"Hm?" In an instant, Howard's eyes narrowed, a chill running through his pupils.After a brief hesitation, he said, "You think he's Black Blade?"As the head honcho of the Shadow Sect, he knew the most wanted of the S-class Fugitive like the back of his hand, including their unique marks.Thus, when his gaze landed on the tiny crescent moon birthmark on the earlobe in the sketch, an image of one notorious S-class fugitive flashed through his mind.The guy in the sketch looked nothing like him, but not many folks sported that crescent on their ear."Exactly," the Judge confirmed with a vigorous nod. "I'm betting he's in disguise. Hunter's intel puts this guy's age and height in the same ballpark as Black Blade!""Is that so?" Howard's gaze sharpened."Sir, who's Black Blade?" Yoel piped up."Sir, allow me to fill you in," the Judge offered."Black Blade, born Quispe Jolls, got his handle from that moon-shaped mark on his ear."He was one of the original Five Blades of the Shad
"A firebrand from the Ciolara family," the Judge elaborated."He was sent to crack the case wide open, pouring most of his efforts into the hunt for Black Blade. However, by then, Black Blade had vanished, his name and legacy buried in the shadows.""Black Blade shouldn't just be slapped with the label of an S-class fugitive, should he?" Yoel's brow furrowed once more."Ciolara gave him a deadline, so after what looked like a serious investigation for more than half a year, he handed over his so-called final report to Ciolara," the Judge said, his face etched with a hint of scorn."The report concluded that Black Blade had conspired with outsiders to set up the leader of the Shadow Sect and the other Four Blades. Once he got what he wanted, he vanished, scared of facing the music."And just like that, Black Blade found himself on the Shadow Sect's S-class fugitive list and in the crosshairs of the Special Patrol.""Is that supposed to work?" Yoel was dumbfounded."Besides Black
"He's tucked away in a little village at the base of a mountain, a four-hour drive from Mendorra. Been there for a couple of years, they say," the Judge informed him."He's quite the hider," Howard remarked, his gaze sharpening."Oh, and Sir, I haven't had the chance to fill you in on the Dark Shady Cartel situation," the Judge suddenly remembered."Did you manage to get anything out of them besides the usual runaround with their front men?" Howard asked, giving a slight nod.The Dark Shady Cartel was shrouded in secrecy, a puzzle even to the likes of the Shadow Sect. With Madam Peony in their grasp, they were eager to squeeze out some intel."Not much to go on," the Judge admitted with a shake of his head."The Cartel's got a tight grip on their ranks, modeled after the old civil and military governance. The so-called civil officers handle the intel and the deals, while the military officers are the muscle, the hitmen."Look, just because they're bureaucrats doesn't mean they c
Howard and his friends watched as a group of thugs knocked over a vegetable stall, sending produce tumbling across the pavement.A middle-aged woman stood nearby, her cries piercing the air. A young girl, about 12 or 13 years old, stared at the men wide-eyed in fear."You stubborn old woman, didn't we warn you? You want to sell here, you gotta pay up for the spot. Did our warning just fly past your ears?" the bald ringleader bellowed."I already gave you three hundred dollars just a few days back, and here you are again," the woman sobbed. "I barely made anything in a month, giving it all to you still wouldn't cover it—"Smack!The bald man cut her off with a slap that echoed through the market."Still trying to talk your way out of this? That three hundred was for last month. Today, you're paying for this month!"Enough talk. Pay up now, or pack up and leave. And don't even think about coming back to sell here!"The commotion drew a crowd of other farmers."This is outrageous
"You're one of Faris' guys, aren't you? Take me to him. I need to have a word," Yidel said with an icy edge to his voice."Looking to meet Mr. Hernandez, huh?" The bald thug sneered. "You think you're worthy? As if Mr. Hernandez is available to just anyone who asks."He paused, his voice growing heavier with menace."Look, I don't have time for chitchat. If you're brave enough, take a swing at me. If not, beat it. I'll deal with you after I've collected the booth fees from these folks."He turned back to the vendor he had been harassing earlier. "So, are you paying up or what?""I... I've got nothing left. I gave you everything I had a few days ago..." the woman stammered, shaking with fear."Refuse a toast and you'll have to drink a penalty. Fine, then you're done selling vegetables here!" he barked and swung his foot at the woman's right knee.If that kick connected, her leg would be history."Enough of this bullying!"In that instant, Yidel's voice boomed as he strode forwa
With swift steps, Yidel sidestepped the oncoming blades and barreled into his assailants, sending them tumbling to the ground yet again.As the gang closed in, Yidel's blade pressed threateningly against Decian's throat."Call off your goons!" Yidel's voice cut through the tension."If you're so tough, do it—kill me!" Decian, his bald head shining, bellowed defiantly."You're so eager to meet your maker? Wish granted," Yidel replied, his voice a low rumble.With those words, he increased the pressure, and a thin line of blood traced Decian's neck."Enough, I mean it, stop!" Decian's voice cracked with terror."Mr. Johnsrud, are you looking to die? Let him go, now!" The others halted, watching."Tell Faris we're all scraping by. He doesn't need to push us to the brink," Yidel said, ignoring them and addressing the bald man. "And if there's a 'next time,' Faris will be the one feeling my knife."With a swift kick, Decian tumbled to the ground. "Beat it!""You... Just you wait!
"Sir!" At that moment, the Judge stepped closer to Howard, gesturing toward the meat section nearby.Howard's eyes narrowed in interest.Yidel left the market stall and hopped on a beat-up bike, heading for a village not too far off."He's probably worried that Decian's call for backup might put these innocent folks in danger," Howard said calmly. "Let's check it out."With that, he stepped forward and followed."Sir, can you get a read on his martial arts level?" the Judge asked as they walked. "His energy feels like it's flickering in and out, really unstable, you know?""He's got to be at least at the level of a martial god with ultimate mastery," Yoel cut in before Howard could answer."But my bet is that he's wounded. His energy's all over the place. Doubt he can even pull off the fighting skills of a martial god with major mastery right now.""You're probably right," the Judge agreed. "Chances are, we're dealing with Black Blade. Why else would a martial god-level heavy h
"What!?" Faris and his crew were taken aback by his words."What are you rambling about?" Decian was the first to call out."Offering Mr. Hernandez a way out? Are you out of your mind?""One more word of nonsense, and you're the first I'll take care of," Yidel said calmly.Decian started to retort, fuming. "You..."Smack!He was cut off mid-sentence by Faris' slap, sending him tumbling to the ground. "I'm talking here. Who asked you to chime in?""My apologies, Mr. Hernandez!" Decian quickly straightened up and apologized."Mr. Johnsrud, what was that you said? Mind repeating it?" Faris stepped closer to Yidel."Still not planning to leave?" Yidel rose to his feet, eyeing the two gray-clad men behind Faris."Ha, you're quite something, threatening me!" Faris sneered.After he spoke, his voice dropped to a menacing whisper, "If you value your life, Mr. Johnsrud, apologize now. Or by tomorrow, you'll be nothing but a memory.""If you're not going to leave, then let's make it
"And look at that bracelet, it's stunning! Oh, and the compact has such a unique charm! Should we get one of each to decorate our homes?""Yuffie, you're still in school. How can you afford all this?" Talia chided gently. "You have a hundred fifty-dollar budget. Spend more, and it's coming out of your allowance.""What? Only a hundred fifty dollars? You're being too tight-fisted, sis!" Yuffie's complaint was lighthearted as she playfully turned to Howard. "Howard...""Don't even think about it. His wallet is in my hands!" Talia cut her off, fully aware of her little sister's ploy."Fine..." Yuffie's pout was all in good fun."Haha! It's not every day we get to do this, honey. If Yuffie finds something she loves, let's get it for her. Who knows if it'll be here next time?" Howard chuckled."Yay! You're the best, bro-in-law!" Yuffie cheered, her face lighting up with joy."You're just making her more spoiled!" Talia gave Howard a playful eye roll and turned her attention away from
Howard's willingness to visit the antique market was not solely to assist the sisters in their quest for a legendary blade. Such weapons were treasures often stumbled upon by chance, rarely found by those who sought them.His real intent was to immerse the sisters in the rich culture of the martial arts clans they were then a part of. More exposure to the ways of the warrior guilds could only benefit them on their chosen path.The following morning, Howard's group of five set off in the direction of Nathanael. Talia and Yuffie buzzed with excitement throughout the journey, their minds alive with wonder.Nathanael, nestled in the mountains to the northeast of Mendorra and a couple hundred kilometers away, awaited them.By 10 a.m., they arrived, parking at the gates of a sprawling estate on the city's outskirts—the site of the famed market.Stepping out, they were greeted by a lively throng at the estate's entrance, many adorned in traditional robes, weapons hanging from their belts
"And that's not all. They might even be a bona fide king-level warrior." Howard's brow furrowed with uncertainty."It looks like The Dark World is a whole lot more tangled than we thought," Yoel mused aloud.Then, turning back to Howard, he inquired, "Sir, did the old man ever share anything with you about The Dark World?""Not a word," Howard replied, shaking his head."Sir, do you think our mystery person could be from one of the elite families or sects, maybe just there on some errand?" Mystical Chubby chimed in.His speculation was not unfounded. Most of the king-level warriors from Rackaham were known to hail from the secretive clans and sects."It's unlikely." Howard dismissed the idea with another shake of his head. "From what Sabertooth described, our guy seems to know The Dark World like the back of his hand.""Who's that supposed to be?" Mystical Chubby scrunched his brow in confusion."Let it go for now. We'll head back to The Dark World in a little while," said Howa
"Um..." Blood Rakshasa nodded, the woman's earlier words still ringing in her head."Sir... Sir, was what you said earlier true?" Blood Rakshasa asked Sabertooth, her voice barely above a whisper."What did I say?" Sabertooth looked puzzled for a moment."You said... You said next time, we'd go back home together to get married..." Blood Rakshasa's cheeks turned a soft pink."Hehe, absolutely," Sabertooth chuckled, his smile warm and genuine. "The boss gave me the order, and I've given my word."Blood Rakshasa's smile was shy but filled with joy.Soon after, Qemal strode in."Sabertooth, I've tracked down the hideout of the Slaying Heaven Palace," Qemal announced upon arrival."Is that so?" Sabertooth's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Tell the crew to take a two-hour breather, then we move out!"The Slaying Heaven Palace's goons had nearly wiped out them today. Payback was due.With the Palace's top fighters gone, the rest were hardly a threat. It was time to cross the Slay
"Shadow Demon Shrine?" The woman's brow creased for a moment, but she quickly dropped the subject.She then turned to Sabertooth and observed, "You and your group have the vibe of soldiers. You're not originally from The Dark World, are you?""Speaking to our savior," Sabertooth gave a respectful nod, "we were part of the Rackaham Western Region's military before we came here."He was open with the woman who had saved over a hundred of his comrades."The Western Region's military?" The woman paused, a hint of recognition in her voice, "You're with the Blood Shadow Force?""That's us," Sabertooth confirmed with another bow."Is your leader the King of the West, Master Howard?" she inquired further."You know my boss?" Sabertooth looked surprised."Not personally, but I've heard the name," the woman replied with a shake of her head. "What's he got you doing in The Dark World?""Over the past couple of years, the world's heavy hitters have been funneling their muscle and resource
"You'll live to regret this, Dark Demon Lord!" Blood Rakshasa declared, locking eyes with her adversary. "Kill us, and Master Howard will avenge us by wiping out every last one of you in your cursed palace...""Ha! That Master Howard of yours better think twice before stepping into The Dark World again, or it'll be his grave!" The Dark Demon Lord mocked with an icy laugh."You're the fool!" Sabertooth growled. "No one in The Dark World has been born who can take down our boss. Your time's coming!""Is that so?" The Dark Demon Lord sneered with disdain. "You're clueless, all of you. You have no idea how powerful the Shadow Demon Shrine truly is!""Enough babbling. Time to end this. I'll send you both to join your boss," he declared, his presence intensifying as he prepared to strike them down."I love you," Blood Rakshasa whispered, her eyes closing."No, don't!" Qemal and others shouted in despair.Then there was a thunderous boom.However, the expected tragedy did not unfold.
Sabertooth sneered, watching the man's futile efforts. "You're such a fool!"He then declared solemnly, "Blood Shadow Technique, second form, Sky Slash!"With those words, he summoned all his strength, his saber carving a fierce arc of light through the air, striking like thunder at his foe.The Blood Shadow Technique was known for turning the tides against stronger adversaries.The white-haired elder's eyes narrowed in alarm. Caught mid-leap, he desperately wanted to dodge but could not. The saber's light bore down on him, a chilling aura of death shrouding him completely.In that instant, a wave of energy crashed through the air like a tidal wave, bringing a howling gale with it.Crash!Suddenly, Sabertooth was hurled away like a shell fired from a gun, blood spraying from his mouth as he flew, before he slammed into the earth, leaving a huge crater and falling silent."Sabertooth!" Blood Rakshasa's shout pierced the chaos as she spun and dashed to his side.She barely made
The man in black was sent hurtling through the air, slamming into the ground with such force that he lay there motionlessly, struggling to rise. A gaping wound, carved by the relentless sword, oozed blood profusely from his abdomen."What in the world is that sword technique?" he gasped after a torturous effort to stand, his face ashen.He had underestimated Blood Rakshasa's swordplay. Since her breakthrough to a higher echelon of mastery, her blade's might had surged, utterly dominating her seasoned adversary."The Sword Without a Name," Blood Rakshasa declared icily.Without wasting another second, she launched another assault. Sabertooth was in dire straits, and she was determined to aid him.Her blade danced again, weaving a web of sword energy that shot toward the white-haired elder, ensnaring him in an instant.The old man's eyes narrowed in a flash of panic, realizing he was trapped with no way out."This is it!" he snarled, brandishing his blade and lunging forward.How
With a thunderous explosion of energy, Blood Rakshasa's power surged, forcing the old man before her to stagger back in disbelief."Impossible! Have you broken through?" he gasped, steadying himself, his face a mask of astonishment."You bet I have!" Blood Rakshasa's face lit up with triumph.She had done it, just as the old man had surmised. Amid her swordplay, she felt a dormant core energy within her erupt, catapulting her to the zenith of martial knight at peak mastery stage.Master Howard's words rang in her head. The core energy left in her by a once-mighty warrior was too much to absorb at once. Back in that cave, she only managed a minor mastery in martial knight. However, Howard had predicted further advancements, and he was right."Let's see if you can handle a few more of my strikes!" Blood Rakshasa challenged, her spirit soaring not just from her newfound strength but also from a deeper connection to her swordsmanship."Bring it on!" the old man bellowed, his blade re