Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 363: Arc 5, - 57: I Demand a Redo

"Fine," Morgana was the first to approve. "Give it your all kid. Same goes for all of you. This is off the books, so try not to make it a public hassle."

"We make no promises," Jotou replied.

Morgana shot a piercing glare.

"...We’ll certainly try," the blonde added. Hotaru’s tail wagged slowly and Asobi beamed. Fumeko kept her shoulders up and gave a firm nod.

"Well," Morgana looked to Kazuo, "You still contemplating the options?"

The silent Kazuo Namora shook his head. His gaze had fallen to the floor... before he finally let out a huff. "Alright kiddo. You did well last night. You’ve earned it."

Fumeko smiled to one side and her shoulders fell out of sheer relief. "I’ll do my best." It’s not as if both their reluctances had disappeared; she had just pierced through it for the time being—the effort was yet to be put in.

"I’d still like to hear a strategy if you have it," Morgana tagged on. "Scouting, gathering any intel and escaping’s all fine. But you’re dealing with powerful mages too. You’re not even sure which ’new god’ you’re gonna see in there."

"Jotou?" Fumeko circled to.

"The best strategy’s to just attack and endure. We might not be able to beat their magic, but we can definitely keep them at bay.

Fumeko’s dagger’ll also be extremely useful for breaking any sort of enchantments or even magical traps they’ve set up. My only worry’s Lady F," Jotou expressed. "The four-armed woman."

"That’s logical, you’re against your natural opposite—lightning versus something that grounds it," Morgana replied.

"You still beat Daiyu," Asobi poked a wand under her chin.

Hotaru faced the blonde, "How d’you manage to beat her?"

"Well she has a point," Jotou remarked. "Thundering Strike. My lightning didn’t do much, it was mostly the sound."

"Sound..." Fumeko looked towards the door.

Kazuo’s eyes followed to where his daughter looked, "What about the girl outside? Something about her helping? You four can go, but her..."

"She can make her own choices. I’ll protect her too," Fumeko replied.

"Safety is one thing, but-"

"She knows the danger too," Fumeko essentially pleaded.

Kazuo sighed, "You better let the orphanage know about her then."

Fumeko’s brows furrowed, but then they relaxed. Of course he’d figured that out, of course... "Yeah, I will."

"About time we go then?" Hotaru checked her watch.

"We’re not really waiting for anything," Jotou turned and walked.

"How many corporations are involved with the cult? That’s two now," Fumeko queried.

"We can’t say for sure. All we know is that they’re using the guise of companies to gather up," her father answered.

"Remember, information and get out. Even a hostage would do. If you run into trouble, backup will arrive," Morgana told.

"Alright then," Fumeko blinked to the exit and kept her head high. She gave a smile to her father as she left.

Meanwhile, they stepped outside to see Tiffany practicing one of her poses while Peter watched in mild amusement. "Ahem," Fumeko disrupted.

"Thou hath returned. Pray tell, what is the decree of thine pater?"

"He said you can come along, but we gotta let the orphanage know," Fumeko approached her.

"Ha! Tis true, tis one of the numerous remits of mine existence. Fret not, for I have reasoned as such prior to one’s request."

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The hours grew later still—an hour away from midnight. They stalked the vicinity outside their given location. With the carriage driver paid off and them invisible, it was merely a question of when to strike.

"Everyone knows the plan, right?" Jotou queried.

"Nay, was this strategy crafted whilst I enlightened the keepers of one’s sacred abode on the subject of mine absence?" Tiffany went on.

"The plan’s mainly to attack and get things, then get out. You missed some stuff, but just follow our lead, you’ll be fine," Fumeko reassured.

"Shh," Hotaru shushed as they all invisibly approached the end of the street where it led into a large chunk of road—it sat as the mouth of the warehouse.

Several large dumpsters of wood and various furniture material had been discarded into. The large doors were open and several people were moving in and out... They appeared as if they were simply moving boxes of furniture around.

They all wore clothing for the cold weather and loaded crates and boxes into the backs of carriages. In addition to the carriages, were six or so cars that rumbled as ambient noise—none sat in them.

"Is it not securer to sustain the veil of transparency and enter thy foe’s domain? With such a scheme, one may simply pilfer whatsoever thou require and abscond," Tiffany proposed.

Jotou simply said, "It’s part of the plan. Sobi, drop the invisibility."

The five hid behind the dumpsters as Asobi did so. The stars glittered in the sky with swirls of clouds and the Moon showed her face. Jotou sighed into the night, "We’ll win this time."

Everyone gave a determined nod. "And, no killing," Fumeko included. "As much as we can help it."

"That’s a nice idea," relief flushed over the elf’s visage.

"And it’s something we’ll definitely try," Hotaru took a glance at Jotou.

Jotou smiled, "Everyone into positions. Keep an eye out and when things get tough, stick together and protect. If it all comes crashing down, we run for it."

With confirmations from all, they all scattered away from the golden blonde—Asobi took Tiffany’s hand and darted away. Jotou looked up to the stars, "What a pretty night. This world is, a lot of things...

But it’s always kept me on my toes. I wonder what tonight will hold." Jotou unsheathed her blade and swished it to one side. She looked to the grey cord that dangled two little grey beads around the hilt.

"No killing tonight. Enough blood’s been shed," with that her sword sparked from hilt to tip. And with it, parts of her hair and body began sparking.

From around the dumpster she dashed forth into the middle of the road. Some turned to the sight of a yellow form. However, most were more concerned with the shooting star that shot out from the left of the warehouse.

The shooting star floated in the sky and shined brightly in white light. Most of the people shunned their eyes and winced from the sudden light. "Blinding Light!" two bright beams of light shot out from behind Jotou.

If any that remained looking at the blonde, they were met with a searing light. Many shouted and yelled as they covered and rubbed their eyes.

Jotou dashed into the entrance of the warehouse with minimal restrictions. In the split second she saw several crates and boxes being moved and arranged onto trolleys.

In the back she saw, a tall rectangular pillar that had a glowing white sphere at the top. The sphere pulsed in white light, dimming and brightening every second like the ocean’s waves...

It made the same eerie howl that sent a chill down her spine—like hundreds of ghostly wails crying together in harmony. Jotou sparked brighter, "Where’re your gods!? Tell them the Thundering Blade would like to have a word!" she roared out.

None answered as most of who were inside, casted their glances in pure bewilderment. The make of the interior was not too dissimilar from the one they had broken into before.

"You’ll have to speak to me first," some feminine voice shouted back. From the top walkway, a bright green-haired woman leapt from the railing and onto the frame of a pallet rack.

She walked along it as if it were a tightrope. Her long hair flipped to one side and her bright freckled face in a never-ending smile. She had a yo-yo it seemed in each hand that she toyed with as she crossed the shelves.

With a final front flip, she landed before Jotou with one leg in the air. "And you’d be?" Jotou spun her blade.

"Oh a name’s hardly needed. How about your killer? Has a nice title right there Thundering Blade," she creepily tilted her head without moving any other limb.

With a roll of her eyes, Jotou lunged forward with her blade. "Fwish!" "Ting!" "Fwish!" "Ping!"

The woman leapt back and swished out her yo-yos with an unnatural speed. Winds of green hue coalesced around her ’weapons’ of choice and caused gusts of air to puff up against the sparking blade and deflect it back.

"You’re gonna be a pain aren’t you," Jotou bemoaned.

To that the woman simply laughed.

"You wouldn’t happen to be a new god, would you?" Jotou slashed forward in a flourish.

"Ting-Fwish!" "Fwish-CLING!" "I’d never want to usurp the throne of my master," she said in a zealous tone and widened eyes.

"Well, that is pleasing to hear," a man’s voice came from above. Jotou peered up immediately. Full black suit with reds. Dark and short hair with greys going around the sides of his head.

’Fake Ambrose. Or the real one? Doesn’t matter.’ "My quarrel’s with you," Jotou leered.

"Then I apologize for disappointing you," the man held the railing and shouted out, "Fire!" All throughout the warehouse, from back to the top floor, several guns aimed. At least forty or so pistols and rifles, all pointed to Jotou.

Jotou grinned, "Oh you haven’t yet~"

"BLAST! BLAST! BLAST!" All the guns fired in rapid succession.

"Aegis-Aura!" a bluish aura covered her. After which a giant butterfly of white light formed in front of the blonde, stopping all the bullets in light energy. The man groaned from above as the blonde stood right there, unharmed in the slightest.

Jotou giggled...