't that make you a guardian deity of children? You'd just be absorbing parents' desire to abuse their children. You'd be calming those feelings before the abuse actually happened."
A Kaeshigami was something feared by everyone but revered as necessary by everyone.
"In my time, there's a monster called the Aoandon."
I recalled the essence of that ultimate enemy.
"She's a Youkai artificially created from an intentionally twisted version of the Hyakumonogatari. We were unwittingly a part of that plan by being made to kill each other in a place called Zenmetsu Village. Ha ha. Now that I think about it, she's kind of like our child. I didn't realize it until I saw that construction paper ten years in the past here."
I couldn't laugh at anyone.
Not even at those selfish adults whose negative thoughts had formed the Aburatori.
"So."
I would redo it all here. I would take it all back.
I would save him and work with him!
"Could you lend me a hand? It would take a great power to defeat the Aoandon, but it would take an even greater power to save her. Please help me save my child. And to do that, please become a Kaeshigami that protects the children. You're the only one I can ask, so will you do this?"
The Aburatori reflected on my words for a while.
Without worrying about the horde of Youkai approaching to take his life, the Youkai pondered the meaning of the words directed his way.
And finally...
"Very well. I have no reason to turn down your suggestion!!"
This time, we held our hands even more tightly.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of bursting fireworks surrounded us.
After an especially loud noise, our bodies vanished from the past.
In the Gap Between Timelines 2
Did the concepts of time and space even exist here?
I didn't know the details, but I could perceive myself and the Aburatori as distinct individuals.
It was strange to have "time" to think while traveling through time, but that blessed the two of us with a chance to share our information.
"This Aoandon sounds like quite the unusual Youkai. To be honest, I do not think my power alone will be enough."
"Agreed. She brings together one hundred ghost stories and can extract the individual parts to create brand new ghost stories. We can never defeat her in number of paranormal powers. A normal Youkai with just the one paranormal power wouldn't stand a chance."
"Then..."
"But the Aoandon herself can't use that power to its fullest. She has someone with her for paranormal support, so she probably has something like a Package embedded inside her. If that's removed, she'll lose control of her power. Simply put, she'll return to being a normal Youkai like all the others in the Youkai encyclopedias."
"The core embedded inside the body of a Youkai...of your child."
"With a Youkai that removes children's organs, we might have a chance. Of course, we'll only have the one chance."
I was probably the only one that knew why the Aoandon was so crazy. It was possible not even the Aoandon herself knew.
She had been born during the madness at Zenmetsu Village.
Just like the Aburatori was a collection of the feelings of parents who disliked their children, the Aoandon had been born by absorbing all of the gruesome madness the people at Zenmetsu Village had caused.
She had apparently been released into the outside world afterwards, but that had not changed the "directionality" given to her by her birth.
She could freely search through sea of data, but she would naturally gather only the dark and the grotesque.
She had seen only the negative and hopeless aspects of this country.
She had absorbed all that and transformed into something with an even more solidified existence.
It was most likely my responsibility for not letting her see anything that made her not want to destroy this country. We had all been desperate to survive at Zenmetsu Village and we had repeated that hellish scenario dozens or even hundreds of times. That was a mistake on my part.
A failure of a parent had created a monster.
So I alone could not abandon her.
I didn't have the power to save the world or to save the country. I might not even have had the power to save the village. But whether a parent saved their child wasn't determined by their power.
"If you traveled into the past, will we return at the exact moment the time travel was activated?"
"No, that was after everything was over. It felt like we had already used all of the methods we hadn't wanted to use. So it would be best to return a little before that. I don't know if it will work or not, but I know what moment I want to return to..."
"What do you mean?"
"When do you think the enemy will have their guard down the most?" I asked back."I think it's when they've used their greatest trump card and allowed the thread of tension to go slack. They might just be in a good enough mood to lower their guard. If we aim for that moment and break through the wall of time for a surprise attack..."
"We can reach the Aoandon?"
"We have to start with the first step. If we don't pull this off, the rest isn't going to work."
And this method would mean we could avoid using up the Ver. 39 which could only be used once. Her power was hers. It wasn't to be used for humans by humans.
I wouldn't let this end just by obeying Hyakki Yakou. I wouldn't let the Zashiki Warashi be used as a tool.
So I would settle this my way. I would take responsibility.
I've seen everything, Aoandon.
I might only have an empty argument from emotion and it might not change my physical strength any, but I've remembered the most important thing.
So now it's your turn.
Wait for me, baby.
I'm going to scold you, discipline you, and then save you.
Notes
1. ↑ Kanai Anzen = Household Safety. Mubyou Sokusai = Good Health.
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