["Damn, who's lost their mind and wants to go to the Kure Clan?"]
Someone immediately replied—this was a user called "Shadow-sama".
["Just asking, thinking about doing some business with them."]
Gusion continued.
["Haven't you read the manga? The Kure Clan are all dangerous people—just being skilled and gutsy isn't enough for that kind of play."]
Someone else chimed in.
["Yeah, and do you even have money? To do business with the Kure Clan, you need at least tens of billions of yen, otherwise you're just joking around."]
...
The public chat was filled with heated discussions about the Kure Clan. Before long, the topic went off the rails, with a flood of messages burying Gusion's original question. Just as he was about to ask again, an explorer named "Little Mushroom" posted a set of coordinates.
["This is the Kure Clan Village. Good luck."]
Gusion checked the coordinates—they were latitude and longitude. He looked them up on a map and felt the other party wasn't messing with him. The spot was about 500 kilometers from Tokyo, matching the manga's description.
["Thanks, if the coordinates are right, I owe you one."]
After replying, Gusion set off. He wanted to visit the Kure Clan first for a martial arts exchange.
The Kure Clan is a powerful family in the world of Kengan Ashura, and they have ties to this world's ultimate boss.
Currently, the Kure Clan in Japan rules the underground assassination world. No other organization matches their business prowess. As long as you pay enough, the Kure Clan would even dare to assassinate the prime minister.
Their influence struck Gusion as absurd—after all, their home, Kure Clan Village, was a whole city. Its population was easily in the hundreds of thousands, and the Kure Clan itself had tens of thousands of members.
Such an armed force, growing inside a nation and specializing in assassination, yet the government ignores them? Just shows how fantastical this world's setting is.
The Kure Clan's roots are actually across the sea, where the main family still exists.
Something happened 1,300 years ago, splitting the massive clan into three, and scattering them across the globe.
The main family, the Wu Clan.
The Wu Clan that came to Japan became the Kure Clan.
In the West became the Westward Faction.
Brutal infighting over the centuries caused countless secret techniques to vanish, but one secret skill remains in all three branches.
According to the manga, the Guihun or Removal lets you remove the brain's shackles on the body and unleash all your physical power.
Gusion thought this was a great berserk skill—super useful against strong enemies.
As for the manga's protagonist, Tokita Ohma's Advance technique, Gusion found its side effects too severe; overall, Guihun was more practical.
After half a day, Gusion took the Shinkansen to Kure Clan Village.
He saw office workers on the streets, shops hawking their wares, high school girls after class eating crepes as they walked…
Gusion's first impression of this place: slow-paced, and peaceful.
But if you looked closely, you'd see that a few pedestrians had black sclera and white pupils—strange and even creepy, but the locals were used to it.
"The Kure Clan's patrol again? Thanks for your hard work, here are some freshly fried potato cakes—take them home."
The lady frying potato cakes by the road greeted a patrol warmly, her smile genuine.
"No thanks, Aunt Yoko, we're on duty. Maybe next time."
The Kure Clan youth leading the patrol smiled and refused, greeting many people along the way.
Gusion stroked his chin. It seemed the Kure Clan was well-respected locally.
He hadn't finished the manga years ago but had caught up in the space. He already knew the Kure Clan was a mysterious killer family that protected their homeland, but in reality, they seemed even warmer and more humane than he imagined.
Gusion walked past the patrol, stopped at the potato cake stall, "Ten potato cakes, please."
Soon, the cakes were ready. Gusion paid, took the bag in one hand, and a cake in the other, ready to eat.
But after two steps, he was surrounded.
Gusion calmly blew on his cake and took a bite. "This is a surprise. You all look so normal, yet you noticed I'm not from here?"
Six Kure Clan members surrounded him, all serious, their white pupils fixed on him.
The leader spoke, "Looks like you have no self-awareness as a wanted criminal."
Gusion was stunned—he thought they had sensed his strength, but forgot he was an escaped convict.
It made sense—he'd escaped prison and killed the CEO of Juoh Communications, and without a powerful backer, it was normal to be wanted.
"Don't misunderstand, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to exchange martial arts with the legendary Kure Clan."
Gusion smiled what he thought was a friendly smile, secretly impressed by their efficiency. In just moments, people had taken up sniper positions, with three rifles aimed at his head.
This city belonged to the Kure Clan—no one gets away with causing trouble here. They're assassins, not pure martial artists. If there's a fight, it's never one-on-one; they'll use numbers, cold weapons, and hot weapons—whatever works.
Gusion wasn't here to challenge anyway—he genuinely wanted a friendly exchange. But apparently, he wasn't welcome.
"You, a wanted criminal, want to exchange martial arts with us?"
The Wu Clan youth sneered, "Better surrender quietly; we'll send you back to prison."
Gusion looked amused, swallowed the rest of his cake, "You're an assassin clan? But you want to send me to jail?"
He found this world truly strange. Wu Clan members carry out assassinations daily, but the government ignores them, and they're not even wanted. Some even work regular jobs—like the Kure family living in Tokyo, with Karura still in school and her parents possibly having side hustles.
Seeing that Gusion wasn't giving up, the leader moved—drawing a dagger from his sleeve, he slashed at Gusion's neck.
The Wu Clan maintains underground order and protects the city. They can't let a dangerous murderer like Gusion roam free.
Cling—!
A metallic clash rang out. To everyone's shock, the dagger stopped three inches from Gusion's throat.
And it wasn't blocked by a weapon—but by a single finger.
Gusion grinned, showing his teeth at the youth's black eyes. "Looks like I'm not welcome. If that lady up there fires, I won't mind tearing this place apart."