《Whispers of Shikiban:The king walk among us》 CHAPTER-1 PROLOGUE Kageshiki Trainee Report: Total Trainees: 200 Disqualified Due to Injury: 45 Disqualified Due to Death: 60 Remaining Candidates: 95 The city sank deeper into twilight, its streets cloaked in an oppressive darkness. The wind howled through empty alleys, a bitter reminder of the world that had once been and the pieces of it now lost forever. Reika sat on a rusted bench, her hands limp at her sides. The streetlamp above barely cut through the thick shadows. Her name¡ªKagetsu Reika¡ªwas nothing more than a forgotten whisper, a weight dragging her deeper into the void. Her father''s voice echoed in her mind, repeating the same warning he''d given countless times: "Stay inside after dark. Never go out. If you leave, you''ll die." But what did it matter now? The city was already dead to her, and she felt herself slipping away with it. At first, she barely noticed him. A flicker of movement, the faintest sound. "How lucky," a voice drawled, low and unnerving. "A human, all alone at night." A chill ran down her spine. She whipped around. There he was. Tall, still as a statue, his features unnervingly perfect. Dark hair framed a face too sharp to be real. And his smile¡ªtoo wide, too knowing¡ªfroze her in place. Her breath caught. Her fingers scrambled for the knife at her waist, but it was useless. Her heart raced in her chest, and the air felt thick, choking. The smile on his face widened as he twisted, his body bending in unnatural ways. Cracking, popping. Then, jagged black wings sprouted from his back, their grotesque length stretching far beyond what was possible. This was no human. This was something far worse. A Shikiban. Frozen, her mind screamed for her to move, but her body refused. The knife was meaningless. She was nothing. She was going to die. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. The creature lunged. A flash of silver. A slash so fast, so precise, it left her breathless. The Shikiban''s arm fell to the ground with a sickening thud, black blood spraying the air. Without hesitation, the boy struck again¡ªdecisive, brutal. The creature''s head tumbled to the ground, disintegrating into ash before it could touch the earth. The night was still. Reika''s body trembled, her mind racing to make sense of what had just unfolded. The boy turned to face her, his eyes as cold as the dark city around them, his gaze cutting through her like a knife. "Kagetsu Reika," he said, his voice flat, emotionless. Her heart skipped a beat. How did he know her name? Before she could respond, the boy pulled out an envelope. Black as the void, shimmering with an unnatural glow. "Take it," he said, his voice distant. "Open it when you''re ready." Reika''s hand trembled as she took the envelope. The moment her fingers brushed its surface, a magnetic pull surged through her, sharp and impossible to ignore. Her pulse quickened as she tore it open, the words inside slicing through the silence. Kagetsu Reika, You are summoned to Tenshiko Academy. The choice is yours. But once you step inside, you will never be the same. The words hit her like a punch to the gut. Tenshiko Academy. She had heard whispers, but nothing had prepared her for this. Her past had caught up with her. Her fate was sealed. She didn''t know what choice she had, but the darkness was already closing in. A notification flashed in the corner of her vision¡ªone she had seen far too many times before. Trainees. Candidates. The list of who entered this city, who survived, and who didn''t. The reminder that no one entered this city without knowing what they were risking. Every step, every breath, felt like a weight dragging her down. Even death no longer seemed like an escape. She''d almost welcomed it. But the night had other plans. CHAPTER-2 Reika''s fingers clenched around the black envelope, the cold biting into her skin. It was like ice creeping through her veins, sharp and relentless. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, but still, she didn''t open it. Her gaze remained fixed on the boy standing before her, his figure silhouetted in the dim, flickering light of a distant streetlamp. He didn''t flinch. Didn''t move a muscle. Silence stretched between them, heavy, suffocating, like the calm before a storm. The air around him crackled with an energy that made her skin crawl. His katana gleamed darkly in the pale light, its blade slick with black blood, the metallic stench of it filling the air. "Who are you?" Her voice broke the silence, steady but hollow. It felt wrong, like the night itself was pressing against her chest, as if the world was about to collapse in on them both. The boy''s lips curved into a smirk, the corners of his mouth pulling up just enough to reveal a glint of predatory satisfaction. His silver hair fell messily to half-cover his eyes, giving him an aura of dangerous indifference. He stood perfectly still, almost too relaxed¡ªtoo calm for someone holding a bloodstained weapon. "Souta," he said, his voice smooth as silk, like his name alone was enough to explain everything. "Souta Arakawa." Reika''s breath hitched. She recognized the name instantly¡ªthe weight of it slammed into her chest like a stone, suffocating her. But she didn''t show it. Her face remained impassive, her hands tight on the envelope, though her pulse hammered against her ribcage. Souta''s gaze shifted to the envelope she held, his smirk deepening. The silence felt even thicker now, heavier with something unspoken. "You know," he murmured, almost purring, "this isn''t a game. If you''re afraid, now''s your chance to walk away." Reika''s grip on the envelope tightened, the sharp edges digging into her palm, the sensation grounding her in the moment. She felt a rush of anger flood her chest, hot and consuming. "I''m not afraid," she snapped, her voice colder than the night air. "I''m not afraid of you." Souta''s smirk stretched wider, more sinister, sharper. "Good," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I was hoping you''d say that." The world around them seemed to slow, the air thick with unspoken tension. Her heart raced as the realization hit her¡ªthis wasn''t just another threat, another fight in a city where danger lurked at every corner. This boy, this¡­ Souta, was different. Something far darker than she had ever encountered. "What happens if I accept?" Reika asked, her voice steady despite the unease that twisted in her gut. Her eyes locked on his, demanding an answer, though every instinct inside her screamed for escape. Souta took a slow step forward, his presence growing larger, like the storm clouds gathering around them. The air between them thickened, the weight of it almost suffocating. "If you accept," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "You''ll learn what it means to survive in a place where only the strong remain." His head tilted slightly, his katana gleaming in the dim light. "If not¡­" He shrugged casually, the dismissal in his gesture sending a chill down her spine. "You die." Reika''s heart skipped a beat. His words were devoid of hesitation, of any semblance of jest. He wasn''t playing. This wasn''t some idle threat. This was real. Despite the fear clawing at her insides, she forced herself to stand taller, to face him. Her legs felt like they might buckle under the weight of his words, but she refused to show weakness. "Why would I join your ''Tenshiko Academy''?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but it cut through the tension like a blade. "I don''t care about saving anyone." Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Souta''s gaze never wavered, never faltered. He wasn''t fazed by her words. "Then don''t." His voice was flat, dismissive, as if her refusal didn''t matter. But then his eyes darkened, his gaze turning colder. "But you will crave it." Reika''s chest tightened, her breath catching in her throat. The words¡ªtoo casual, too knowing¡ªsettled in her bones like a cold dread. "The blood," Souta continued, his voice almost hypnotic, "The kill. You''ll crave it, just like the rest of them." Her fingers trembled around the envelope, the rough edges digging into her skin, but she didn''t let go. There was something in his words that struck a deep chord within her, something she had buried deep within herself. The part of her that had always wanted more¡ªthe power, the control, the ability to take back what had been taken from her. "Where is this Academy?" The question slipped out before she could stop it, her curiosity and desperation overwhelming her. Souta''s lips curled into that same predatory grin, as if he had expected her to ask. "Hidden," he replied smoothly, stepping closer, his presence like a storm closing in. "A place separate from this world. Safe from the Shikiban." The mention of the Shikiban made Reika''s stomach churn. She had barely survived one of their attacks, and now here he was, offering her the chance to face them again¡ªbut this time, with power. Real power. Something that would allow her to stop running, to stop being a victim. She forced herself to stand tall, though her legs still wavered beneath her. The world had shifted. The ground felt unsteady, as though everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, had cracked open in front of her. Souta''s eyes never left hers, as cold and unwavering as the night itself. "But if you join¡­" His voice dropped to a whisper, colder than ice scraping against stone. "There''s a test." Reika''s throat was dry as she forced the words out. "A test?" Souta''s smile widened, cruel and full of something darker. "Pass, and you live," he said, the words slicing through the air like a blade. "Fail¡­" He didn''t need to finish. His shrug was enough. "You die." Reika''s fists clenched, the weight of his words pressing into her chest, each syllable sinking deeper into her soul like a dagger. This wasn''t a choice. This was survival. The price for failure was death, and there would be no second chances. "What kind of test?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, dread rising in her gut. Souta''s laughter was low, dark, and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "You''ll find out soon enough." Reika''s heart pounded in her chest. This wasn''t just about strength. It wasn''t just about surviving the next battle. This was something far deeper, darker. And for the first time, Reika realized that survival came at a price¡ªa price she had to be willing to pay. Her fingers trembled around the envelope. The decision was hers. Walk away. Or take it. Step into the unknown, into a world where death and power intertwined. "When do I start?" Her voice was a whisper, swallowed by the weight of her own uncertainty, the finality of the decision hanging in the air. Souta''s grin spread wider, more dangerous now, like the promise of a predator closing in for the kill. "Now." And in that instant, the world seemed to shift. The streetlights flickered, then shattered, glass raining down in shards like the fragments of a broken reality. A force slammed into Reika''s chest, knocking the breath out of her, and she stumbled, her vision swimming, her heartbeat deafening in her ears. Then, the voice. "Survive this, Kagetsu Reika." And darkness swallowed her whole, her body going limp, as if the night itself had claimed