21st Century Necromancer-Chapter 935 - 928: The Terrifying Elementary Student

Chapter 935 -928: The Terrifying Elementary Student

By the time the other group of mercenaries responsible for monitoring Minami received Kusanagi Ritsuko’s distress signal and arrived at the abandoned building, they simply couldn’t believe their eyes.

The walls inside the building were riddled with holes caused by impacts, a reinforced concrete column snapped clean in half, its rebar bent and crushed. The floor was littered with craters of varying sizes, some resembling footprints, others shaped like fists.

“What exactly were you fighting? Wolverine or the Hulk?” A mercenary who had come to assist knelt down, examining the punched-through floor. He reached out to touch it, convinced it must have been smashed by a fist.

Though he himself could perform similar feats, when he compared his fist to a nearby indent in the wall, he discovered that the punch mark was only half the size of his own fist—like it had been made by a child.

Could a child possibly have left such a punch mark? The mercenary thought for a moment and immediately concluded it was impossible. Even among Transcendents, gifted prodigies couldn’t pull off something like this as mere children. Human development requires time—unless what they’re dealing with is something non-human.

With his companions, he lifted Kusanagi Ritsuko and the man who had collapsed amidst the rubble of a smashed wall, carrying them outside. As they moved, the assisting mercenary couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly did you provoke? That fist mark is way too small! It’s like something a grade-schooler would leave behind.”

The man, whose face was swollen half-shut, responded with a garbled, bitter laugh: “You might not believe it, but… it was four grade-schoolers. They were just… agh! Too ferocious.”

His bitter smile pulled at his wounds, causing him to grimace and grit his teeth in pain.

“Grade-schoolers? How could that even be possible? You sure your brain didn’t get scrambled by the beating?” The supporting mercenary outright dismissed the notion that children were responsible. It was simply too absurd to believe.

Kusanagi Ritsuko, as an operative of the Public Security Bureau, was herself no slouch in terms of combat ability. The man, too, was an elite among mercenaries. Although both were only at the Formal Rank as Transcendents, together they shouldn’t have been left in such a miserable state—not even by someone at Master Rank.

But Master Rank? Even Transcendents who begin training at a young age need time to grow, hone their abilities, and unlock their potential.

At the very least, a child’s bones need to mature by age four or five before they can safely begin Transcendent training. Even then, the intensity must be carefully managed to avoid lasting injuries.

Under these circumstances, no matter how gifted a child might be, they’d need at least a decade or so to reach Formal Rank. Reaching Master Rank as a child? Unthinkable.

Kusanagi Ritsuko, however, shook her head and said bitterly, “Ordinary grade-schoolers? Of course not. But four Legendary-rank grade-schoolers? That’s a different story. If they weren’t holding back and avoiding fatalities, we’d have had no chance of surviving.”

“Legendary-rank grade-schoolers? What are you even talking about? There’s no way creatures that terrifying could exist, let alone children.” The mercenary assisting the man had seen his fair share of Legendary Warriors and heard even more tales. But from all the legends and encounters, the youngest Legendary Warrior he’d ever heard of was over forty years old. The idea of a child reaching such heights was absurd.

Kusanagi Ritsuko, of course, knew grade-schoolers couldn’t normally attain Legendary-rank powers. Yet the four little girls she had faced were unquestionably Legendary. If it weren’t for the leader of the group repeatedly shouting for empathy and restraint—insisting on sparing lives—the outcome could have been catastrophic. Just the girl wielding a ship anchor could have easily demolished the entire abandoned building, burying them all beneath the wreckage.

“They are summoned entities, born with Legendary-level strength. As for why they appear as childlike figures resembling grade-schoolers…” Kusanagi Ritsuko explained, her bitter smile deepening. “Their adult forms are Demigod level beings.”

“Demigods? That’s outright insane,” another mercenary escorting Ritsuko couldn’t resist gasping in shock. For bottom-tier Transcendents like them, Legendary strength was already mythical. Demigods? Those were beings they dared not even mention.

“Aren’t we currently facing off against a Demigod?” Seeing the disbelief etched across the assisting mercenaries’ faces, Kusanagi Ritsuko revealed intelligence she’d received from her Public Security Bureau colleagues: “I heard from one of my colleagues that this Demigod possesses a unique Summoning Spell that allows him to summon historical warships in humanoid form. The more famous the warship, the more powerful the summon. And he’s already summoned seven Demigod-level warship entities. The four we just encountered, being Legendary-level, were an incredible stroke of fortune.”

Kusanagi Ritsuko’s revelation caused the two mercenaries to exchange astonished glances, their expressions colored with shock, dread, and growing apprehension.

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When Kusanagi Ritsuko and the man were picked up by their comrades, a helicopter resembling a model toy hovered motionless above the roof of the abandoned building, silently capturing footage of their departure.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh! Someone really did show up! Hibiki, how did you know?” Rai stared at the control panel’s screen, where the departing group of four was visible, her gaze shifting to Hibiki in astonishment.

After the fight, Rai—simple-minded as ever—had initially wanted to report back to Chen Yu. But Hibiki had stopped her, arguing they should wait because the two individuals they had just beaten up were bound to call for reinforcements. That way, they could follow the rescuers and locate their actual base.

Hibiki’s suggestion had been endorsed by Akatsuki, so the four little girls chose not to immediately leave. Instead, they hid nearby while Rai deployed her helicopter once again.

Rai had grown quite attached to the aircraft. Compared to the planes carried during her time as a warship, this helicopter was far superior to anything deployed by her older sisters. Such excellence naturally filled Rai with pride.

“It’s just basic reasoning. Under normal circumstances, even on the battlefield, injured comrades are rescued as a first priority,” Hibiki explained evenly, though a hint of subtle pride adorned her otherwise expressionless face. “Once their comrades are rescued, the most logical next step would be to take them back to their base, much like how wounded soldiers are sent to a field hospital.”

“Sugoi! Hibiki, you’re so knowledgeable!” Rai complimented enthusiastically before turning to Akatsuki and asking, “Akatsuki, so what should we do next? Should we follow them to their base and give them another good beating?”

“Hmm…” Akatsuki pondered briefly, then nodded. “The commander wants them to know when to retreat and cease operations. We need to at least confirm that they’ve truly learned their lesson before reporting back to the commander.”

“Oh! Then let’s see Lady Rai help us track them down!” Rai exclaimed excitedly, immediately piloting the helicopter to follow Kusanagi Ritsuko and her companions.