Kami-Jutsu: The Yakuza's Son is Aware-Chapter 18: Ken is Ljósari

The moment I had been waiting for had arrived.

Not the massacre inside the hotel, or even the elimination of the Sabertooth’s executives.

No...

As Ken lay on a rock, his forehead streaming streaks of red, I felt it through our pact—

{Requirements have been met... Kurosawa Ken has obtained [Valhalla].}

Bingo.

After I turned into Shadow Wolf, I sank into the ground, literally watching the event unfold from the shadows.

I’d told Ken that I was a Divine Beast...

Well, not that I lied, but that’s not the whole truth.

My white and black fur is the symbol of both my Demonic and Divine parts: I’m part Demonic Beast, part Divine Beast.

But c’mon, what does Ken need that information for?

The real reason I left him to face the Sabertooth’s battalions just now wasn’t because I was scared, as I’d previously claimed.

I believe Ken is Ljósari—the Chosen One of Salvation who reincarnates every 2000 years.

I have no proof for this whatsoever, but what I do have surpasses evidence. I have a gut feeling!!

But okay, gut feeling alone isn’t enough. We need something solid to seal the deal.

So I decei—pardon, convinced Ken to ambush the Sabertooths.

I didn’t lie about the evil those mammoths are involved with.

I just don’t care about what these humans do.

In this world, in a way, strength and identity are measured in blood and souls.

If Ken is Ljósari, it would be loud enough for all to hear if he killed about 400 people minimum... and then got himself thrown to near-death right after.

That would instantly unlock his [Possessed God Technique]—if what I read in the Time-Space Library was legit.

If it wasn’t, well, Ken would just die and I’d go look for the real Ljósari.

But I didn’t think that would be the case.

I mean, Ken awakened just by coming into contact with my core.

I winged it because I was desperate at the time, but that’s supposed to be impossible!

You can’t learn kung fu by watching one Bruce Lee movie.

But I’ve heard these Chosen Ones can bend the conventional and pull off things that should be straight-up impossible.

Then he decided to attack some mafia goons, using Kamijutsu like an amateur swinging nunchucks—and still came out without a scratch.

Well, a bump on the head, but still. Mind-boggling!

He’s a natural at using what little he knows of Kamijutsu, as if... he’s actually a Master who just forgot his full skill set.

Now, someone might say,

"Ferry, that could just be a coincidence. Maybe Ken’s just one of those genius types born once a century."

But no. That’s bullshit.

To make it clear, I led him to Sabertooth’s hotel. And even though I gave him a little support, this kid murders people like he’s taking out the trash.

I’m not just exaggerating here!

It’s literally like doing the dishes: a pain in the ass, but it has to be done.

And poor Yamai, or was it Yamaha?

I mean that other Kamijutsu user—he had solid skill, real power, actual technique developed over a few years, and damn good martial arts.

Ken, on the other hand, believed after a brief scuffle with the guy that their combat level was "about the same."

Which, in case you didn’t know, Ken considers below average.

I don’t fully understand the Kurosawas yet, but if Ken is "below average" in martial arts, then Najima—his sister—and everyone else in that house are freaks that need to be dissected at some university lab in America.

Anyway, he skinned the poor child alive WITHOUT A SINGLE OUNCE OF EMOTIONAL GLITCH.

Even when I was tearing off some guy’s head, I at least felt, "Sheesh, you sure are having a bad day, pal."

All this is NOT normal and points to the fact that he is in fact Ljósari.

But... I wanted more proof, like the bloodthirsty jerk I was.

I knew backup would be coming soon, so I sealed the building and had Ken eat his feast of 400 lives.

So all that was left was a flustered kid, past his curfew, getting tired after blending 400 people into human bacon.

He was bound to have a hard time.

And if a Kamijutsu user is having a bad time (meaning they’re almost dying), they’ll either use their [Possessed God Technique], or get one on the spot.

And one of the various God Techniques of Ljósari is [Valhalla].

And Ken had just obtained it!!

Yahoo! I found him! Ken’s the man!

...Okay, let’s see him use this weapon of mass destruction to level the multitude.

Hehehe!

The moment Ken rammed into the rock, he entered a state of limbo: fluctuating between life and death.

His head hadn’t been damaged, but the hit had been hard regardless.

If Kami particles flow in and out of your vessel... No, just being aware of Kami particles makes your body receptive to them. You’ll become Superhuman in due process.

Though, Ken’s elevation was swift.

"Kahh!" The lady in a tank top and tracksuit pants sighed, "To think the ’Shinigami Ō’ was Kurosawa Ken all along..."

The Don was still staring at Ken’s body with palpable disdain.

"So..." the blue-haired guy who looked like he walked out of a host club turned to the boss, "Do we return the favor to the Kurosawas? The sins of the children can always fall back on the parent."

The boss clenched his jaw. "No amount of bloodshed will bring back my Mio from the dead... For now, take his body."

Before he could finish speaking, Ken’s finger twitched.

"Hey, did that boy just move?" said a man in a suit, with a big smile and dark blue hair, raising an eyebrow.

"I saw it too!" A dark-skinned, burly man with dreadlocks, a sleeveless shirt, and baggy pants replied. "He was one of them psychics, so we gotta check him out real good. Hehehe. Before he resurrects."

"Psychics are certainly powerful," a woman in a dark gown, like she’s mourning her husband, added.

Maybe she’s a widow.

"But I’ve never heard of one returning to life after being killed..." she said, eyeing Ken’s body.

"But we should check again, just to be sure he’s dead."

"Roger!" the cheerful, physically fit lady said as she began to approach Ken.

The blue-haired guy in the silver suit followed.

The dark-skinned burly man with dreadlocks, the smiling creep, and two girls—identical twins, one with a gun, the other with a gun and katana—followed slowly behind.

Meanwhile, a guy in a mask covering his mouth, with a katana sheathed across his back, stood like a sentinel behind the Don and the black widow.

I guess all eight of them were the remaining executives of the Sabertooth Mafia.

The tracksuit lady reached Ken, then, without warning, kicked his head.

His head jolted back and bowed again, lifeless.

"Okay, maybe Jack was seeing things," she said, stepping back. "This guy is halfway past River Styx."

"What?" Supposed-Jack scratched his head. "I wasn’t even the one who saw it first... but I know what I saw! That brat’s fingers twitched, as Satou said—like that scene in every action movie where the main character comes back to life!"

Jack seemed like the paranoid type who didn’t usually make sense to the group, but somehow made the most sense of them all.

"Alright," the widow voiced from behind them...