Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 310 – What Have They Been Trained Into?

The night was thick as ink that refused to dissolve.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks drowned out every subtle movement.

Outside the brightly lit seaside villa, an extremely faint shadow crept along the ground.

Not a single footstep sounded—a layer of flowing air seemed to wrap around the figure’s body, perfectly canceling out all friction noise.

If one didn’t look carefully, they might have mistaken it for nothing more than a slightly hurried sea breeze.

Yuzuru stared intently at the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, where the light had just gone out.

That was the bedroom of that Dragon Clan demoness.

As a rare fifth-tier wind-type Evolved being, she was the final hope of the entire Sakura Island Resistance Army—and the only person capable of perfect stealth in this wasteland.

Though her name was Yuzuru, and her appearance was that of a delicate young man—even a realistic skin patch adhered to her Adam’s apple—she had been forced to cut her long hair short, bind her chest tightly, and live as a man to protect her little sister in this man-eating Post-apocalypse.

After all, in the eyes of those filthy thugs and the even more brutal Dragon Clan, a man with some strength would at most be killed. But a beautiful woman… her fate was often worse than death.

“Damn it…”

Yuzuru gritted her teeth, her fingernails digging deep into the dirt.

Just this afternoon, she had watched with her own eyes as that Dragon Clan woman brought her little sister into this villa.

Three full hours had passed.

No sound had come from inside.

The Dragon Clan were rumored to all be degenerates.

Thinking of her sister—pure as a blank sheet of paper—suffering inhuman torment in that demon’s hands, Yuzuru’s heart felt as if an invisible giant hand were squeezing it mercilessly, the pain stealing her breath.

“Yui… wait for me.”

“Big sister is coming to take you home.”

Even if it meant death.

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They would die together.

Yuzuru took a deep breath, and the wind elements around her instantly came alive.

There was no violent gale—the wind seemed to become her limbs, lifting her weightless body like a fallen leaf, drifting silently up onto the spacious second-floor terrace.

The floor-to-ceiling window was unlocked.

Perhaps the Dragon Clan woman was absolutely confident in her own strength, or perhaps she simply didn’t consider the ants on this land worth noticing.

Either way, it gave Yuzuru her chance.

She crouched low, slipping like a gust of wind through the gap in the not-fully-drawn curtains.

The room was warm.

A faint, elegant orchid fragrance hung in the air—the scent of high-end bath products, utterly unlike the world outside reeking of rot and blood.

Yuzuru held her breath, her gaze sweeping quickly across the room.

Someone was in the living room!

Her eyes sharpened, and her footsteps moved like a phantom toward the outer sitting room.

In the dim light of the wall sconce, she saw a sight that made her eyes burn with fury.

Her little sister Yui was curled up carelessly in the corner of the sofa.

She wore a pink kimono, but the collar hung loose and slack, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin.

Yui’s cheeks were flushed, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat—as if she had just endured an extremely intense physical exertion.

Even her fingers were trembling slightly.

“Animal!!”

Yuzuru’s mind exploded with a deafening roar.

This appearance…

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This look of having been thoroughly used and broken!

What in the hell had that damned Dragon Clan degenerate done to Yui?!

Even without external wounds, this dual torment of mind and body—how utterly despairing must it be for Yui, who had never even dared to watch a chicken being slaughtered since childhood?

Yuzuru’s eyes were bloodshot, her short dagger creaking in her grip as her knuckles turned white.

She wanted to charge in and kill that demon right now, but reason told her that the most important thing at this moment was to take her sister away.

Suppressing her murderous intent, she slid silently to the sofa.

“Yui…”

Yuzuru knelt on one knee, her voice trembling as she reached out to wake the slumbering girl.

Looking at her sister’s face—brows still furrowed even in sleep—Yuzuru’s heart bled.

“I’m sorry… Big sister came too late…”

Just as her hand was about to touch Yui’s shoulder—

The sleeping girl suddenly turned over, as if dreaming of something extremely intense, her hands clawing wildly at the blanket beneath her, muttering vague, slurred words:

“No… don’t…”

Yuzuru’s hand froze mid-air.

Tears burst from her eyes instantly.

Just as she thought… her sister was having a nightmare, surely tormented by that demon in her dreams.

“Sir, don’t stop!”

In that instant, the air turned deathly still.

The grief and fury on Yuzuru’s face froze solid, the tears at the corners of her eyes not even having time to fall, hanging there on her cheeks.

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Wh… what?

She doubted her own ears.

Don’t stop?

More?

Was this really coming from the mouth of her sister—the girl who would blush for ages just talking to a boy, pure as a little white flower?

Just three hours.

Only three hours!

What had she already been molded into?

“Unforgivable…”

At this moment, the rage in Yuzuru’s heart overwhelmed her reason, overwhelmed her fear, even overwhelmed her reverence for death.

Murderous intent boiled like something tangible.

That demon had destroyed the only person she cared about in this world!

“Here so soon?”

At that moment.

A lazy, indifferent voice tinged with mockery sounded without warning behind Yuzuru.

No warning of wind.

Not even a change in the flow of air.

The voice seemed to detonate directly in the depths of her mind.

Every hair on Yuzuru’s body stood on end in that instant—the instinctive shudder of a creature facing its natural predator.

She didn’t hesitate. Years of combat instinct drove her to react as fast as possible.

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“Wind Blade!”

She growled, her fifth-tier energy erupting instantly.

Without turning around, she used that burst of power to swing her short dagger in a reverse arc behind her.

At the same time, the previously still air in the room was instantly drawn away, transforming into hundreds of imperceptible wind blades that formed a miniature storm of shredding in that cramped space.

This strike was enough to slice an armored vehicle to pieces in an instant.

And yet.

“Ting, ting, ting.”

A crisp sound, like jade striking jade.

All the wind blades shattered the moment they reached half a meter around that person, as if colliding with an invisible wall, dissipating into harmless breezes.

And Yuzuru’s reverse-stabbing dagger was now held effortlessly between two slender, fair fingers.

Utterly immovable.

Yuzuru’s eyes went wide. Through the dagger’s reflection, she saw the silhouette of the woman behind her.

Lin Fan, wearing that Japanese-style robe, barefoot, yawned with languid boredom.

In those golden eyes were reflected the starlight outside the window, and also Yuzuru’s face, twisted with fear.

“Not bad speed, and the angle was quite tricky.”

Lin Fan commented, his fingers exerting a slight pressure.

“Crack.”

That short dagger, forged from special alloy and having tasted blood countless times, snapped like a brittle biscuit.

“Too bad, too weak.”