Cross Gun: Chapter 199 – Crossed Paths

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Chapter 199: Crossed Paths

「*sigh* Finally, I’m home.」

The girl murmured to herself as she stepped foot into the entranceway of her apartment. Long black hair that was as smooth as silk energetically swayed in the air behind her, similarly expressing joy as it had returned to the place that they could call home.

Needless to say, the one that had stepped through the door of the condo’s apartment number 6 was none other than one of its occupants: Miyazawa Mana.

After a night in the hospital, she had recovered enough to the point where a single diagnosis allowed her to be discharged immediately. Although she was still in shock over the events that led up to her being hospitalised, she thought it best to wait until the other party involved—the injured 〚Lion〛—also recuperated so that they could discuss the matter together.

And so, after being discharged from the hospital, the first thing that the girl wanted to do was go home and see her brother. After all, considering that the assailant looked so much like her one and only remaining blood connection, it made sense that the jet-black beauty wanted to confirm her sibling’s condition and put her worries to rest.

Of course, Mana also asked her best friend Shiori if she wanted to tag along, but she said that it would be best if someone stayed by the unconscious Masaru’s side, and so declined the offer. Naturally, Mana also felt bad about abandoning the delinquent, especially when she caught sight of the terrible wounds he had sustained in his efforts to protect her. Still, as there was very little she could do to help him at the current time, the girl chose to return home whilst swearing to herself that she needed to come back and visit with a proper gift.

「Aniki! I’m home!」

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Cross Gun: Chapter 194 – Hunting a Partner

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Chapter 194: Hunting a Partner

The showdown at school, the arrest, the interrogation. As though caring about none of these developments, 【Sekai City】 continued to pass its day idly by. Day had turned into twilight, and twilight had given way to dusk, which in turn melted into night.

Yet, as the clock approached midnight, the movements that disturbed the shadows made it clear that night, too, would not be spared from another impending battle.

Of course, it was difficult to make out the identity of the figures scurrying through the cityscape, even if the metropolis was illuminated by the full moon. The reason for this was mainly because each of them wore black hoods that wrapped their frames in a shroud of darkness.

That being said, their black attire only served as a stop-gap measure which obscured parts of their features and was by no means enough to completely mask their characters. This was especially true for one of the three, who possessed a frame significantly smaller than their black-shrouded comrades.

The child-like build that one could describe as petite also seemed rather slender, making it seem like its owner was still undergoing puberty. At the same time, however, the slight curves that occasionally peeked out from the loose cloth made the figure seem more feminine than her small chest would seem to suggest.

The most distinct feature of this individual would have to be the lustrous ponytail that flowed behind her, the lavender strands billowing in the wind as they traced enchanting patterns in the air. Even as she ran across the rooftops at breakneck speed, this ponytail gently followed along, flowing with the air currents as it maintained its graceful appearance.

「I haven’t found anything here.」

Having suddenly come to a stop, the ponytailed figure allowed her voice to echo in the dead of night, her lavender pupils focusing on a patch of shadows cast by a water tower. As she did so, however-

「Same. How ‘bout you?」

Another voice echoed at her side, throwing the ponytailed figure off as she looked towards the voice’s source. With her steadied nerves, she was able to make out that the voice’s origin came from a figure similarly clad in black—her comrade.

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Cross Gun: Chapter 193 – Black and Blue – Disclosure

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Chapter 193: Black and Blue – Disclosure

Much had happened after the dark-haired youth’s consciousness cut out.

Joanne White (AKA Roxanne Leblanc) had left the scene under the pretence of reporting the situation back to HQ. Her escort, the general, also accompanied her after having harshly scolded his devilish daughter for her recklessness.

As for the remaining officers, they were ordered to stand by while this whole mess was sorted out. After all, even though such an openly hostile attack against one of their branches was completely unheard of, the fact that they had tortured an innocent could not be overlooked, and so the entire branch was restricted from taking action so as to not cause any more trouble.

Of course, Joanne had issued Sakamoto Maria an additional order of ensuring the dark-haired youth’s safety. Thus, in accordance with such aims, the brown-haired inspector called for an ambulance, which had brought Junichi to the hospital room in which he currently lay.

Based on the pre-diagnosis, the wounds he received during the attack were practically zero. That being said, his body wasn’t in very good shape due to how roughly he had been treated during the interrogation, which is why the doctors had recommended that he remain bed-ridden for the next few days.

Of course, that didn’t mean he was in such a state that prevented visitors from seeing him. The reason why Maria didn’t visit Junichi despite wanting to stay, however, was because of the hostile glare that had been directed at her from a certain ponytail 〚Assassin〛.

-though, upon waking, the dark-haired youth had absolutely no clue that such events had occurred.



Upon seeing her upperclassman’s eyelids fluttering open, the unusually perturbed Rin dived into his chest. Her usual icy facade was nowhere to be seen, her excessive concern for his well-being clouded her judgement as her aloofness evaporated. As a result, large pearls of tears streaked down her cheeks as the girl desperately clung to Junichi’s shirt like a child.

Now, having just awoken, the dark-haired youth’s mind was not entirely present. That being said, even if he were fully conscious, he would have been just as perplexed as he was now, due in part to the fact that he couldn’t immediately recognise the ponytail that was quivering violently in his chest.

But then, it couldn’t be helped. After all, the ice cold 〚Assassin’s〛 current behaviour was far removed from her usual conduct to the point where it seemed like she was a completely different person.

Still, since there wasn’t any point in deliberating this matter much further, the boy called out to the distressed damsel, as though trying to ascertain whether she really was who he suspected her to be.


「Heya! I’m here too, y’know!」

The moment he called out to her, he could feel the petite maiden’s tense shoulders shudder, almost in a sign of relief. Yet, that was about the only change that Junichi could observe coming from the girl in his arms as another individual barged into their conversation.

Honestly, just from the tone of voice alone, the youth was instantly able to determine the identity of this mysterious intruder. Yet, he turned his gaze towards her anyway, causing his eyes to come into contact with a set of grey pupils and short cerulean hair which gave off a fresh impression.

Her slightly slanted eyes and obnoxiously cheerful countenance that knew not when to quit, coupled with her slim yet toned figure, was instantly recognisable by the dark-haired youth. So recognisable, in fact, that it caused him to involuntarily click his tongue in annoyance.


「Hey! What’s with that reaction!? Isn’t that a little too mean?!」

The annoyance—Miyazaki Sora—responded with a full force interjection, showing feigned dissatisfaction at the way she had been treated so callously by the dark-haired youth. Yet, Junichi didn’t seem like he was going to break this streak as he blatantly ignored her complaints and surveyed his surroundings.

In complete contrast to the interrogation room he was in before, his surroundings were extremely and utterly white. He was in a white bed surrounded by white walls with a white ceiling to match the white flooring. Even the sheets he was covered in threatened to bury him in white, which conversely caused his dark hair to stand out like a sore thumb.

And yet, because of the consistency of this white-ness, Junichi was somewhat able to pinpoint where exactly he was.

「This is a hospital.」

「Sure is. You remember what happened, right?」

「Yeah……I do.」

In response to Sora’s prompting, the dark-haired youth’s visage clouded as he recalled the events that had occurred before he lost consciousness. The arrest, the interrogation, and 《Cross’s》 defection. It wasn’t certain which of these events troubled Junichi so, but he was greatly troubled nonetheless.

Especially when considering that the current situation was less than ideal, as, with the loss of his other self, Junichi no longer had the means of fighting on the stage of otherworldly beings.

With that said, someone here did. Someone who probably shouldn’t have had such an ability in the first place.

「Anyways, you stay here, Junichi-kun. I’ll do something about this, so-」

「-Sora. Since when did you have a [Counterpart]?」


As Junichi threw out said comment towards the departing athlete’s back, Sora, for what seemed like the first time in her life, lost her composure as she sharply jerked her head back towards the youth. If she was drinking, then there was no doubt that she would have performed a magnificent spit take, though it was more than likely that the spray would end up drenching the boy who couldn’t move from his bed.

Now, at first, Sora thought she had misheard what her dark-haired friend had said. Yet, upon seeing those narrowed eyes focused upon her visage, said notion was quickly dismissed as her mind began to whirl.

(Junichi-kun knows about [Counterparts]? How? Why? Does he know that attacker? Is that his [Counterpart]? Or rather, how did he know that I have a contract with Dia-chi? Can he see her? But how?)

—-question after question started bouncing around in the blue devil’s head as she froze in place, her expression still distorted into one of shock and disbelief.

Yet, the one who spoke next would only serve to further compound the athlete’s confusion.

「E-Eh?! Miyazaki-senpai also-!?」

「Eh? R-Rin-chan, what do you mean by also?」

After the surprise from all sides had somehow managed to diffuse itself, the trio of black, blue, and navy began to sort through the misunderstandings. As each side had their own explanations to give, the talk lasted for an unusually long time.

During which, despite seemingly having recovered her composure, Rin did not make an effort to remove herself from the dark-haired youth by her own initiative. It was only when Junichi pointed it out did the ponytail girl shy away from his chest, though she instead remained at his side with no intention of moving.

Seeing her like this reminded Junichi of a certain hacker with liquorice hair, and how she had behaved in similar fashion back in the day. Still, as this was not the time nor the place to reminisce, the mercenary simply disregarded the situation as he exchanged information with Sora.

From his end, he informed the athlete about his current circumstances surrounding the otherworldly beings. Taking care not to mention anything about his mercenary life, the youth dictated his encounters with the 【Organisation】, as well as who the individual known as 《Cross》 was.

『I see…so that was 《Cross》.』

-was the reaction of Sora’s [Counterpart], 《Diamond》, upon being filled in on the situation together with her host. Her voice, although similar in quality to the bundle of energy that was Sora’s, possessed a composure that was quite unlike the mischievous devil’s usual facade.

It was because of this distinction that both Junichi and Rin were able to discern who was truly speaking, though it was a little jarring to the dark-haired youth when he considered that Sora’s intensity in her speech was a notch higher during the times when her bubbly persona was stripped away.

「Y’know that whacko, Dia-cchi?」

『It’s a little hard not to…』

The [Counterpart] trailed off, her hesitation not lost on the teenagers of black and blue. It was evident that there was some story hidden behind 《Diamond’s》 peculiar phrasing, though it was difficult to make out what it meant.

Perhaps Junichi, who had heard similar things from several other [Counterparts], was closer to uncovering why 《Cross》 possessed such infamy amongst his otherworldly cohort, though he made no attempts to contemplate the matter at the current time.

After all, he had other matters to worry about.

「Ah, we’re here.」

Sora spoke as she stopped in front of a door. After their clarification on each other’s stories, the trio had left Junichi’s room, traversing the hospital as they headed towards this specific location.

Of course, despite not being completely healed after his torturous ordeal, the dark-haired youth stubbornly refused to stay put, and so the two girls could only comply with his demands as they accompanied him—Rin sticking close in case he needed support while Sora acting as a guide towards their destination.

And said destination now laid before them: a hospital room that housed 2 patients whose names were displayed on the outside of the room.

Miyazawa Mana. Isayama Masaru.

Indeed. After having heard Sora’s story (particularly the details of how she barged into the police branch), the boy was informed of the entire situation. How she had received the phone call from Rin. How she contacted her father. How she came because she was worried.

How Mana and Masaru had been attacked by the dark-haired entity.

Upon immediately learning this, it was hard for Junichi to stay still. Even more so when he learned that they were actually in the same hospital as he was, and so he insisted on seeing them. Thus, faced with the unrelenting pressure of a worried brother, the two girls were left with no choice but to escort the injured youth to the room that housed his little sister.

The very same room which lied on the other side of this door.



The sight that greeted the youth the moment that he entered the room was the agitated figure of a tall, brown-haired maiden who had jumped up in surprise upon seeing him. With her round, hazelnut eyes and beautiful yet homely visage covered by round spectacled, it was quickly apparent that this timid girl was none other than Junichi’s childhood friend: Hitomi Shiori.

And, while the youth was somewhat perplexed as to why the girl was here, he seemed to recall that she had been asked by the athlete to keep an eye on the incapacitated duo, just in case. Though, from what he could see, she had done more than simply sitting there while idly twiddling her thumbs.

Through his «Soul Scanning» trait, Junichi was able to see a thin stream of crimson red [Soul Power] flowing out from the girl, creating a river-like stream that forked towards the two beds placed in the room. Although it was mere conjecture at this point, the youth assumed that the girl was using a type of [Support Arming] to alleviate their pain, if not to heal it.

Considering the facts, it was entirely possible. Especially since 《Plus》 possessed the trait of «Augmentation», which could easily increase one’s strength or promote one’s natural healing. Yet, just because it was possible did not mean that it was without its difficulties.

Sustaining this type of healing for extended periods of time meant that Shiori constantly needed to output [Soul Power], AKA energy. No matter how sturdy someone was, keeping oneself steady whilst having their energy constantly drained was no simple task. The bags under the worried maiden’s eyes and her haggard visage were proof of this.

「A-Are you-?」

「I’m fine, Shiori. Thanks. For everything.」

The dark-haired youth spoke directly, his eyes flitting towards the beds as he expressed his gratitude to the girl who had already done so much for them in their time of need. As he acknowledged her efforts, however, a pink line streaked across the maiden’s fair cheeks, and even her face had become quite hot.

It was fair to say that, perhaps, Shiori felt that her efforts in persevering to ease her friends’ suffering were all worth it just for that moment, as embarrassment and joy seeped into her weary frame with wicked temptation. At the same time, however, the grim countenance on her beloved’s visage made it difficult for her to truly relish in this feeling, as his pained features seemed to constrict her throat.

「N-No, not at all.」

Nevertheless, Shiori suppressed both the smile that threatened to surface on her face and the aching in her heart as she responded to the boy, who was now approaching one of the beds.

And in this bed lay the unconscious figure of one jet black beauty.


Upon seeing his unmoving little sister wrapped in a hospital blanket before him, Junichi couldn’t help but clench his fist in angst. The sight of her slender frame, whose jade skin was a degree paler than usual, remained still and unmoving as she slept peacefully on the hospital bed.

Yet, her body was so tranquil that even her chest remained immobile, giving off the illusion that she wasn’t breathing. Of course, the dark-haired youth wasn’t so unobservant as to be taken in by said illusion, as his eyes were able to detect Mana’s chest rising and falling ever so slightly. That being said, the spectre of his little sister’s death wasn’t easy to ignore, as the boy placed two fingers against her wrist.


After taking her pulse and affirming that life still dwelled in the unconscious Mana, Junichi exhaled deeply, relaxing his tense nerves as he stepped away from her bedside and turned his focus towards the other incapacitated individual.


The boy spoke as he gazed at the motionless figure of the blonde-haired delinquent. Upon doing so, it was immediately evident that his situation was far worse than the jet black beauty. Despite her comatose-like state, Mana’s body did not appear to be injured in the least, with barely a single scratch on her delicate skin.

A result that was likely due to the painstaking efforts of the wounded 〚Lion〛.

Scorched flesh and lacerations were littered all over his frame, accompanied by patches of black and swollen skin. Some of his limbs were even wrapped in bandages, likely in order to give support to bones which had been fractured by his ordeal against the corrupted 《Cross》.

Needless to say, Isayama Masaru had put his very life on the line to protect his crush. Hence, his current injuries were actually wounds of pride and did not deserve to be pitied.

Yet, while he showed no sympathy for the delinquent, that didn’t mean he was capable of keeping his other emotions still, as frustration began to boil within his core.


Clicking his tongue, the dark-haired youth tore his eyes away from the two unconscious teenagers, turning to address the girls who had been watching him in silence up until now. His locks caused shadows to cascade over his visage, concealing his eyes as they were steeped in a veil of darkness.

Yet, even though this curtain obscured much of his features, all of the girls present were able to discern the severity of his expression. After all, his grim countenance was portrayed through the piercing red glow of his right eye which shone ominously like a twinkling star.

And with such an eerie appearance, the mercenary of blood and iron spoke the following words.

「We’re gonna kill him.」

At this chilling statement, the surroundings became steeped in strained silence as the atmosphere was dominated by a suffocating lull. Shiori, Sora, and Rin—all three girls found themselves unable to speak in the face of this inexplicable pressure, which caused their voices to become lodged in their parched throats.

A reaction that displayed just how potent the blood and iron mercenary’s murderous intent was as it bore down on the trio.

「W-Wait, Junichi-kun?! Shiori’s here, you know?」

The first one to shake off the intimidation from the boy’s lethal aura was Sora, who recovered from her shock as she quickly issued a warning to the youth. After all, as Junichi was talking about the life and death of an otherworldly entity, the athlete immediately realised that this was not a conversation that unrelated parties should be involved in.

Naturally, Sora also found herself furrowing her brow, likely because she was irked at the fact that the boy speaking of such matters in the bespectacled maiden’s presence would get her wrapped up in supernatural affairs. Yet, in response to such concerns, the dark-haired youth simply stated the following in a nonchalant, matter-of-fact manner.

「I know. She’s got a [Counterpart] too.」


It was unsure who had allowed that choked gasp to escape their lips. Yet, regardless of who did, it was very clear that both girls of brown and blue were rather shaken by the sudden news as they looked at each other with wide eyes.

Of course, even though Shiori had been in possession of a [Counterpart] for quite some time, Junichi wouldn’t have thought to disclose such matters to her at the outset. It was only because the bespectacled 〚Tactician〛 had become his ally that he allowed her to be privy to this information.

And even now, the dark-haired youth was still internally debating whether or not he should really involve the timid maiden in the current episode. Yet, considering the circumstances as they were, he would eventually require Shiori to perform some duties for him, and so it was better to have her obtain a full understanding of the situation anyway.

「Either way, nothing changes. I already warned him once. As long as he doesn’t get in my way, I’ll turn a blind eye towards his actions. However, if he becomes my enemy, then I will show him no mercy.」

Junichi declared, muttering through narrowed eyes whose ominous glow illuminated the white room with shades of red and green. The room’s clean white insides were swallowed up by a torrent of light that was emitted by his twin jewels, one a piercing red while the other a subtle green.

The boy’s luminescence was constantly reflected by the room’s white interior, bouncing from the roof to the walls to the tiles as they dyed the entire space in his colours. Yet, the two lights were unable to keep from interacting and clashing with each other, the cold red a sign of death while the warm green symbolised life.

The two colours seemed to represent the boy’s inner state itself, one side wanting to kill the enemy that had inflicted such injuries upon the two teenagers before him while the other desired to find a way for him to survive. A rather peculiar, though not entirely unfamiliar dilemma as Junichi once faced a similar choice during Shiori’s case.

This time, however, it could be said that Junichi’s inner turmoil was rather bizarre. After all, while he was rather intimately involved with the bespectacled maiden with brown hair and had a vested interest in her safety, 《Cross》 was an entirely different matter.

They were strangers, who had a simple working agreement and had only been acquainted for one month. The dark-haired entity’s life should have meant nothing to the mercenary. In fact, it should have been worth less than nothing, as the [Counterpart’s] act of harming Mana should have turned him into an enemy, and so the red light sought death.

And yet, there was another part of the boy that wanted to try and save the corrupted entity with all he could. Perhaps out of compassion and pity for the being, or out of keen calculations that weighed the benefits and risks of spending such effort for the sake of his other self, and so the green light sought life.

These two sides continued to vie for dominance, unrelenting in their struggles as the colours warped the spectrum, twisting into an ominous by-product that could only be described as sinister.

Yet, unlike the indecisive conclusion that seemed to result from the corrupted background, the mercenary of blood and iron had made his resolve, coldly uttering the following three words amidst this menacing aura that seemed to represent both the despair of life and the hope of death itself.

「He’s gotta die.」

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Cross Gun: Chapter 189 – Rescue

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Chapter 189: Rescue

The sweltering summer atmosphere was suddenly transformed into a hot blast of wind which buffeted the surroundings, as an additional intruder barged in on the scene. The blue blur barrelled through the air, setting off shockwaves one after another as she ripped through the air with reckless abandon. And then, quicker than the eye could see, the cerulean-haired, grey-eyed devil slammed her knee straight into 《Cross’s》 diaphragm.

Needless to say, it wasn’t difficult to determine who this mysterious intruder was, for after having transferred all of her momenta into her grandiose kick, the slender body twisted in the skies before landing cleanly back on her feet, raising her head as she exposed her face to the open air.

A visage with a pair of sharp canines and mischievous features which could only belong to one person: the girl designated as the Blue Devil by the dark-haired youth himself, Miyazaki Sora.

And she, the 〚Hurricane〛, had arrived just in time to save her underclassmen from certain doom.

「Oof! Perfect landing!」

A raucous cheer escaped the blue devil’s lips as her features contorted into a cheerful grin. And, with her trademark canines jutting out like a wild cat, the girl’s grey eyes shone with a sharp light as they carefully stalked the [Counterpart’s] figure—or rather, its afterimage.

Due to her sudden strike landed against her target’s torso, Sora ended up launching 《Cross》 across the rooftop and straight into the fencing. The only problem was, as the fence had been previously mangled due to one of the many explosions that had occurred during the previous confrontation, the entity’s flight path was not hindered as he went through the hole in the fence and plummeted to the ground.

The irony of how the roof’s fencing had failed to perform the one task it was there to fulfil aside, the reality of the situation was that such a fall would barely harm the dark-haired entity.

–though that was the least of the worries on the blond-haired spectator’s mind.

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Cross Gun: Chapter 188 – A Desperate Struggle

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Chapter 188: A Desperate Struggle

「Nngh……damn it……」

A deep groan came from the blond-haired delinquent as the white noise subsided from the surroundings. Rubbing his forehead in agony, the young man opened his squinted eyes, eyelids fluttering as his pupils adjusted to the scenery before him.

And the moment that he overcame his temporary blindness, Isayama Masaru couldn’t help but have his breath taken away by the scene reflected in his retinas.

「H-Holy……what the hell happened here?」

The 〚Lion〛 murmured in wonder, his mouth agape in bewilderment as he stared at the decimated rooftop. During the assailant’s initial entrance, the concrete-covered roof had been subjected to the abuse of flames and explosions, so the scenery had already been scarred prior to the light-emitting collision that just occurred.

Yet, judging from the large, 5-cm deep trench etched into the pavement, it was apparent that the destruction caused by the latter explosion was several degrees more severe.

And the one who caused this indentation, which had spread out into a linear fan with Masaru as the starting point, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, an outline of his silhouette could be seen in the now-absent part of the fence, which itself had been mangled outwards over the edge of the roof due to the force of the explosion.

Simply speaking, the attacker had been blown away. A fact that made Masaru want to jump for joy, as he never thought he would have escaped that encounter alive.

Or at least he would have, had he not found himself fretting something even direr.

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Cross Gun: Chapter 187 – Abrupt Assault

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Chapter 187: Abrupt Assault



A shrill cry escaped Miyazawa Mana’s lips as a deafening roar filled the campus. The thunderous shockwave ripped through the air, tearing up the rooftop as the malicious gust kicked up dust and debris into the atmosphere.

This violent blast forced the surroundings to be plunged into a thick cloud of smoke, the haze obscuring one’s vision while the ear-splitting rumble overpowering one’s sense of hearing.

This void would not last long, however, as gravity eventually fulfilled its role. Shortly after time had lulled the static, the dust finally settled and the fog subsided, revealing the tattered body of one Miyazawa Mana, unconscious as her injured frame lay lifelessly on the floor.

–or at least, that’s what the worst case scenario would have been, had a certain individual not risked his own life in her stead.


Mouth agape and eyes widened, the jet black beauty’s charming features were distorted with horror, her face flushed a shade of white and green as her contracted pupils trembled at the sight before her. Yet, even as she was filled with dread, Mana couldn’t help but murmur the name of her saviour, desperately praying for his safety to whatever deity that would listen to her.

Of course, the reason for the poor girl’s distress was because of the wretched state of the delinquent who shielded her. Just seconds before the explosion, the 〚Lion’s〛 honed instincts informed him of incredible danger, and so made a snap decision as he leapt in front of Mana and pushed her into his chest. In doing so, Masaru was able to ensure that his entire frame covered her body—-a strategy that, although not optimal, was the best that he could manage to prevent his crush from being harmed.

And because of this, the young man’s back had suffered most of the damage from the abrupt explosion.

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Cross Gun: Chapter 186 – New School Life – The 〚Grace’s〛 Circumstances

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Chapter 186: New School Life – The 〚Grace’s〛 Circumstances

It went without saying that the [Scarlet Ashes’s] victory over their seniors in the [Organisation] was an event to be celebrated. Furthermore, when considering that Saito Junichi’s addition into the invader-fighting corps would greatly strengthen their cause, it couldn’t be helped that things had become quite lively at Gabriel Gaston’s headquarters.

At the same time, however, the dark-haired youth had no idea that the events playing out behind the scenes would eventually lead to one of the largest turning points in his life.

And, believe it or not, one these unsuspecting pieces in the giant puzzle of fate had nothing to do with the disciples that had just overcome a difficult challenge, nor was it the entity shrouded in obsidian who was currently facing one. Instead, it was the person who mattered the most to the dark-haired youth; the person he wanted to protect more than anyone.

It was she who would soon become the trigger of this catastrophe.

And currently, she was—

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Cross Gun: Chapter 174 – Training – Reversal

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Chapter 174: Training – Reversal

Now, some might consider Mayumi’s idea of detonating her smoke bombs in her area to be quite stupid. However, there were merits to her decision which could not be dismissed out of hand.

For instance, by shrouding herself and her teammates, Mayumi had effectively deterred the enemy from making an advance on their side. For, if they entered the perimeter of the smoke cloud carelessly, then they may be subjected to an unexpected ambush. Additionally, the lack of visibility through the sea of fog concealed the [Scarlet Ashes’ ] figures, allowing them to move as they pleased without being seen by the opposition.

Yet, the most crucial side-effect that Mayumi’s actions produced was the change in the flow of the battle. Continue reading

Cross Gun: Chapter 173 – Training – Teamwork

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Chapter 173: Training – Teamwork

「Baka Aniki! I heard what happened from Shiori the other day! Why aren’t you resting!?」

「Calm down, Mana. I’m fine now. Besides, we don’t have much time left.」


Saito Junichi spoke, smiling bitterly as he gazed upon his contrary little sister’s stern face. Despite the disgruntled expression that plagued her well-sculpted features, Mana’s concern for her dear brother was clearly conveyed to the youth. As such, all he could do was rest his hand on her head, patting it gently in an attempt to reassure her.



「N-Now, now, Mana-chan. Junichi-kun said he’s okay, so let’s leave it at that, shall we?」 Continue reading

Cross Gun: Chapter 162 – New School Life – The 〚Rebel’s〛 Circumstance

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Chapter 162: New School Life – The 〚Rebel’s〛 Circumstance




Upon seeing her dark-haired brother letting loose a large yawn, Miyazawa Mana instinctively chastised him, sending a sharp, reproachful gaze in his direction. Considering that Junichi’s behaviour was just as slovenly as usual, even in spite of the fact that he was now considered the new top dog of the high school division, it was no wonder that the jet black beauty frowned in disapproval.

But then again, it could not be helped. From the start, the youth wasn’t one to care about appearances much as he maintained his unkempt image. At the same time, he had been up until the wee hours of the morning due to his engagement with Roxanne, resulting in his current fatigued state.

The onlookers, Shiori, Cocoa, and Rin could only remain silent as they continued their commute to school. Shiori smiled bitterly, somewhat used to her best friend’s temper as well as Junichi’s aloof devil-may-care attitude. Cocoa, on the other hand, was flipping through her notebook, diligently preparing herself to tackle the unfamiliar school day. Continue reading