A Shinobi Among Yokai Chapter 21

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Naruto took a step back as Moka exploded with power. Silver hair? Check. Red eyes? Yep. Bigger boobs and ass? Definitely. Annoyed expression? Maybe just a bit.

"You've brought me out already?" Her eyes narrowed and flickered behind him, glinting with familiarity. "What's happening?"

"The city's being attacked." Naruto said bluntly. "But listen, I need you to-" He felt the same yoki slam into his senses again, making him pause as he turned his head in the direction it came from.

"Naruto."

'I know.' He turned back to Moka, seeing her looking in the same direction he had been, a frown on her face. "Moka?"

She shook her head and focused back on him. "What'd you want from me?"

"Take out as many people on the ground as you can." Naruto kept his voice as strong and confident as he could—he got the feeling that Moka wouldn't follow him, no matter what he said, if he didn't sound like he had a clue as to what he was doing. "Kill them, knock them out, I don't care. Just make sure they can't do anything else to the city."

"Fine." She agreed after studying him for a few moments. "And what will you be doing?"

The yoki was still prominent, and he was sure as all hell that Moka could feel it just as much as he could. "I think you already know the answer to that."

Things blurred by as Tsukune ran. In the sky above, he saw a helicopter let loose a missile, the projectile flying into a building and setting off a fiery explosion that rocked the ground. A few floors had been consumed in fire. He could hear them—their screams, despite the distance. They didn't last long, but he knew that the sound would stay with him for the rest of his life.

He ignored the people running past him(they'd be fine, unless another helicopter showed up, which he wouldn't be able to do anything against anyway), the dead bodies, the torn up parts of road, and any debris that had been strewn about.

Yukari was behind him. Her legs were moving faster than his, but they were shorter and covered less distance with each step, so they were covering around the same amount of ground.

Tsukune ran into the closest building that was still standing. The glass sliding door had been smashed in, the top few floors had been blown out and were on fire and the walls were burnt. He covered his mouth as he went in, coughing lightly at the thick smoke. Corpses littered the floor, bullet holes and blood was splattered on the walls, and the place absolutely stank.

'They've already been through here.' Tsukune thought. He stopped in his tracks. If the government—that's who he assumed was responsible—had already swept through the building, then he doubted anyone here was still alive, loath as he was to admit.

He was about to leave and check the next building, but his eyes widened when he heard gunshots above him. Spinning around, he sprinted for the stairs and leaped up them two-three at a time. A man cursing and shouting reached his ears, followed by more gunshots, and he could hear Yukari running behind him.

Tsukune got a couple floors above ground level, and he could tell that the commotion was happening up here. He ran past the bulk of office cubicles, down the hall, around the corner before skidding to a stop. His heart was pounding and he felt dizzy, but he still had enough common sense to know that he shouldn't run head first into a confrontation without thinking things through at least a little bit first.

"You piece of shit!" He heard the shout and a single gunshot, followed by a thud. He was close by.

The next voice wasn't as loud, but Tsukune could still hear it clearly. "He's in there. Fire."

They did. He heard the bullets fire for but a few moments, then came coughing, spitting and gurgling sounds.

He moved up a bit more. He needed to see what was going on. Peeking his head around, he looked through the glass that led into a large office. There was three men, all clothed in black, helmets on their heads and padding on their knees and elbows, a vest over their torsos. They each held automatic machine guns, aimed at the closed, bullet-ridden wooden door on the opposite side of the office.

The one in the middle moved forward and wrenched the door open. Tsukune couldn't see much with the man in the way, but he could tell that the door led to a bathroom, and that there was a man with black slacks and fancy shoes on lying on the floor, blood soaking them and pooling around him.

He was still alive, apparently. "You took your time in getting me." Despite his weak voice and the trouble it sounded like he was having producing noise, he gave Tsukune the impression that he'd accomplished something. "I had to kill five of you cunts before you paid me any attention."

"And now look at you." The man who had opened the door taunted. "Dying on the floor of a bathroom, drinking your own blood, barely able to speak."

Tsukune dug into his pocket and brought out one of the kunai he had in there, clutching it. He still didn't have a clue as to what he was supposed to do. If he just ran in there he'd get shot to pieces, but if he didn't do anything then they were eventually going to come out and kill him before continuing their massacre anyway.

He felt Yukari slide up next to him. Glancing down at her, he saw her poke her head around him and into the office, eyes narrowing in thought.

The dying man coughed again, shifting in his position, spitting out more blood. His assailant reared his head back and wiped something off of his face—did the guy just spit blood at his face? "And I'm still a sight better than you ever will be."

He raised his gun at the dying man and Yukari waved her wand. The door to the bathroom shook and slammed shut, sending him flying across the office, his gun leaving his hands. Tsukune watched with wide eyes as she kept waving her wand around, sending various things in the office into the three armed men—the metal desk, a few filing cabinets, a potted plant, the office chair, and a painting with a wooden border around it.

All three of them had ended up on the floor by the time she'd finished, grunting and groaning, attempting to shove whatever was on top of them away.

Tsukune scowled. It was now or never. If he didn't go in and do something, then Yukari's actions would have been for nothing and they'd be back at square one.

He wrenched the door handle down, slamming the door open.

The man closest to him reached for his gun—a pistol that had been strapped to his waist—but Tsukune got to it first, aiming it down at the man who had frozen in his awkward position, just starting at him. He wore a face mask, but Tsukune could still see the blue eyes, filled to the brim with trepidation and indecision.

His finger resting on the trigger, Tsukune's hands shook. Could he do it? It would be so easy—he just had to pull the trigger. But, what about afterwards? Could he live with himself knowing that people had lost their lives because of him?

He heard something crunch and a shout of pain. Looking up, he saw Yukari standing over a man with a filing cabinet laying on top of him, wand held in the air. "You have to do it Tsukune-san." Her voice was cold. Much colder than an eleven year old's should be. "Because if you don't, then I will."

Tsukune looked back down at the man beneath him. He tried to tell himself that it was better this way. That the man had partly caused thousands of deaths already, would keep doing it, and that he deserved it.

It didn't help him. But Tsukune steadied himself and looked directly in the man's eyes before he pulled the trigger.

Naruto leaped through the air, wind whipping at his face. Twisting in the air slightly, he planted his feet on the side of a half-destroyed building before launching off again, aiming himself for the side of the helicopter hovering above the street closest to him.

He could see the pilot and co-pilot, both looking down at the destruction. He held out his palm and chakra began to swirl above it, spinning faster and faster until he had fully formed a Rasengan, the sphere giving off a whirling noise. When he got close enough, he thrust his arm forward with a grunt, the rapidly spinning ball of chakra slamming into its side, right above the mounted weapons.

It easily ripped through the metal. Naruto saw the co-pilot snap his head in his direction, but he couldn't really see his face. He let the rest of the technique loose, causing the airborne vehicle to tilt sideways before beginning a rapid spin. It crashed into a building, the blades still spinning and cutting up anything in its way as it slid through a few floors. The tail had been ripped off during the crash and hung somewhat out the side of the building.

Naruto didn't bother with them any more than that, leaping off again in the direction the yoki was coming from. As he got closer, the yoki seemed to broaden, coming from a large area rather than a specific spot. Either whoever was causing it was growing to massive proportions without him seeing them, or they were sending their yoki out into the area so he couldn't find them. Probably the latter.

He'd be able to find them without much trouble if he used senjutsu, but he didn't have the time for that right now.

Naruto stopped in his tracks, planting his feet on a building which had its top half in pieces over the ground. Broken steel support beams jutted out all over the exposed floor he was on, a fire raged on behind him, and there was plaster, wood, concrete, and shattered glass strewn everywhere.

He didn't pay much attention to the details, instead focusing on finding the owner of the yoki with his eyes.

The sound of explosions and gunfire rocked the city around him, distracting him. He turned his head when he heard a loud pssh, watching as a missile descended on a group of people and blowing them to bits.

He clenched his fists. Whoever had ordered this to happen was going to suffer very harsh consequences, and he was going to deliver them himself.

Something caught his attention—a subtle spike that pierced his senses. Whipping around, he only just managed to slide himself out of the way from something that probably would have cut him to shreds—he didn't have enough time to see what it was—bending down and using his hands as he went to keep from face planting.

Shards of glass, bits of plaster and concrete had been thrown up from the whoever-it-was' arrival, along with a thin layer of dust that was just enough to cloak their features.

Naruto could make out their basic attributes, though. It was obviously a female, one with a rather petite frame and a bit short, along with tied up, short hair. She slashed her hand through the layer of dust and it dissipated, giving Naruto a much clearer view of her. Her hair was a blackish-blue, she wore a sort of black cheongsam, coupled with a pair of black knee-high combat boots. Her skin was as pale as Moka's, but what caught Naruto's attention the most was her red eyes with a familiar vertical slit in them.

She smirked. "You're quick."

"Who are you?" Naruto asked. The yoki that had been permeating the air had fizzled down and was now focused directly on her. She was definitely the cause of it, no doubt about that. "Better yet, are you the reason for this shitstorm?"

"Akua." She introduced. Her voice was confident, regal and cold. "I might be the reason." She took a step forward and Naruto summoned a tri-pronged kunai into his hand. "Aiya, you're a twitchy one."

She looked calm and relaxed, but Naruto was tense and ready for her to make a move. He could lose his head if he wasn't. The amount and strength of the yoki she was putting out was no joke. "Do you have a reason to massacre an entire city full of innocent civilians?"

He had to know. It might help him not only understand who he was going up against, but potentially what Fairy Tale wanted. Then again, there might not be a reason—some people were just fed up with the world and the way it was, wanting nothing more than to just watch it burn.

"Now that depends." She slowly, dangerously, began to move towards him, her boots crunching on the shards of broken glass. She was going to attack any moment. Naruto sent chakra into his feet, sticking to the floor he was standing on, wanting to make sure he was staying in the one place. "Are you going to stand there and die, or are you going to try and survive?"

As soon as her left foot hit the floor again, she rocketed forwards, shaking the building in the process.

If Naruto didn't have as much experience with opponents moving at insanely fast speeds as he did, he'd probably already be dead. But, as it turned out, he managed to bring the kunai in his hands up in time to block her hand which looked like it was going to bisect him. He thought that the steel would cut through her flesh, but instead her hand had started to cleave through it.

Seeing that she was easily cutting through his weapon of choice, he pumped his chakra through it and it held steady from then on.

But that wasn't enough to stop the sheer force Akua was using. She finished the arc her arm had been going in and Naruto suddenly felt weightless, the half-destroyed building he'd been standing on quickly disappearing.

She'd used so much strength that she'd hurled him through the air, he realised, despite the chakra he'd been using to keep him grounded. He felt the back of his body smash through glass, followed by what was probably a concrete wall, then a few more, until finally he roughly bounced into another one that stopped him in his tracks.

He groaned and coughed, rolling onto his hands and knees before hurling out a bunch of blood. "Ugh." He grunted and spat the rest of what was in his mouth out. "Damn that fucking hurt."

"It looked like it." Kurama remarked without worry. "But you've had worse."

"I've also had better." He took in a deep breath, feeling any shards of glass that had embedded into his back pop out as the biju's chakra healed his external wounds. He groggily stood up, leaning his weight on a tipped over desk, still feeling dazed. "She's really strong." He murmured. "Maybe more so than Moka-chan. Stupidly fast, too."

Naruto made himself focus. She was coming for him, he could sense her. He summoned a handful of tri-pronged kunais into both of his hands, throwing and scattering them around the office floor he was on. They probably wouldn't be in the building for that long, but maybe he could surprise her, catch her off guard and take her out.

Moka broke his arm, listening to the crunch in satisfaction before releasing him and spinning him around in the process, slamming her foot into his stomach and sending him into a wall. His head drooped, arms laying slack by his side.

Moka bent down and picked up his gun, snapping it in half over her knee like one would a stick. "Tch." She threw the two halves away, hearing them clatter along the ground. "I really didn't need to be here. They don't put up much of a fight."

Despite her verbal thoughts, she continued on, killing anyone garbed in black that she came across. She had to. They were on a battlefield. If she didn't, they'd only cause more trouble for her later on. Besides, it wasn't like it really bothered her much. They were humans, her natural enemy.

So, Moka went on, snapping necks, crushing throats, throwing them from any buildings she went up into. She tried to keep any destruction to a minimum. The city had already taken a beating, and was still taking it, and any more damage might topple what little of the buildings that stood.

Everywhere she went, corpses littered the ground—both civilian and military—fires raged, the roads and pavement was torn up, parts of helicopters were strewn about—even a couple crashed helicopters with dead pilots inside—and she could always see at least one building that had collapsed and left only destruction in its wake.

She jogged out the back of an apartment building, past the barely hanging on door, and into an alley. Rounding the corner, she stopped in her tracks, a squad of ten men at the end of the alley, all aiming their guns at her. Five of them were kneeling on the ground while the other five were standing behind them.

Moka didn't blink.

There was enough room between each man for someone to walk through. And that's exactly what someone did. He was tall, probably 6'5" or 6'6", and wore a military uniform like the others, the only difference being instead of the black face mask, he had an angled down black cap on, a symbol pinned to the front of it—a crow spreading its wings, two hilts sticking out of its shoulders, showing that it was supposed to have swords strapped to its back.

Seeing as he wasn't wearing a mask, Moka could make out his facial features, sans his eyes which were covered by his cap. His skin was pale, his lips were slightly angled up, along with ebony-coloured hair which fell out of his cap. What stuck out to her the most though was that she could feel yoki coming from him. It wasn't much, but he was clearly a yokai.

"Enjoying the night?" He stopped around five feet in front of his men. Moka didn't answer. "No? Well, I think it's beautiful. All the blood coating the streets, piles of the dead."

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"Names aren't important at the moment." He dismissed easily. "But if you really want to know, then why don't you come with us Akashiya-san?"

Moka narrowed her eyes. He made it sound like they were after her specifically. "No, I don't think I will."

"Oh come now, it's not like you've got much of a choice." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, smile growing. "See these guys? They're all packing silver bullets—you know, the ones that can kill vampires." He shrugged his shoulders in a care-free way. "Maybe you can dodge some, but not all of them. They'll eventually hit you one way or another. Especially in such a confined space."

She didn't doubt that. She was fast, but not that fast. "You won't kill me." She pointed out confidently. "You wouldn't ask me to come with you if you were going to."

"You're right. There's someone that wants to see you." He admitted. "We're not supposed to kill you, but nothing was said about how many holes would be in your body, or how many pieces you had to be in."

"Speaking of being in pieces-" Moka smirked. Behind the man, the five standing men with their guns pointed at her screamed, blood spurting out of their bodies in long slashes. The screams didn't last long, and they soon fell to the floor in separate chunks. "You might want to watch yourself."

"There's another yokai here." He sounded surprised, but not intimidated by the display. He turned his head to look behind him. "A werewolf."

"You bet!" A blur whooshed by in the alley. The five remaining men opened fire but they didn't hit their target. One of them screamed and Moka watched as he swiftly disappeared into the night, his scream getting more and more silent until it was abruptly and roughly ended.

The remaining four men had moved to surround their leader with their backs facing him, quickly searching around them for any signs of their would-be killer.

Moka could sense him moving around, and she assumed that the military leader in front of her could as well—he hadn't even bothered to move.

Suddenly, the blur came back, slamming into two of them in one go, claws ripping straight through the first one's stomach while launching the second one directly at Moka herself.

She reared her leg back before slamming it forward, hitting the airborne man in the side of his ribs and sending him rocketing into the brick wall. She heard his skull either crack or smash into bits before he hit the ground, blood flowing out of his head as his body gave off a few final twitches.

When Moka looked back at the guy in command, he was alone, what would have been his last two men laying against either side of the alleys' walls, their decapitated heads resting on the ground beside them. The man himself had blood splattered over his attire but he still hadn't moved an inch.

"Are you finished?" He questioned. Not a moment after the words had flowed from his mouth, Gin, his full werewolf form out, blurred into frame between him and Moka, his fur coated in blood.

"No." Gin's voice was low and almost a growl. "There's still one more rat left."

The man tilted his head up just slightly, revealing the colour of his iris in his left eye—red, just like hers. He lifted his arm as if to beckon Gin to come to him. "Then by all means, finish the job."

Naruto watched as she smashed through the window, pretty much bouncing off the floor and letting her momentum carry her body towards him. He wasn't going to stand there and take it this time, she'd just lift him off his feet and send him for another trip through the city.

He flipped through a couple of hand signs, preparing. When he was done, he sucked in as much air as he could take, and when she was just about to bisect him with her hand—a hair's length away—he moved, appearing right above her crouched on the ceiling.

"Futon: Shinku Taigyoku!"

From his mouth, a large sphere of wind shot out, rapidly expanding as it went. It sliced through Akua and slammed into the floor, ripping everything in its way to shreds, sending bits and pieces of what was left all over the place, obscuring Naruto's vision and getting him to move to another one of the kunai.

He could hear it—going all the way through every floor in the building.

But she was still alive. He could still sense and see her. Despite having seen it hit her right in the top of her skull himself, she was far from dead. She was standing in the same spot that she had been when his technique had hit her, the swiftly rotating wind that had surrounded her and flung things throughout the floor they were on slowly started to dissipate until it was completely gone.

"Aiya~" Akua smiled playfully, reaching up to the nape of her neck. When she brought her hand back there was blood on it—not a whole lot, just a fine line along her index finger. Bringing her hand up, she traced her tongue along the length of her finger, lapping it up. "You nicked me."

Naruto picked up the kunai that was stuck in the floor at his feet, smiling easily. "You really shouldn't stop moving." He waited a moment, then the next frame he saw was of Akua's back facing him. Swinging his arm, he made a move to decapitate her and end it now. But she apparently had an astounding reaction time, spinning around and slicing the blade of the kunai clean off in one fluid motion.

Naruto ducked down and moved in low, extending his arm in an attempt to tag her. He could see her leg moving towards him, but he kept going—he had to get it on her. His hand was only inches away, her leg even closer to his chest. Everything moved at a snail's pace. He could see it—what was going to happen. He'd passed the point of no return, even if he tried to back out now and dodge her leg, he wouldn't succeed. All he could do was hope that he'd be able to tag her while he was still in reach.

The knee slammed into his chest before he punctured the ceiling, his body breaking through the next few floors until he slowed down enough to not break through the next floor, gravity making him fall down and break a wooden desk in the process.

He pulled himself to his knees slowly, coughing out blood and any other fluid that wanted to make an exit through his mouth. Wiping his face with his sleeve, he smirked. He could pretty much feel his ribs snap back together as his pain started to dull and fade away, the sensation of natural chakra rushing into his system at a rapid pace. The clone that he had made before Akua arrived had obviously dispersed, it was a bit later than he would have preferred but oh well. It didn't matter now he supposed.

Naruto could feel one extra of his seals, moving around below him. So he had managed to get it onto her, somewhere—either that or she was screwing around with one of his kunai just to mess with him, but he doubted it.

Fixating his attention on it, he instantly vanished from his position, appearing right beside the unsuspecting Akua. He didn't waste any time and snatched her arm in both of his hands, knowing that if he let up for even a fraction of a second then she'd have a chance to fight him back. Using the extra strength he'd gained from the natural chakra, he flung her around before letting go, rocketing her through a few walls and eventually out of the building.

Naruto appeared by her again, catching her in mid air and flipping her over so that her back was facing the ground with him above her. He sent a hard punch at her gut and she brought up her arms to block it—which she successfully did, but she didn't stop the immense force behind it and was sent on a very rapid descent into the ground.

It sounded like an explosion had gone off when she hit—the road split and was ripped apart, creating cracks and gaps all around so large that they'd began to scale what was left of the surrounding buildings. Chunks of debris were hurled into the air, obscuring his vision.

He didn't give her a chance to recover, using the seal he'd placed on her to once more appear at the position she was at, swinging his fist straight away. He felt it slam and destroy something hard beneath him. Adjusting to his current surroundings, he noticed that he was where Akua had crash landed, but she wasn't there. Instead, her clothes lay in the destroyed road, his fist buried into them and the earth.

Naruto frowned. 'Did she figure it out already?' Standing up, he looked towards where he could sense her yoki and hear her combat boots hit the destroyed road. Apparently she wore a white sundress that went down to just above her knees underneath. She looked a bit disheveled and beaten, but no fatal injuries or broken limbs, and she had a competitive glint in her red, slitted eyes.

"Come on, Naruto-kun." She grinned in excitement. "You need to do better. That's not nearly enough to kill me."

Naruto readied himself and got into a fighting stance. He debated on whether or not to bother with putting another seal on her, but decided against it—she'd probably just keep stripping down and render them pointless. Unless he had a chance to get one directly on her skin, he wasn't going to bother.

Moka saw a rosary on a small chain slip out of his sleeve, the chain sitting nicely around his wrist. She narrowed her eyes—he was a vampire as well, and the small show of the object explained why he seemed confident despite his low amount of yoki.

Gin blasted forward, his already blinding movement speed enhanced by the moon light. She heard a clink as the other vampire detached his rosary, exploding with power as soon as he'd done so. The werewolf didn't have enough time to back out now, whether he wanted to or not, he was too invested in the attack.

She saw her senior's blur slam into him, but he brought his arm up just before collision and hit Gin right under his chin with the back of his hand. The werewolf was sent soaring through the air, his body smashing through a window and into an apartment. She heard several other crashes soon follow.

"I'm assuming you're done with the whole talking thing?" Moka looked back down to the other vampire, his red slitted eyes and ebony hair out for the world to see, along with a sneaky smile. "I'll take that as a yes."

He didn't seem as strong as she was, not in yoki nor physical strength. But that didn't mean she could completely disregard him—he was a vampire like her; maybe he had superior speed—he had been able to move quick enough to launch Gin into the building.

Moka kicked off from her spot, rocketing forward, extending her leg out when she was close to him and slamming it right under his rib cage. His body hunched over her leg for a moment, before propelling out of the alley, across the road, tearing up the ground as he went, into the alley on the opposite side, until finally his body slammed through the four stories that had been left of a once much taller building, making it collapse in on itself.

She watched as it fell with mild interest but didn't let it captivate her attention entirely. He was still very much alive—she could sense him, and things were just never that easy. There was an explosion of air the rocketed out from the building collapsing in on itself, sending any dust, dirt, and debris soaring away from it.

Moka was about to go and pursue, but stopped herself, and not a moment later Gin blurred into her peripheral vision, standing beside her. He looked roughed up, but fine otherwise. "Moka-san, we'll take him together."

Oh, great. Now she had to deal with idiocy, too. "No." She said bluntly, not even bothering to spare him a glance when his shoulders slumped and a suddenly depressing aura overcame him. "You need to finish where I left off—deal with all the ground soldiers."

"What, so I deal with the grunts while you and Naruto take on the bigger threats?"

"Yes." She began to walk towards where she'd booted the vampire. "That shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?"

He grunted in disapproval. Turning her head over her shoulder, she glared at him. He froze. "Nope. Not at all."

Gin's voice sounded a tad more high pitched than usual. She faced her head forward, continuing on her path. "Good boy."

Moka made her way through the trench she'd made with the vampire's body, across the road and through the alley until she reached the collapsed building. He was still in there, unmoving. Maybe he was unconscious? Yoki signatures and flow didn't change much—sometimes not at all—just because they weren't awake.

She took another step forward and her eyes widened. Angling her body, she just managed to avoid a large chunk of building, hearing it slam behind her and break into a bunch of smaller chunks. Frowning, she waited, and just a moment later another one—larger than the last—came towards her from the hill of building. Instead of dodging this time, she brought her leg up and swung it down on the large piece, smashing it into tiny rocks that bounced on the ground around her before settling.

She wasn't going to wait for the next one. Lunging forward, she slammed her first into the hill of rubble. The chunk she'd hit directly shattered instantly, along with the window that had been attached to it. Her arm kept going, the force of her hit reverberating through the entire hill/pile/mountain of brick, glass, wood, plaster, steel, and whatever else had been keeping the building standing.

On the outside, it was only vibrating just a bit. But on the inside, she could feel it all slamming, smashing, crunching against itself. Before long, she sensed him moving up, and then she watched as his torso burst out the top, dragging the rest of him soon after. His clothes were torn in some places, showing off some of his pale-skinned body. But even then, he still maintained a regal and proud look to him.

Like any other vampire would, she supposed. Especially from just a small skirmish like that.

"That was unsavory." He dusted off and patted down his uniform. "Ooh, and that kick—it actually hurt."

"Are you going to keep running running your mouth?"

"Afraid not, Akashiya-san." He reached behind him and pulled out a pistol, but he was too far away for her to see any detail on it. "We were given a set amount of time to clear out the city, you see, before the next lot of them is coming in to collect."

What he said had gained her interest—who was he speaking about? What were they coming to collect? Why was it necessary to clear the city beforehand? She forced all of her questions into the back of her mind. It wasn't time for her to wonder, she needed to fight and beat the vampire in front of her.

In the distance, above the military man's head, she watched as a helicopter fretted about, a blue dash soaring around it—Kurumu. She went around and around it until she came up from behind, forcing the co-pilot's door open.

That's when Moka focused back on the vampire and smirked as she readied herself for an actual fight.

Chapter 21 done!