Chapter 64: You fucking bitch!

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Issei hesitated, a mix of concern and suspicion crossing his face. He knew that time was of the essence, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Despite his reservations, he reluctantly nodded, carefully passing the unconscious Kunou into Kuroka's arms.

Taking Kunou gently, Kuroka positioned her in a comfortable position, her hands hovering just above the young girl's body. With a swift motion, she cast a form of magic, her fingers glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Issei watched in disbelief as Kunou vanished before his eyes, leaving only empty air in her place. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the empty space where Kunou had once lain.

The realization hit him with full force, anger coursing through his veins. Kuroka had cunningly deceived him, betraying his trust and likely in league with those who had kidnapped Yasaka. The depths of her treachery sent flames of fury surging within him, his outrage burning hot.

"You treacherous bitch!" Issei's roar echoed through the room, his voice filled with a potent mix of anger and betrayal. His fists clenched tightly as he glared at Kuroka, his gaze hard and unforgiving.

Kuroka's smug grin remained firmly in place, her eyes glinting with satisfaction at the success of her deceit. "Thanks for assisting in locating the girl," she taunted, her voice laced with a mocking tone. "You saved us quite a bit of time."

The fury within Issei intensified, his emotions threatening to consume him.

Kuroka's laughter echoed throughout the shrine, her amusement at Issei's vexation evident in her voice. "Hahahaha! Can't believe you walked right into that," she taunted, her words dripping with sly satisfaction. "Guess not all dragons are as clever as they claim to be, huh?"

Fueled by a potent mix of anger and frustration, Issei's instinctual reaction took over. Without a moment's hesitation, his arm snaked around Kuroka's neck, his grip firm and unyielding. He propelled her forcefully into the shrine wall, his eyes burning with a fierce determination. "Where is she?!" he demanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

Kuroka, displaying her reflexive agility, swiftly employed her magic to teleport herself to safety atop the shrine's rooftop. From her perch, she taunted him, her laughter ringing out tauntingly. "Later, loser!" she called out, her words dripping with arrogant disdain.

An overwhelming surge of anger pulsed through Issei's veins, his grip tightening on the air where Kuroka had once stood. He could feel his power surging, threatening to erupt outward, but with remarkable self-control, he managed to reign in his emotions. Taking a few moments to compose himself, he channeled his fury into a steely resolve.

"Goddamn it," he muttered under his breath, frustration and self-reproach etched into his features. "Falling for something so foolish. What was I thinking, trusting her?" His inner fury raged, a maelstrom of emotions driving him forward.

Ddraig's reassuring voice resonated within Issei's mind, providing a sense of guidance amidst his swirling thoughts. "There's little you can do now, partner," Ddraig's voice echoed, offering a calmness that helped to soothe Issei's frustrations. "The kitsune girl is gone, and you've no lead on her or her mother's whereabouts."

As night began to descend upon the city, Issei's internal turmoil intensified. He felt a sense of duty and indignation, a burning desire to free the innocent girl from the clutches of those who had taken her. The thought gnawed at him, refusing to let go.

"Nightfall approaches. I should attend to the race," Issei mused aloud, his voice carrying a mix of determination and restlessness. "But it gnaws at me, the idea of those people having that innocent girl in their grip."

Ddraig's steady words of wisdom served as a grounding force, reminding Issei to concentrate on one task at a time. "Concentrate on one task at a time," Ddraig advised calmly, his voice providing a sense of perspective. "This situation barely implicates us. The true concern lies with Crom Cruach, assuming he's involved. If our paths cross, employing your actual power might be necessary. For now, focus on the race. We'll track them down afterward."

Issei took a deep breath, allowing Ddraig's counsel to steady him. His fury began to subside as he approached his motorcycle, the revving engine a familiar comfort. The words of his partner resonated within him, reminding him that mistakes were a part of growth, and that falling for deceit did not make him gullible.

"You're right, Ddraig," Issei acknowledged, his voice tinged with a newfound determination. "It's just... frustrating. Falling for deceit like this, after the Serafall incident. Am I that gullible?"

Ddraig's wisdom echoed in Issei's thoughts, a reminder that perfection remained an elusive goal for everyone. It was through his mistakes and the knowledge gained from them that he could truly mature and become stronger.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Issei solidified his resolve. "I'll head to the race and confront Kuroka after I secure the victory," he declared, determination infusing his voice. "I won't stand for being insulted as a loser."

The setting transitioned to the rooftop of the Tiger Casino parking garage in Kyoto, where the race was primed to commence. As Issei made his entrance, a vibrant panorama of spectators greeted him, their spirited cheers creating an electric atmosphere. The air was saturated with anticipation, a palpable energy that set the stage for what was to come.

Guiding his motorcycle to a halt, Issei attracted the attention of a group of impeccably dressed men, exuding an aura of both formality and intrigue. They approached him with a blend of seriousness and curiosity, their expressions suggesting a mixture of respect and interest.

"Hyoudou-san, I presume?" one of the suave gentlemen addressed him, his tone a balanced blend of politeness and attentiveness.