I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

The enemy approached in two steps at a time, his footwork steady and swift, his attack aimed straight at the face.

The black shadow flashed by, almost beyond the range of human dynamic vision to capture, and was only seen as a mark that broke through the ground covered with fallen bamboo!

'So fast! '

Kyogoku Makoto immediately shifted his body, raised his arm to block the bamboo sword attack, and turned his elbow to neutralize the force. Just as he was about to close the fighting distance, his opponent dodged away like a willow catkin, creating a safe distance again.

As they drew closer, the nighttime visibility improved, and Kyogoku Makoto realized that his opponent was shorter than his imposing figure, and that there was a familiar feeling about his martial arts movements.

He stood still, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why make a fuss over a normal martial arts sparring match?"

"The ultimate martial art should not be bound by life and death. Today, let us fight to the death; either you die, or I live."

Opposite him, Kuromon Haruya, now in a different body, turned his head, tugged at the collar of his body—which might be revealing too much—and sighed inwardly:

'Unfortunately, there aren't any suitable shells nearby with better physical attributes, so I'll just have to grab any exiled female fugitive I can find.'

He may not have the ability to change his physical form, but that doesn't mean he can't make good use of the Elixir of Immortality—

By choosing a suitable person to drink with, forcing the other person to place their right hand on their head and devour them, their soul can transfer into the other person's body. Afterward, once their soul has backfired and their consciousness returns, they can temporarily use a completely different body.

The only concern with this method is the period between when the soul is devoured and when it awakens, during which the original body retains its own identity.

Even demons can't digest the souls of transmigrators, so ordinary people need not worry. To prevent uncontrollable risks, Kuromon Haruya experimentally allowed himself to be "eaten" several times, eventually obtaining an awakening time ranging from one to four hours.

As long as there is no complete tissue reset due to "complete death," he can almost always retain the original body. At least that's the result of the short-to-medium term experiments so far; he hasn't yet conducted any experiences measured in years.

He raised the blade, his gaze like a blue marker pen used to draw lines before surgery, marking Kyogoku Makoto's vital points and joints:

"Lord Kyogoku Makoto, I have a piece of advice for you: This is a trial."

"This trial will measure your place on the Ark, the number of people you can bring, and our approval of you."

"Us? You have an organization behind you?" Kyogoku Makoto's thick eyebrows furrowed together, annoyed by the deeper meaning in her words.

The opponent remained silent, only narrowing his dark eyes before attacking again.

This time, the speed was even greater; the sharp edge of the bamboo sword cut through the air so fast that the sound of the wind breaking was almost inaudible.

Kyogoku Makoto continued to avoid direct confrontation, focusing on capturing his enemy and extracting more clues. However, the force in his hand had clearly increased by 30%, and Kuromon Haruka could feel the scorching heat of his fist even through physical sensation!

Kuromon Haruya released his right hand, twisted his left wrist, and the blade that missed Kyogoku Makoto's shoulder rotated counterclockwise on the horizontal plane with the center of the blade as the core. He caught it with his right hand and used the blade to barely block the punch that was about to hit his chest!

Click, click...

The bamboo knife's blade was bent and swayed slightly, emitting a loud cracking sound that seemed almost unbearable.

Kuromon Haruya once again used the force of his attack to try to retreat, but unexpectedly, Kyogoku Makoto slowed down his offensive and adopted a conservative approach. In the brief moment when he was paying attention to Kuromon Haruya's reaction, his left hand suddenly closed the distance with the force of the dragon digging out his heart. His palm was so big that it directly gripped the edge of Kuromon Haruya's entire mask!

"Haaah!"

With a powerful squeeze, Kuromon Haruya could almost hear the distinct sound of the wood being crushed! This was an old artifact unearthed from a corner of the Izumo Shrine's ritual implements, of exceptional quality!

He didn't move. Instead, he took the opportunity to rotate the blade, stepping on Kyogoku Makoto's thigh for support, contracting his waist and abdomen, drawing on the power of his whole body, intending to pierce through the heart with one strike!

"...Crack!" Two cracking sounds rang out simultaneously.

The moment the mask shattered, a drop, two drops, of fresh blood dripped from the cut on Kyogoku Makoto's palm.

From within the crack, Kuromon Haruya smirked mercilessly. He slowly drew out the bloodstained blade hidden within the bamboo sword's outer shell, and the mask, which could no longer hold on, collapsed, revealing a face that was like a black hole, devouring everything, its features completely black.

The precious sword gleamed coldly as he calmly retreated step by step, amidst Kyogoku Makoto's angry and wary gaze, letting out a sigh that sounded like both laughter and reproach: "What a pity."

Have you ever heard that a tiger's hesitation is less effective than a bee's sting, and a fine steed's gait is less desirable than a nag's steady pace?

Kyogoku Makoto remained silent upon hearing this, only clenching his bleeding fist even tighter.

Kuromon Haruya lowered his eyes, silently observing the agitated Kyogoku Makoto opposite him, and his own reflection in the blade. He twisted his wrist, gripped the hilt of the sword in reverse, and sheathed it. He let the silver blade graz his thumb, leaving droplets of blood like a beaded curtain. Faced with Kyogoku Makoto's pained expression, he could only shake his head regretfully.

"(In Chinese) It's a pity that even heroes have their limitations and are easily swayed by love. In the end, he was just too unstable in temperament and his desires were not balanced."

No matter how strong the physical body is, it cannot protect the fragile mind. If Kyogoku Makoto cannot let go of his proud compassion and worldly morality in the face of true life-or-death crisis, then his mind will be enslaved by his body, and he will be trapped in his own cocoon.

—A flash of light, and the blade strikes!

Zheng!

A line of blood splattered on Makoto Kyogoku's right cheek. At that moment, Haruya Kuromon, who was four meters away, appeared in front of him. Continuous flashes of sword light flickered in his iris, like the fluttering of a thousand-winged butterfly.

At least for now, upon realizing that Makoto Kyogoku was just beginning to show promise but did not seem to have grown into a superhuman being, Haruya Kuromon did indeed have the idea of ​​killing him here!

In the early stages, the mortal body was powerless against swords and blades. Seeing this, Makoto Kyogoku could only stand still, his fists one in front of the other, striking the fragile blade with his knuckles and pushing away the attacks.

Kuromon Haruya once again slashed at his opponent's face with the blade, but just three inches from the skin, he suddenly changed his move due to the force, slashing horizontally at Kyogoku Makoto's elbow. However, Kyogoku Makoto, who had been passively retaliating, deliberately turned to the side, deeply catching the blow with his shoulder bone. Then, he used all his strength, his muscles bulging, and actually used his solid muscles to directly block the freshly sharpened blade.

Kuromon Haruya drew his sword, but the force was like a mud ox sinking into the sea. With a series of attacks operating beyond its limits, this body, which was only slightly stronger than the average person, began to exceed its limits, making it almost impossible to push it any further.

Seeing Kyogoku Makoto playing at his best, Kuromon Haruya immediately cursed in his mind that someone was cheating!

'This is even one of the most vulnerable parts of the shoulder. If Kyogoku can use the muscles here to trap the blade, wouldn't it be even easier to trap it if other parts of the shoulder are injured?!'

What's the point of swords and blades in a fight? Are they even human?

'Is there no justice in this world? Is there no law?'

However, as he paused, Makoto Kyogoku, wanting to exchange his injury for another and press his advantage, slammed his palm into Makoto's chest and abdomen with a powerful punch!

"Well!"

As he was sent flying backward, Kuromon Haruya clearly heard the sound of several ribs breaking. However, before he could even land, someone grabbed his ankle, pulled him down by the head, and forced him to the ground!

"Tell me! Who sent you?"

"Us? Heh, hahahahaha!" The woman with the blurred face turned her head, her lips curling into a suffocating laugh that mingled with clots of blood: "You want to know about us?"

"We are not caged wild beasts, but arks promised to carry all things when God purifies everything!"

"I am Scobin, the scorpion destined to board the Ark!"