As the sun go down, it began to snow in the royal capital. As the world is being dyed red by the sunset, it is also being painted black by the shadow. The volume of the fallen snow is increasing.
In that capitalās street, if you look at it from a distance thereās a silver Yoko (spirit fox) in the snow.
She exhaled a white breath, she is waiting for something with a sadness in her eyes
After the sun has completely set for a while, A shadow approached her from behind.
[A silver Yoko that has appeared in the capitalāā it was you after all, Yukimeā¦.!]
As if the piled-up snow has absorbed al the sound in the capital, A voice full of resentment resounded in the extremely quiet capital.
Looking back, Yukime saw a beastman with jet-black fur who lost both of his eyes.
[Gettanā¦. I am always waiting for this day. But when actually did, I wonder why am I feeling this sadnessā¦..?
[Everything, It was all your doingā¦.! Do you intend to snatch everything away from me !!]
[ā¦ā¦.Yes.]
In contrast to Yukimeās flat indifferent face, Gettanās face was unsightly distorted.
[I almost grasp that power in my handsā¦ā¦.. So that no one will be able to take anything away from me anymoreā¦..! You want to deny that from me!!.]
[Itās already over, please give up alreadyā¦ā¦]
[Noā-not yet. If I have the gold you have taken, I can still recover from this!!]
[Gettanā¦..]
[NOW SPILL IT OUT, WHERE DID YOU HIDE IT!!
Gettan draw his naginata. The naginata was as long as his height.
[Well, I wonder where it isā¦..]
[I will force it out of you now.]
Yukime pulled out her iron fan.
[Iām no longer the old me.]
A white snow falls to the ground.
The white moons and countless stars shine in the night sky.
In that beautiful contrast of black and white, an iron fan and a naginata clashed.
The whiteness wraps around them and the blood splashed.
The red blood vividly dyed the white snow canvas.
[Imā¦.Impossibleā¦.!]
The one on his knee is Gettan. He stared with hatred at Yukime and noticed something.
[That kind of magic powerā¦ā¦itās the same of back thenā¦.!?]
Before he knows, Yukimeās appearance has changed.
She now possessed nine silver tails that are gradually getting thicker and longer, her clear water like eyes was dyed blood red.
Even her dense magic power can be felt even without using his sight.
[This is the true appearance of a Yoko tribeā¦ā¦.the winner has already been decided.]
[So, thatās the legendary power of Yokoā¦..the power that took both of my eyes that day!!]
[I took both of your eyesā¦..?]
[Kukuā¦.To think that you didnāt even remember itā¦ā¦ā¦even though you are the one who took my eyes! If you have that kind of power. No, If I have that power everything wouldnāt be taken away from meāā!!]
Seeing Gettanās face filled with hatred, Yukime sadly smile.
[Gettanā¦..Why did you changed. The old you isnāt this kind of personā¦..]
[SHUT UP!! DONāT YOU DARE PITY ME.]
[Itās over.]
Yukime pointed her iron fan at Gettanās neck.
That cold sensation make Gettanās expression froze.
[YUKIMEEEEāā!]
Yukime was looking down at Gettan while holding her iron fan.
That face made her remember something from the time long ago.
As if the time was stopped, the two didnāt move a single muscle.
Only the snow continues to fall around them.
Then, she lowers her iron fan and return her tails and eyes to normal.
[What are you planningā¦ā¦ā¦]
[This is the end of my revenge.]
[The endā¦. you say.]
[What has caused you to changed, I still donāt understand. However, the fact that you have sinned and the fact that you saved both the village and my life still standā¦ā¦ Your sin will never overwrite your good deeds nor does it go other way around. I still want to believe in the you who saved me on that dayā¦ā¦..]
Yukime turns her back and walk away on the white snow.
[Soā¦..this is goodbye, Gettanā¦..]
Gettan using both of his crushed eyes and stared at Yukimeās back with hatred.
[Donātā¦ā¦.fuck with meā¦ā¦.]
His hatred did not reach Yukime.
He swallows a red pill. His wound rapidly heals andāā.
[ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦a]
Flower of blood bloomed on the white snow.
[How far do you intend to mock me.]
[Getā¦.tanā¦ā¦ā¦]
Yukime who was pierce by a naginata fell down on the snow.