After Transmigrating to Become Lady Skylark - Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Hibari Kyoya glanced at the bodyguards scattered across the ground—all unconscious, yet all still breathing—and responded calmly to the woman’s display of vulnerability:

“Do you want me to turn them into corpses?”

Jin Chaoyan: “!”

No—there’s absolutely no need for that!

She blinked rapidly, clearing away the tears that had welled up from the pain. She had almost forgotten that this was the dangerous leader of Namimori, a man capable of pummeling his own teammates and finishing off enemies without hesitation. The grievance she felt earlier was instantly replaced by a startle; now, she could only look around for a convenient weapon to drag Jin Goemon out of the car for a beating.

Noticing her wandering gaze as he casually kicked a bodyguard out of the way—deliberately worsening the man’s injuries in the process—the youth asked, “What are you looking for?”

“A brick.”

“?”

Thinking of the last time she got into a fight with a brick and ended up with a bleeding finger, Hibari Kyoya’s expression went blank for a second. His gaze fell upon the Beretta 92F in her hand, which featured a unique color and a modified pattern.

Jin Chaoyan glanced at the middle-aged man in the car, who was frantically making phone calls with a panicked look. Noticing where the boy was looking, she explained, “No, this is too good for him. I need to find a weapon that can keep him bedridden for six months to a year.”

When facing scum like this, Jin Chaoyan found herself subtly resonating with Hibari Kyoya’s combat style—using a cold weapon to strike flesh and gradually tormenting the opponent was indeed very satisfying.

Hibari, who had walked up beside her at some point, slowly drew his tonfas. He poked her right arm with one. “Then use this.”

Jin Chaoyan: “?”

She looked at him in surprise. “Isn’t… isn’t this your weapon?”

For some reason, she always felt that for battle maniacs, their personal weapons should be more precious than a normal man’s car or wife.

“If it’s you using it, of course it’s fine,” Hibari Kyoya said, lifting his chin slightly as if it were a matter of course.

Jin Chaoyan was instantly energized.

She took the tonfa with her right hand, gripping the spot still warm from the boy’s palm. Her fingertips twitched; the weight of the weapon was even more exaggerated than it looked. No wonder anyone hit by his tonfas usually lost all mobility immediately.

“It’s so heavy…”

She murmured as a matter of fact, and then, under the terrified gaze of the man in the car, she swung. Thud! The tonfa shattered the car window. She flashed a smile at him like a witch from hell. “Get out here and take your beating, Jin Goemon.”

The boy standing nearby with his arms crossed watched her. He tilted his head slightly and suddenly asked, “What’s wrong with your left arm?”

“It got hit by an electric baton earlier… I can’t seem to move it.” Jin Chaoyan answered distractedly while listening to Jin Goemon’s warnings and screams inside the car.

A trace of thoughtfulness flashed through the youth’s grey-blue eyes. “Move aside.”

“Hmm?”

She thought he was going to act as her “gold-tier” thug. Thinking of everything the original host had suffered, she instinctively stepped back but didn’t forget to advocate for herself in a low voice: “I want to hit him personally, can I?”

Hibari Kyoya delivered a kick that dented the car door inward. Then, using his left tonfa, he struck the protruding edge of the door. In an instant, the luxury sedan was rendered a wreck. Amidst the middle-aged man’s look of sheer terror, Hibari reached in, grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him out.

“Jin Chaoyan, if you dare lay a hand on your father, I will cut off all your—”

Crack.

With a crisp sound, Hibari reached out and dislocated the man’s jaw.

Then, he tossed the man in front of Jin Chaoyan and said calmly, “You can begin.”

Jin Chaoyan: “…”

D*mn, that felt good!

Greatly encouraged, she raised the tonfa in her right hand. For the next five minutes, she enjoyed the sheer joy of pummeling a scumbag.

During the time Jin Goemon was being beaten, there seemed to be movement in the car behind them, but no one dared to step out. The street was as quiet as a no-man’s land.

After an unknown amount of time—

Jin Chaoyan stared at the “pig-head” face on the ground for a bit. Lacking experience in beating people, she turned to ask Hibari, “Chairman, do you think these injuries will keep him down for half a year?”

Hibari Kyoya added two kicks without changing his expression.

Amidst the sound of ribs snapping, Jin Chaoyan heard him add calmly, “It works if they are all broken.”

“…”

I mean, sure, but brother, why are you so practiced at this?!

She looked at Jin Goemon, who was exhaling more than he was inhaling. If they didn’t call an ambulance soon, he might not make it. After returning the tonfas to the youth, she walked to the car behind them and recognized the original host’s young stepmother through the glass. She knocked on the window.

The woman inside clutched her daughter in extreme terror, not daring to move. The driver, being more sensible and trembling with fear, rolled down the window, knowing that resistance wouldn’t stop these two “terrorists.”

“I’ll trouble Mrs. Jin to call an ambulance for him as soon as possible. If it’s too late, I’m afraid I’ll have to congratulate you—becoming a rich widow before middle age is quite the celebratory event.”

Mrs. Jin: “…”

Her lips moved, she muttered the word “Devil,” and then she fainted.

Surprisingly, the little girl in her arms miraculously looked up in this terrifying atmosphere. She met Jin Chaoyan’s eyes and, after a moment, whispered timidly, “Sister.”

It was Kazumiko.

Jin Chaoyan raised an eyebrow slightly and patted her head with her right hand. “You’re actually quite cute right now.”

“If you see a sister who looks like me in the future, remember to be respectful to her, okay?” She retracted her hand and left those words with a smile.

The little girl shuddered inexplicably and nodded like a woodpecker.

Turning around, she walked toward the youth who had been leaning against the alley wall with his eyes closed, waiting for her. Jin Chaoyan approached him in a good mood and asked:

“I’ve settled it! Shall we go have dinner together?”

Hibari Kyoya opened his eyes. His grey-blue gaze swept past her shoulder to look at the man she had beaten, who was being quietly helped into a car by drivers. Knowing this “small animal” usually wouldn’t strike unless pushed to the limit, he asked nonchalantly:

“Since you hate him so much, why not kill him?”

“No,” Jin Chaoyan shook her head seriously. “I have to leave him alive so I can beat him to my heart’s content again in the world ten years from now.”

If Jin Goemon died now in the world of ten years ago, he wouldn’t exist in the future. How then would the future Jin Chaoyan help the original host—who had died long ago in pain—get her revenge?

Hibari Kyoya nodded noncommittally. His gaze fell on her left hand. He paused and asked, “Don’t you have those strange healing abilities?”

“I am using them…”

Speaking of this, Jin Chaoyan couldn’t help but look down at her left hand, saying in a strange tone, “The injuries from the hit don’t hurt anymore, but I can’t move it at all. It’s very weird.”

“…”

Hibari Kyoya tilted his head and took a rare, close look. Then, he stared at the woman with a half-smile. “Jin Chaoyan.”

“Um… yes?” She had a bad feeling and tensed up instinctively.

“Your bone is broken, and the joint is dislocated. Do you know the consequences of letting it recover without resetting it?”

“…Wh-what will happen? QAQ”

“Nothing much. It just means your left hand will be crooked forever.”

“!”

Save me! How could this happen!

Skull, wearing his purple helmet, struggled to climb up to the third-floor window of the Namimori Middle School reception room.

Almost as soon as he stood steady on the windowsill, he put his hands on his hips, intending to command Hibari to accept the Trial of the First Generation. Instead, he first heard a pained cry laced with tears.

“No no no, wait wait wait, ugh… it really hurts…”

Sitting on the sofa, Jin Chaoyan—who felt the pain rush back the moment her left hand was lifted—broke out in sweat and tears.

The youth beside her was about to check her recovery when he sensed the movement at the window. He flicked his gaze over, his grey-blue eyes staring quietly. Despite his calm tone, it was laced with killing intent:

“Get out.”

Skull, who hadn’t even spoken, immediately bowed. “S-sorry for the intrusion!” He turned and jumped out the window, even remembering to close it behind him.

Inside, Jin Chaoyan was blinking hard, not even noticing what the noise was. All her attention was on her left hand. Perhaps because Hibari had warned her, she now felt the joint of her elbow was indeed wrong. “…What should I do? Is it growing back crooked?”

“Mmh.” Hibari Kyoya, who had plenty of experience with injuries lately, nodded. “It can be reset now. But if it heals any further, I’ll have to break it again to let it regrow properly.”

Jin Chaoyan: “!”

She imagined the scene and swallowed hard. “D-don’t break it… ugh… why don’t you just knock me out, set it, and then wake me up?”

It turned out having a body that healed too quickly wasn’t always a good thing. Jin Chaoyan was currently debating whether to deactivate the Yin Seal; otherwise, if this healing speed continued, she might end up with a permanently crooked left arm.

Hibari Kyoya looked at the sweat on her forehead, which was causing her hair to stick to her skin. Her face was a wet mess of tears and sweat, like a rose drenched by rain, petals drooping.

Then, he suddenly leaned in close and said:

“Jin Chaoyan.”

Suddenly being called by name from such a short distance, her eyes widened as she stared blankly at his handsome face. Her breath hitched. Before she could react, she heard two cracks. In the gap where her hair stood on end, the pain belatedly radiated from her left elbow.

“Ugh!”

She clutched her left hand and fell back onto the sofa. But after that instant of agony, the Yin Seal took effect again. She didn’t faint. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment through blurry vision, hearing the youth’s characteristically clear voice:

“Move your left hand.”

“It hurts…” Jin Chaoyan muttered while clutching her arm. She heard the boy remind her with a half-smile:

“Don’t act spoiled now. Get up. Move your hand. If it isn’t set right, we do it again.”

“!”

What kind of devil is this fifteen-year-old brat?! Bring my husband back right now!

She sniffled, sat up, and moved her left hand. She found the pain had faded significantly, and the movements she couldn’t do before were no longer a problem. She whispered, “Is it considered recovered now?”

Hibari Kyoya pressed his fingertips against her elbow again. Feeling her flinch from the lingering pain, his eyebrows twitched slightly, but he said nothing. After confirming the recovery, he let go. “It’s fine.”

“…Thank you.”

The pain had almost vanished. Jin Chaoyan’s logic slowly returned. Clutching a soft pillow on the sofa, she tried to forget the embarrassing scene of her crying from pain and thanked the boy.

With the injury incident behind her, Jin Chaoyan didn’t feel like going out for dinner. Hibari Kyoya simply had Kusakabe go out and buy two hamburger sets.

When the door opened, Skull followed him in. “Are you guys done? Good. Then I, the great me, command you, Hibari Kyoya—”

“Hmm?” The boy sitting behind the office desk looked up expressionlessly.

The baby on the floor shuddered and immediately shifted his gaze, continuing without a stutter: “Woman of Hibari Kyoya! Order him to cooperate and participate in the First Generation Trial immediately, do you hear me?!”

Kusakabe, who entered with the burgers, and Jin Chaoyan, who was waiting for dinner: “?”

She looked at the helmeted baby with a complex expression. Although she guessed he was an Arcobaleno from the Cloud pacifier he wore, hearing such words was still absurd. She couldn’t understand how he was ranked alongside people like Reborn.

“Um…” She maintained a subtle expression and tried to explain, “He and I are not the kind of relationship you think.”

“I, the great me, saw everything!” Hearing that she was the easier one to talk to, Skull jumped onto the small table in front of the sofa, crossing his arms and looking at her through his helmet. “No matter what you were doing just now, rounding it up, you are the woman most intimate with him in this world! He will definitely listen to what you say!”

Kusakabe: “…!” So what did the Chairman and this Jin-san do in the reception room just now?

Jin Chaoyan: “…” What kind of “rounding up” is that?!

She took a deep breath. “Do you know how ridiculous that description is? For example, I know this Vongola Cloud Guardian now—rounding it up, does that make me the Vongola Cloud Guardian?”

Skull fell silent for a second, seemingly thinking that the term he learned from Fon might indeed be a bit off.

Then, he heard a very calm response from the side: “It’s fine.”

Jin Chaoyan, Skull, Kusakabe: “?”

They all turned their heads. A Vongola Cloud Ring, which had been removed, drew an arc through the air and landed steadily in the woman’s palm.

“?!”

Jin Chaoyan held the ring, her face instantly twisting into a “mask of pain.” “Chairman…”

Brat, don’t cause trouble at a time like this!

But at that exact moment, the Vongola Ring in her palm, engraved with floating clouds, suddenly emitted a glow, projecting a beam of light forward. Immediately, a streak of purple flame flew into the air, and a figure emerged from the Cloud flames.

The man wore a black trench coat designed in the style of the late 19th century. Aside from the hair color, his hairstyle and eye color were identical to the boy behind the desk; even the piercing aura about him was similar.

He was about to simply convey his intent to the Guardian holding the Vongola Cloud Ring when he saw the ring sitting in the hand of a woman, while the boy next to her—who looked much more like a Decimo Guardian—had empty fingers.

Alaude: “…”

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