Nagato Kagutsuchi: The Dawn
Ch. 249 — Talk Shinigami And Kagutsuchi
“Kagutsuchi, that's your marg name right?” The Spirit of the Death God, Shinigami looked at Nagato with a terrifying grinning smile.
“What's up? Did my ancestor make you hurt?” Nagato stared at the form of the Death God Spirit, Shinigami, with a sharp gaze.
Even though he is now in his subconscious. Nagato felt himself still clashing sword slashes with Kousuke. The sensation of full concentration that was almost the same when he was and touched the black gate made Nagato feel that there was something he should know and talk about with the Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami.
“Kagutsuch. One of the five human descendants who hold the promise of an ancestor. Along with the birth of the five Ancient Curses. You five descendants who have hidden powers will only be wiped out by other humans. Know, your blood, Kagutsuchi, no one accepts you. The world knows you as the descendant of a murderer!”
The Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami, stared at Nagato's shriveled countenance. It seems that Nagato is not too fond of the words of the Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami.
“I understand the outline. You are just a lonely creature. I don't care if the whole world hates me. But I still have people who support me and with me. They are not many, but they are always there for me.”.
The mouth of the Death God Spirit opened. His long tongue was sticking out. No one thought this time Nagato would say the words that made him so emotional.
“Your life won't last much longer. I don't really care. I hope the one who got my curse after you, is not like you.” The Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami, seemed to want to grip Nagato. But in Nagato's body was the Spirit of the Black One. One of the inheritors of the heavenly power. The form of a beautiful woman who once showed her form to Nagato would never allow the Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami, to act arbitrarily.
Nagato smiled faintly and looked at the look on the face of the Death God Spirit, Shinigami. Hand grasps. He noticed that horrible face.
“Nothing after me. Enough of me being last. Because I am the last descendant of Kagutsuchi.” With his calm and confident face Nagato thought he had urged the Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami, but his words made the creature in front of him was about to cut off his head.
“Do not be arrogant! Your descendants will be my container!” The Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami, smiled smirked and let out a voice that sounded like laughter yet was terrifying. Even Nagato until the cold sweat heard it.
Nagato gulped and tried to remain calm. This time he did not take his eyes off the slightest and continued to stare intently at the Death God Spirit, Shinigami.
“Don't talk like you can see the future. You're just a spirit living in my subconscious. If I die, you'll die. Because there are no Kagutsuchi descendants other than this me. You think I'm gonna have a kid. Kagutsuchi only left me!”
Nagato was still staring at the face of the Death God Spirit, Shinigami. A face that was like a demon, had long white hair with two white horns. When the Spirit God of Death, Shinigami, smiled smirked. Nagato noticed the shape of his mouth that was filled with those sharp and jagged teeth.
“Tell me. Can you see the future?” Nagato looks like a young boy who is introgating the Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami.
“Rigger! A human like you is so arrogant!” The sickle-shaped sword almost cut off Nagato's neck again. But I don't know for what reason. The Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami, did not cut off Nagato's head, and only gnashed him.
“I can't see the future. I can only estimate. Humans will kill each other at any time. The race that feels itself the highest and most arrogant is human. Tribal differences even led to divisions. I seem to be talking too much. But it was a time when we all guided people. They had instead turned into a more ruthless figure than the demons. The outer being is just a trick. But you, the humans, are the real demons!”
Nagato closed his eyes as the mouth of the Death God Spirit, Shinigami, spoke before him. The gust of wind made him retreat five steps backward.
“You hate humans so much. When I met you. You're always blabbering with that devil face of yours. Do you know, I don't care at all about your story!”
Nagato saw the eyes of the Death God Spirit, Shinigami, completely round and suddenly turned furious.
“Kub kill you!”
Nagato signaled the Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami, with his hands so as not to kill him in his subconscious.
“I'm in a battle right now. I haven't had breakfast yet and I currently have the aura of a body that has been drained. I need your help now.”
Nagato's words made the sickle-shaped sword stop right on his body. This time the Death God Spirit, Shinigami, extended his hand.
Nagato shook it and swung. A faint smile adorned Nagato's face. Now he was not as afraid as before when he saw the form of the Death God Spirit, Shinigami.
“What? Do you want to be my friend?” Inexhaustible. Without a second thought, this time Nagato managed to make the monstrous creature in front of him instantly release an extremely concentrated pitch-black aura, even blacker than the pitch of night.
His aura is very gripping. Nagato held back with one of his hands that he closed in his eyes.
“Looks like you have an interesting ability. I want to see for myself the end of this battle. Remember these words of mine, your body is now only able to withstand the hatred from the Ancient Curse of the Death God to the third level. I myself did not expect this. It seems I want to see for myself the end of this battle. Are you going to lose someone precious in your life and whine at me like this.... Or..”
Nagato frowned and stared intently at the Spirit of the Death God, Shinigami, with an extremely sharp gaze.
“Or?”
“Or you kill everyone with my power!”
The laughter of the Spirit God of Death, Shinigami, echoed. Nagato covered both his ears and clicked his tongue.
“Not both. I'd rather die than lose someone again.”.
The laughter of the Death God Spirit, Shinigami, came to a halt. His eyes looked down at the look on Nagato's face.
“Dead in what way? Suicide?”
Nagato smiled faintly and bit his lower lip, “Yes, I will stab a sword into my heart. Better to end everything than to live in this hell!”
Unknowingly Nagato shouted. The Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami, laughed as the aura of another form of Nagato was absorbed in Nagato's body talking to the Spirit of the God of Death, Shinigami.
“This motion?!” Nagato sat up and held his chest very tightly.
“What are you doing?!”
Nagato's eyes stared intently at the Spirit of the Death God, Shinigami, he thought the terrifying creature that was now in front of him was doing something to him.
Nagato groaned in pain and could feel a sense of loss when his parents were gone. When she saw her mother's last smile and cry.
This familiar feeling made Nagato drown in despair. The Spirit of the God of Death, the Shinigami, flicked his finger and made Nagato sink into a deep black puddle of despair and sink to an endless bottom.
“Before your heart disease makes you die. At least I can help you kill as many humans as possible! Yes, as much as possible!”
A pitch-black aura strangled Nagato's neck along with the appearance of the Death God Spirit, Shinigami, who disappeared.
“River? The lake? Damnit damnit! I was like drowning and couldn't breathe!” Nagato screamed in his heart and continued to shake his body.
But before long he felt a pitch-black aura choking him into his body. Passing through the pores and making Nagato smile grinned.
“Thank you, I can still control this hatred. I hope someday we can fight together, Shinigami.”.
But when Nagato was. The sound of the cries of the Death God Spirit, Shinigami, echoed in his ears.
“Man's son! Your mouth has been raving lately!”
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