Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 1151 - 95: The Hunter in the Foggy Night
It’s misting?
The elder samurai glanced around and casually shook his head.
"Here, it’s normal for the mist to rise in the evening or morning, isn’t it?"
"If there’s a day without it, that would be unusual."
The elder samurai didn’t take it to heart at all.
"True."
"But this clammy feeling is too unpleasant."
"How about we grab a drink after the mission?"
The younger samurai nodded and then broke into a knowing smile. Lowering his voice, he said to the elder samurai, "I heard they’ve brought in a batch of ’new goods.’"
"They went ’hunting’ again?"
"We had agreed to go together."
"Why did they act on their own again? Honestly."
Hearing this, the elder samurai’s interest was piqued. Though he complained aloud, his eyes betrayed his joy and excitement.
"Because opportunities are rare. There used to be regular ’hunts,’ but now it’s become sporadic, hard to organize—those commoners really think they’ve become the masters of this land... tch."
The younger samurai spat on the ground.
"Hah, just a mob of fools."
"With so many people disappearing every year, they can’t do a thing."
"But this time, it’s your turn to treat."
The elder samurai replied with disdain.
For men like them, who inherited a long lineage of superiority since the Warring States period, commoners were never considered human.
In the glorious days of their ancestors, these peasants could be used as live targets to test their blades at will. Occasionally brewing bone tea from human remains and listening to screams in boiling cauldrons—now that was refinement.
But now? Even taking liberties with the peasants’ wives and daughters had to be done with caution.
They even had to spend money.
It was truly disheartening to him.
"If only I could restore the glory of our ancestors!"
The elder samurai murmured under his breath.
Then, he suddenly realized his companion had gone silent.
"Why aren’t you saying anything?"
"It’s just one night of drinking, isn’t it?"
"Last time, I was the one who paid... ugh!"
The elder samurai spoke as he turned his head.
And then, he saw a tall figure wearing a hockey mask.
His partner’s head had already been severed, the body collapsing onto the ground.
A bloodstained blade was cutting toward him.
The elder samurai instinctively raised his weapon to resist, but Jason’s strike was far too swift.
"Ah!"
Splurt!
In the abrupt silence of his scream, the elder samurai’s head also tumbled to the ground.
His eyes widened in death, unseeing, unaccepting.
Jason didn’t spare him another glance. With a flick of his wrist, the blood slid cleanly off the blade onto the ground.
Then, he moved toward his next target.
The next group was less than a hundred meters away, yet they remained utterly oblivious to the sound of blades slicing, bodies collapsing, or screams of agony.
No, they truly couldn’t hear anything!
[Silence Technique]!
The legacy of Tongshou Temple played a critical role at this moment.
Paired with [Mist Concealment], creating an enveloping fog, Jason—whose mastery of stealth and camouflage had already transcended beyond the realm of the Transcendent to almost complete ’invisibility’—was unstoppable.
Not only had his presence vanished.
So had his sound.
The simple [Mist Concealment], while not as deadly as poisonous fog, could be devastating when wielded properly under the right circumstances.
Just as it was now—
One group, two groups, three groups...
Under the mist’s shroud, these samurai fell one by one.
And of course, so did the ninja.
Compared to the clanking armor of the samurai, the lightly dressed, unarmored ninja were even easier targets for Jason.
Within the mist and under the cover of [Silence Technique], a single [Charge] followed by [Whirlwind Dance] was enough for Jason to annihilate an entire squad of ninja.
It couldn’t have been easier.
Time ticked by, second by second.
The number of samurai and ninja fell drastically.
After just ten minutes, even the dumbest among them realized something was wrong.
"Stay alert! Stay alert!"
The leading Onmyoji shouted loudly.
"Understood!"
"Understood!"
Both samurai and ninja replied, one after another.
But it was useless.
The mist produced by [Mist Concealment] had long since blended seamlessly with the natural fog surrounding them.
Even if the samurai and ninja widened their eyes, they couldn’t tell what was different.
In fact, in some sense, they couldn’t see clearly at all.
And then?
A flash of the blade.
A head flew.
A group of samurai, standing back-to-back for better defense against any surprise attacks, suffered the same fate.
When the blade struck—
Two heads were severed at once.
Thud, thud.
Their bodies dropped simultaneously to the ground.
A team of ninja carefully formed a formation under the instructions of their leader.
"Everyone, stay vigilant."
"This is a cunning hun—"
As the leader ninja was about to finish speaking, a large, powerful hand suddenly seized his head and dragged him straight into the dense fog.
Plop.
The leader ninja’s radio dropped to the ground.
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The Onmyoji shouted loudly.
"There’s... there’s... ah!"
A stammering voice came through the radio before ending abruptly in a scream.
With the radio transmitting, everyone heard the scream.
Unconsciously, their bodies stiffened.
Dread began to seep into the hearts of the samurai and ninja.
Their faces showed terror.
No different from ordinary men.
