Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 211

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Chapter 211. The Most Terrifying Aspect of the Heavenly Demon Is That Her Worldview Is Simply Different (3)
“Come now. I’ll yield the first move to you.”
As the Heavenly Demon spoke graciously, her hair dancing in the breeze, Choco—or rather, Netcha—made a subtle expression. I know that look. It’s the face Choco makes when she’s trying not to laugh.
“I heard what you said, but honestly, you celestial types really do think of nothing but elegance.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, logically speaking, who yields the first strike in a brawl?”
“The ruler rules, the minister serves, the father leads, the son obeys. An elder of the martial world must conduct herself with dignity.”
“Hah, so why couldn’t the elders in our neighborhood act with such dignity?”
Netcha cursed the Primordial Celestial Worthy and thrust her spear forward. From the tip of the casually swung weapon poured forth a crimson beam of light, which the Heavenly Demon dispersed with a blade wind.
“Not sword energy. You employ quite an unusual technique.”
“It’s Ancient Science Fiction, after all! We fire lasers whenever we’re bored!”
“Then perhaps it’s my turn now.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying—who looks for first and second moves in a fight?!”
Netcha rushed forward and swung her spear again. The Heavenly Demon evaded with a graceful somersault, then deftly landed the drone she’d been freely manipulating, her feet tracing elegant curves as she displayed a refined footwork technique.
“How impatient you are, child.”
“That’s just how you old folks talk!”
Netcha is amazing! She formed hand seals and unleashed sorcery, and the floating Eight Trigrams Fists attacked the Heavenly Demon as if possessed by their own will. Pressed into a defensive position while simultaneously blocking the airborne weapons and Netcha’s spear, the Heavenly Demon twisted her body, seized the spear, and surrendered to the pulling force, then unleashed a palm strike with her other arm that sent Netcha sliding backward.
It looked like a mere touch, but a gust of wind erupted as Netcha was pushed back a considerable distance. So that’s what they call a palm strike.
“Grasp Sparrow’s Tail. Even children learn such techniques at the Academy these days.”
Though I’m not entirely sure, she seems to be mocking Netcha by suggesting such tricks are something even infants can perform. But Netcha wouldn’t fall for such cheap provocation.
“Hey! Fight properly!”
Hmm… she does seem to become rather hot-blooded in combat. In any case, as Netcha huffed indignantly, the Heavenly Demon began to speak at length.
“Not all of my children possessed the Heavenly Demon physique. Yet they all inherited the temperament of the Patriarch.”
The woman spun her body and drew a circle again. From the gleaming blade came a synesthetic sensation of piercing cold.
“The eldest enjoyed floating boats to view the moon. Gazing upon the moon reflected in a mirror-like lake, she created this martial art.”
The drone extended in a zigzag pattern, and from the woman’s blade poured forth moonlight-like afterimages. Not the fierce aura from before, but a pure and serene energy.
“Bright Mirror Moon Scar Strike!”
“Wow!”
“Ooh!”
These weren’t mere light scattering—each crescent-shaped beam of light emanating from the blade was destructive. As proof, Netcha manipulated the Eight Trigrams Fists to shatter the light clusters one by one, swinging her spear to repel the energy waves. The soldiers aboard the airship erupted in admiration, whistling and applauding in chaos.
“The second was a true demon by nature. She reveled in blood and slaughter, in harmony with others. A life of exhilaration. Thunder-Breaking Heaven Blade!”
This time, the same blood-red aura as when she’d cleaved the destroyer. Lightning-split energy tore through space with a deafening roar as it shot toward Netcha. The man swung his spear to block, but overwhelmed by pure force, he crashed into the warship behind him with a resounding thud.
“The third had a terribly impatient temperament. Paiśun Blood Sword, First Form! Those who seek and those who desire—their colors and merits are no different.”
The Heavenly Demon planted her blade in the drone and drew two fingers across the sky, creating a sword from crimson energy. Then she unleashed forms one through twelve in rapid succession, her offensive power truly formidable. I was worried Netcha might actually die. Though honestly, the warship would probably split in two before that happened.
“But Heavenly Demon, that was impressive, though…”
“…”
“Do you really have to explain everything in such detail?”
“Hmm…”
I mean, it was certainly cool, but does fighting really require so much talking? All this exposition about descendants and such?
When I asked out of genuine curiosity, Father gazed into the void, exchanged words with Chiron, and then gave me his answer.
“Trends have changed these days, but back in the old days, whoever said the more impressive words while fighting like that would win, or so I’ve heard.”
“So you win by saying cool things?”
“It was a way to express the profundity of one’s martial prowess.”
Hmm, I see. The world of martial arts is truly mysterious.
“The battle isn’t over yet, I tell you!”
Oh! Netcha, you’re alive! I believed in you all along! I never even considered retreating to fire Lorowi’s bombs—not for a second! Truly!
“For an old man, you certainly talk a lot!”
“There’s one more child I haven’t introduced yet.”
Interesting. Astiages has a longer history than Kisomalos, yet the Heavenly Demon’s descendants number only four? Perhaps those are the only ones she truly acknowledged.
“I feel nothing but regret toward the fourth. I devoted my entire life solely to forging my own vessel.”
Ah, so that’s how the Heavenly Demon was able to descend into the Mortal Realm. Was the First Princess foreseeing Astiages’ collapse in her generation? Is that why she had the ancestral deity descend directly into the Mortal Realm to preserve Astiages’ lineage?
“Heavenly Demon Divine Technique!”
As if revealing her true power at last, blood-red energy converged around the Heavenly Demon. The woman, now wreathed in pitch-black mist, flashed her reverse eyes and swung her arms. The resulting wind pressure alone crashed against us, tilting the airship and shattering the glass windows with a deafening crash.
“Pisha!”
“Everyone back! Emergency repairs underway!”
No, if they seal everything with iron plating, how am I supposed to watch the fight? I had no choice but to descend to the level with the hatch and pick up my binoculars again. The windows here are smaller, so they survived intact. Though the walls are completely crumpled, mind you.
“Choco—I mean, Netcha, where are you?!”
“Ah, there! She’s moved! The other side!”
I should have stayed upstairs if I knew this would happen! I shifted position to where Croa indicated and monitored the situation. The Heavenly Demon was unleashing black energy while Netcha was firing Light Spheres—absolute chaos. They were fighting at speeds that transcended my dynamic vision, so all I could discern was black masses and red masses colliding and separating.
“Sink into darkness.”
Whether from the influence of the Heavenly Demon Divine Technique or not, darkness spread outward from the Heavenly Demon’s center. Soon the windows darkened completely, and I could see nothing. Only strange sounds echoed through the airship—sounds like eardrums tearing, like the screams of thousands, tens of thousands, or perhaps far more. Even covering my ears didn’t stop the sound from reverberating in my mind, and closing my eyes tight brought no relief.
I wondered if removing the upper part of my head would bring silence. My nails extended in that dark thought when I heard Netcha’s calm voice.
“Ha!”
Suddenly, the surroundings brightened. The screams ceased. After a moment of silence, only Netcha’s playful voice rang out.
“Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cage!”
A massive cage appeared in the sky and opened its mouth wide. Space warped as people and scenery around us grew larger and smaller. After all the darkness was sucked inside, the cage simply belched. And Netcha, holding the cage, smiled brilliantly.
“Pisha, I’ve caught the Heavenly Demon, I tell you!”
We all took a moment to process what had just happened.
“…You caught the Heavenly Demon in a cage?”
“A cage?”
“So you won through sheer equipment advantage?”
“Equipment advantage?”
“Equipment advantage is the best, isn’t it?”
Right… equipment advantage is the best… it even ranks number one in views…
Everyone was left speechless, but Netcha, who entered through the open hatch, hummed cheerfully. Though battered and bruised, her expression was bright.
“Ah, this brings back memories. The sealing is complete, so I’ll guide the Heavenly Demon to the Heavenly Realm now.”
After finishing her words, Netcha swiftly gathered her treasures and slipped out of Choco’s body. The Choco left behind had shorter hair, and well… she was still a complete mess.
“Cough! Hack!”
And she coughed up blood.
“Medic! Healing spirit stone!”
I decided to dip into my personal funds to distribute healing spirit stones.

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