Kami-Jutsu: The Yakuza's Son is Aware-Chapter 21: Candidate for Ascension

The thing that dwells within the dark... the very thing that even creatures of the dark themselves fear.

No one truly knows how old she is, especially considering that if you skim through the pages of history, you’ll always find her present at key turning points.

She works primarily for the Triads, but she possesses more than enough liberty to move on her own without oversight.

She goes by many names, countless aliases across the years, but the very few who truly know her call her Korosenai — "Unkillable."

And yes, that was who Ken and I were currently running from.

Like a raging wind, I shot through the streets, over buildings and across bridges without slowing down for anything.

Since Ken was holding on to me with both arms, he wasn’t getting swept into walls or crushed by the solid objects we passed through.

Soon, we would arrive at Azabun-Juban.

But that woman, Korosenai... she’s far too unpredictable. She might decide not to give chase at all, or worse, she might already be lying in wait for us. Just waiting for the exact moment we relax, let our guard down, and then she strikes.

Thankfully, she didn’t pursue us.

I rushed us into Ken’s room, phasing straight through the walls. I opened the window from the inside with Kamijutsu, then sealed it shut right after.

But just to be on the safe side—

"Quickly, quickly! Get on the bed!" I shouted at Ken, who was still completely dazed.

His aura was leaking everywhere, like an unstable reactor, giving away our position to any nearby hunters.

If he could just lie down and relax, the energy would naturally settle and fade out.

The energy he was releasing was so immense, it could genuinely injure someone just from proximity. It needed to be handled immediately.

I made sure the entire room was properly sealed so that absolutely no one could enter or sense what was happening inside.

But... that brat!

"Onii-sama! Are you hur—"

Before she could even finish the sentence, Ken instinctively raised his arm toward her.

And just like that, she was flung backwards with such terrifying speed and force, she could’ve actually died from the sheer velocity before she even made impact.

Her body slammed brutally into the wall, and blood sprayed across the surface behind her.

Her head had taken severe damage from the impact.

Argh, what a pain in the ass.

Not only had she been critically injured, but the majority of Ken’s energy had poured directly into her body in that single moment.

So now, even her soul was in danger of being forcefully cleansed — which, to be clear, meant no afterlife for her.

Ken, utterly shocked by the realization that he had just harmed — possibly even killed — his own sister, began to stagger toward her.

He didn’t know what to do. He was so overwhelmed, so completely confused, that tears began to slide down his face.

Sigh. And I swear, even with tears on his cheeks, his expression still wasn’t all that expressive. Still nearly cold.

But I’ve been with him long enough to know: this was the most emotion he had shown in a very, very long time.

Still... sadly, there’s nothing that can be done... I can’t resurrect the dea—

"Ferry, please do something!" Ken turned to me, desperate.

"Ah, yes, yes," I said, trying to calm him down. "Stop crying. You need rest too, okay?"

I assured him that I would check my brain to see if anything on healing or resurrection was lying around in there.

After all, I used to be a high-ranking mage with the Balance Faction, and I had stolen — ahem, I borrowed — a lot of grimoires and ancient spellbooks from the Time-Space Library.

Something useful could very well be hidden away in the back of my mind.

I extended my hand to my head and began scratching at my scalp, as if that would somehow help jog my memory.

And surprisingly... it might have.

I immediately extended my claws and pierced them straight into my own skull.

Then I began massaging my brain while trying my hardest to remember anything useful.

Honestly, I started thinking the whole thing was stupid — but then, all of a sudden, I remembered something.

It was a high-stakes ritual. One used many years ago, and currently banned by the Balance Faction, to forcibly turn ordinary people into godmen.

The ritual involved killing the candidate for ascension first.

Then, once the body was dead, it would be filled with Kami particles and the blood of divinity.

Some spells and incantations were involved too, of course, but even then, the success rate was terrible.

One percent, and sometimes even lower.

In ancient times, the method was used to convert weak links in the army into powerful godmen... because no one else would volunteer for it.

If ten out of one thousand successfully awaken, then it’s already considered a success beyond reason.

If only three out of a thousand awakened, it was still classified as a success.

But I don’t think Ken wants to hear that right now.

Since I sealed the room, I’m certain that Najimi’s soul hasn’t gone anywhere just yet. That alone makes the chances of awakening far higher than if the room hadn’t been sealed.

This would be my first time performing the ritual—one that even seasoned professionals had failed at countless times in the past.

Hm? "Isn’t it supposed to be forbidden and banned by the Balance faction," you say?

Well, despite being their top mage, I had committed far more crimes and broken more laws than most villains ever did, so it’s fine.

And... I don’t like how Ken is feeling right now.

I can tell through our soul connection that he’s devastated. He just doesn’t know how to express devastation.

And what kind of guardian would I be if I couldn’t bring my Master’s little sister back to life?

Alright. We’re doing this right now.

I turned to Ken, my expression carrying the weight and seriousness that had settled deep in my heart.

"Ken, do you trust me?"

He looked straight into my eyes—no, deeper. Into my heart.

Then he nodded and said, "I trust you, Ferry. Please... bring my sister back."

With immediate alacrity, Goshujin!

But... I just hope Ken doesn’t get any funny ideas and suddenly decide something ridiculous like, "I won’t kill anyone again; people dying scare me."

Because in his journey as Ljósari, blood and death will coat his path—and most of it will be by his own hands.

Anyway, we’ll talk about that after I finish this.

The blood of divinity is already here: me.

So, I plunged my paw deep into Najimi’s chest, until I made contact with her core—her heart.

The immense energy that Ken had poured into her had gathered there, right in her core. That’s what I’ll use.

I began to chant the spell I remembered.

...I just hope my memories aren’t betraying me right now!

Honestly, I don’t even know what any of my family members look like!

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[Old Norse spell]

[Hljóði þú boð Harragaldrs, Kenvernd,

Sama’el helvítis, slakna gripi þinn á þessum einum;

Ek kref þessa sálar aftr til lifsins!

Sál mannsins, endrborin ver sem ek vilja:

Guðmaðr fyrir þína léttir!

Virkja nú!]

(Translation: Heed the High Sorcerer’s command, Kenvernd,

Samael of hell, release your hold on this one;

I reclaim this soul for the land of the living!

Soul of man, be reborn as I desire:

A Godman for thy deliverance!

By my will, it is done!)

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Suddenly, the walls and floor of the room lit up with runes and characters—symbols that rotated and slithered like sentient lights. Dark smoke and thick mist began to fill the air from nowhere.

Okay... it seems like this is the correct spell.

I feel it. I’m tethered to her soul now.

Now... I just need Najimi’s consent before everything can be complete.

I don’t know how normal resurrection works, but if I manage to awaken her as a godman, her soul’s durability will increase. She’ll basically be reborn—stronger, purer, and more divine.

{The Divine Beast, Ferrari, and Kurosawa Najimi’s soul have become linked.}

RIPPLE.