Kami-Jutsu: The Yakuza's Son is Aware-Chapter 13: Psychic Boy or a Damn Devil?

I extended one finger over it.

They all stared, confused. They had no idea what I was about to do.

Heh. I spit-laugh.

Aren’t they being too stupid as to let someone as dangerous as me move freely?

The man in the trench coat now had a gaping hole in his forehead, blinking in disbelief.

I’d flicked the marble with all the strength I had. So much that my fingernail had nearly torn off.

He dropped the round device he was holding, and I instantly compressed it into a flat slab, damaging it.

"...How...?" he murmured, before collapsing.

At least one thing was clear from that quick exchange: humans might still survive a few seconds after having their brains punctured.

After such an injury, it’s unlikely they would be able to function or respond in a meaningful way.

But it’s a risk...

Those few seconds could be enough to ruin my plans. Next time, I’ll destroy the entire head to guarantee swift and irreversible death.

With my powers returning, I twisted my wrist—and the butler’s leg responded, warping like a wet towel being wrung out.

The bulky guy charged at me, steel knuckles primed. I moved to meet him head-on, and our fists collided.

The impact tore apart the sleeve around his arm. The steel compressed inward from the blow. His fingers shattered, cracking apart like splintered wood.

My fist kept going, grinding through his right arm until it reached his chest. By the time my hand had passed through, more than half of his upper body had been shredded.

A second later, his insides gave way and spilled out, trailing down in lumps and strands.

He dropped to his knees with a deep exhale—and stayed still.

"You see the difference between us?" I asked the fur-lined coat guy, who had already started puking. "When I’m using my powers, normal people don’t stand a chance. See?"

I flicked my finger against the bald guy’s bowed head.

It exploded.

Only his lower jaw, tongue, and a few back molars were left hanging there.

I didn’t actually mean to do that. I expected the whole skull to burst like a balloon. Maybe I held back a little.

"Konan!" the butler shouted, dragging his broken body toward the guy in the coat.

Ah, so that was his name.

He tossed the glowing blade toward Konan.

Konan reached out to catch it.

His wrist folded in awkwardly, as the sword slipped and stabbed directly into his face. Then, just as suddenly, the blade reversed course and flew back into the butler’s spine, splitting it open.

They both dropped, dead.

I’m starting to understand how to manipulate objects more precisely, the more I use the particles.

The downside was that It’s far more draining in energy.

That blue blade, the magnetic device, the gun Konan never even got to use. All of it appeared to be custom made to fight Kamijutsu users.

One of them had called me psychic boy earlier.

Yeah, to anyone who couldn’t perceive the particles, that’s exactly what it would look like—some sort of supernatural hocus-pocus.

From the corner of my eye, I caught the kimono woman’s movement. She was slowly reaching for something—definitely an anti-kamijutsu weapon.

Without hesitation, I launched myself from the higher ground, propelled by the particles surrounding me like fuel to a jet engine. As I descended, I forced myself downward with precision, targeting her arm.

The impact of my landing was so powerful, it shook the ground. The remaining few standing around her collapsed outright, as if the quake had knocked the life out of them.

"AARRGGHH!"

Her scream pierced the air. Her arm had been completely crushed, along with whatever weapon she had been attempting to pull.

"Nee-san!!" cried the other woman I had spared earlier.

She was trembling, crouched behind the kimono lady. The wounded woman still tried to shield her, despite the fact that I was literally inches from both of them now.

Now, I feel like a heartless villain.

The rest of the men had completely stopped firing.

It was like all the fight had been drained from their bodies. Some were hunched on the ground, hugging their legs like frightened children.

Others, barely clinging to life despite their injuries, were wheezing for breath.

The ones still conscious just stared at me, their eyes filled with disbelief—like I was some kind of monster, a creature not meant to exist.

Then it came: 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

{Kurosawa Ken has completed the requirements. The title "Shinigami Ō" is authentically yours to possess. Limits to Possessed God Technique have become non-existent.}

What?

The message carved itself into my brain like a branding iron. The moment it hit, a wave of visions burst into my mind without warning.

The pain was near unbearable, as usual

Another city again, burning. Only this time, it looked older and more archaic.

And some new face; a man...

He wore a dark robe beneath a fitted black battle suit, glaring at me with fury and tears...

His eyes were slit and red like a serpent’s.

Then a monster, a massive white beast flapping it’s wing...

Maybe it was a dragon. It towered like a skyscraper, utterly colossal.

And just as suddenly as it had come, the flood of pain stopped.

But the vision overstayed this time, far longer than they had during my first awakening.

"Nee-san, here!" shouted the third woman, the one I had spared.

She’s really making me regret that decision.

She had crawled toward the spot where I had crushed the kimono lady’s hand and picked something up.

Wait. Wasn’t that the device I thought I’d destroyed?

She tossed it to the kimono woman.

The woman caught it with her remaining hand, her expression twisted in rage and despair.

"DIE, YOU DAMN DEVIL!!" she screamed, every word laced with venom.

Then she pressed the small button embedded in the center of the metallic sphere she now held.

"Ah, Ferry, I think there’s a bomb or something undernea—"

KABAAAAAMMMMM!!!