Chapter 5.2

With the full power form, Tozue became little more than unresponsive.

Not moving, the only noise he made was a constant, strange buzzing; which seemed to come from inside him.

The people of the bay, who were all winding down for the day or asleep, came to their windows to look outside, captivated by the hum he made.

A crowd was assembled.

One half of this mass formation was foreigners, called in to capture… or kill him…

The other half was curious people, silently watching from the comfort of their own home.

The standoff continued, as Tozue's temperament was mostly static, and he would only reply to attacks, majorly losing the capability to go on the offensive.

Minutes passed at this point.

Tozue's legs dug into the ground, as if he was anticipating an attack

But nothing else changed.

Eventually, the same voice Tozue had come to dislike moved from inside the crowd.

Husky, low, and crackling.

An old devil-hunting woman, with a penchant for chain smoking.

"See, Amakusa Tozue?"

There was an incoming clicking sound, one that heels made when it hit against concrete.

"You can't escape at this point."

The horde of black-suit men parted to make way for her.

"We know you. You don't want Norway to have to go to war with Japan, just for you, right?"

Walking towards Tozue, she tore off her blazer and heels.

After neatly placing them next to her, she got into a fighting stance.

Feet distanced from each other.

Her right hand was leading, and both hands were clenched into a fist.

Tozue's head didn't move.

As best as he could articulate it he responded with:

"Vuck vat. No vonn vill no anyvonn. Vid ve."

The old woman, who was expressionless, except for rage, smirked.

"If that's what you want, I'll show you something reaaaal special."

She bit her lip, causing it to bleed.

Fossum touched at the blood flowing on her chin and lip with her right hand, smearing it everywhere.

Then, she brought both of her hands together, and after rubbing them together she then separated them, creating something that looked like a bow.

It vaguely held together its form, but it was created from the blood she drew.

She pulled the drawstring back on it.

The arrow's head was dead set on him.

"Try and guess the devils I'm contracted with, Amakusa."