Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 87 - 86: Been So Long Big Sis… | The Blind Fangs [1]

What had started as a casual outing to the convenience store, quickly became a search for their missing companions. After a brief discussion, Hayne and Kaeliyus decided to split up, agreeing to meet at the same spot once their search for Seiya and his elite was complete.

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Seiya and his elite, who had been quietly walking a short distance in front of the duo— Kaeliyus and Hayne, moved in silence until the air was suddenly filled with the enticing aroma of freshly cooked delicacies. They paused mid-step, exchanging glances before instinctively turning toward the source of the mouthwatering scent.

Drawn by the irresistible aroma, they soon found themselves amidst a bustling street lined with food kiosks and trucks, each offering a tempting array of dishes. Without hesitation, they approached the food truck responsible for the aroma that had captured their senses, stopping just beneath its service window.

They stood there, gazing up in silence until the middle-aged woman inside took notice of them. Since the food truck was elevated, she had to stand on her toes and lean forward slightly to get a proper look at her young visitors.

"Oh my, what adorable boys! Were you drawn here by my special takoyaki (ball-shaped octopus snack with toppings)?" she asked with a warm smile, her voice brimming with the cheerfulness of a vendor welcoming her first customers of the day.

Seiya and his elite exchanged a brief glance before nodding, despite having no money to pay.

"Alright then, just a moment," she said with a laugh. "I’m so glad my first customers arrived the moment I opened. It must be fate!"

Humming softly as she worked, the woman soon handed them two servings of steaming takoyaki, golden-brown and drizzled with savory sauce. "That’ll be 850 yen, please," she said, her smile expectant as she waited for payment.

Silence hung in the air as the boys remained still, making no move to pay. As the moment stretched on, the woman’s smile gradually faded, her cheerful demeanor giving way to a tense frown. A bead of sweat slid down her brow as her gaze shifted between them.

"Boys… Don’t tell me you don’t have any money?" Her voice, though still soft, had lost its earlier warmth.

Both nodded in unison, earning a sharp glare.

"Agh! Seriously?" She let out a frustrated sigh. But as her eyes settled on Seiya, whose blindfold obscured his gaze, her expression softened with pity, assuming he was blind. Looking toward Seiya’s elite, his quiet, somber eyes held none of the usual spark found in children their age, stirring a faint pang of sympathy within her. Even so, her stern gaze did not waver.

After a moment, she sighed again, this time with a touch of resignation. "Fine… Just go," she said, waving them off wearily.

Without a word, they turned and walked away, nibbling leisurely on their snacks. Their eyes wandered from one food truck to another, drawn by the vibrant displays and tantalizing aromas that filled the air. Once they had finished, their steps led them toward yet another stand, unbothered by their lack of money—seemingly determined to sample every delicacy the street had to offer without a care in the world, while the others, Hayne and Kaeliyus searched for them.

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In the heart of Tokyo, the Saviors of Humanity Academy/Association stood as a symbol of strength and unity. Its expansive structure stretched wide across the vast grounds, rising tall against the skyline. Large enough to house thousands of Awakeners, the academy exuded an air of authority that resonated through its towering walls.

Within one of the academy’s well-lit offices—bright yet without harshness—a man who appeared to be in his early thirties sat behind a large polished desk. His golden-blond hair was neatly slicked back, accentuating the brilliance of his amber eyes. His fair skin, smooth and unblemished, complemented the formal tailcoat that draped perfectly over his lean yet well-proportioned frame.

Standing before him was a man with average height, rigid and composed, his posture straight as a rod. With a respectful bow, he extended a tablet toward the blond man, who accepted it with a listless motion and placed it on the desk. Lowering his gaze, the blond man scanned the contents displayed on the screen, a weary sigh escaping his lips as he propped his head on one hand.

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"This again…" he muttered, exhaling heavily.

"The Blind Fang organization has grown more violent," the worker reported, his voice steady and professional. "Incidents are increasing with more reports surfacing. Even the police are struggling to keep them in check."

"Ugh…" The blond man let out another sigh, his head dropping against the desk with a soft thud. "Didn’t we send them a warning to tone it down? Twice, in fact. Once last month and another just a week ago. Why are they still acting up? Do they really want a war with us?" His voice muffled against the desk, head rolling lazily against it.

"Yes, sir. Both warnings were delivered," the worker confirmed. "But they continue to disregard them, harassing innocent citizens. Their actions have become so brazen that the media is now all over it."

Another long sigh filled the air as the blond man leaned back in his chair, swiveling gently from side to side. His amber eyes, dulled by fatigue, stared at the ceiling.

"Since they’re the largest organization in Tokyo right now—branches everywhere," he mused bitterly. "It’s gone to their heads."

"Ugh… what to do now?" He groaned, frustrated. "I really don’t want to meet their leader face-to-face to sort this out… What a pain." Yet again, he sighed.

"Well, sir, you won’t be the one meeting him since he’s already been summoned and should be arriving shortly," the worker revealed, causing the blond man to jolt upright in surprise.

"He’s been called here?!" he exclaimed, disbelief flashing in his golden eyes.

The worker gave a curt nod. "The vice commander is currently waiting to meet him."

"Well, that’s.. I guess…" the blond man let out awkwardly, unable to form the right words. He crashed back down on his seat, heaving a sigh of relief. "I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let her handle it. Ha….ha….ha…" he let out an awkward chuckle.

"With their constant appearances in the news, they’ve planted fear in people’s hearts. It’d be best to resolve this without bloodshed," he added, eyes distant with thought. "Then, I’ll just…" his words trailed off as his head slumped down on the desk, dozing off.

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In a corridor that stretched long and straight, footsteps echoed softly against the polished floors. A young girl, dressed in a neatly tailored attire, approached one of the doors lining the hallway. Her poised demeanor and graceful stride exuded an air of elegance as she raised a hand and knocked gently before stepping inside.

At the far end of the room sat a slender woman behind a polished desk. Her sleek black hair fell straight down her back, with neatly trimmed bangs resting just below her brows, framing her pale face. Her elbows rested on the desk, hands arched upright and fingers interlaced, cradling her chin.

Her grey, misty eyes held an icy coldness, gaze distant and in haze—as if frozen in time. The expression on her face was unreadable and devoid of warmth as her eyes locked ahead with an unsettling calm.

"Ms. Hye Rin," the girl who had entered, addressed softly.