Rin Tohsaka Death Novels & Stories

He was injured himself from fighting those enemies yet he still came here to protect me. “Die!” Yoshimoto shouted. As he took a step back, Mōri Shinsuke threw a spear at him. As he turned to deflect it using his sword, Hattori Koheita came up to him and swung his sword, decapitating him in the process. Yoshimoto’s head fell from his shoulders and rolled in front of me. Seeing his decapitated head sent a chill down my spine. “Are you alright, my lady?” Hideyoshi offered his hand to help me stand up. I shook my head and told him I couldn’t stand. Nobunaga came rushing towards me.

He crossed the room, “Fosco Bellucci is dead.” The words hit me harder than a bullet. I blinked, my throat tightening so fast I could barely get air through it. “What?” It came out like a breath, like maybe I’d misheard him, “No, no, that can’t—he—” “Rino killed him,” Salvatore cut in, “Last night. He smashed his skull open with a bottle, then finished half his crew before the cops stormed in.” I stared at him. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my teeth. I couldn't believe a single word that came out of his mouth. It didn't make any sense. Why? Why would Rino do that? He wouldn't.

My blade is ready to taste his blood, to sever his head from his shoulders. But as they notice he’s going to lose, the thugs start to move in. The echo of three gunshots deafens the room. It’s enough to make Takashi and I split apart. I look and see it was Hibiki who fired, and three of Takashi’s men are dead. I blinked as I realized one of them was Rokurō.

“Return her, you piece of shit!” “Fucking braggart.” Yosuke grumbled through gritted teeth as he and Hina did the same. Nozomi held onto Araki’s hand that was painfully grabbing onto her hair. If she did not do so, she was sure her hair would have been torn out. She dug her fingers into his wrist and bore the prickly sensation that shot through her arms. However, Araki stubbornly held on as well. /I can’t die like this. I haven’t gotten to talk to Hikaru properly! I can’t have him doing something crazy and changing the world again. There MUST be a way out. It’s not yet time for me to die!/

At the end of the fluid and swift blade movements came Kenzo Harusame’s wail. The broken blade at Tyr Summer’s lips slit Kenzo’s throat, while the blades in his left and right hands slashed open Kenzo’s chest and abdomen respectively. As the fight settled down, Tyr struck a rather handsome pose with the blades in his hands. On the other hand, his opponent, Kenzo, collapsed to the ground with blood spewing out of the three slash wounds. “Kenzo Harusame is dead.”

Then, he sneered and added, “Some time ago, the sixth leader of the Yakuza died inexplicably in his own heavily guarded hot spring resort in Hokkaido. Do you know about it?” Hiroshi immediately nodded. “Almost everyone in Japan knows about this incident. It was reported on the news that he died of a brain hemorrhage.” “Brain hemorrhage?” Yahiko snorted. “Nah, it’s fake news from the public. In reality, he died at the hands of a Ninjutsu master!”

It would be a first meeting that Hiro would attend as a rightful shareholder, Tsuchida Ichiro's heir. After Mr. Ma sold his shares, there were 9 people at the board of directors, with Hiro's appearance the board of directors should consist of 10… but the sudden, and “unexpected” death of Mr. Matsuzaka made it 9 once more. Certainly, Mr. Matsuzaka's death wasn't of natural causes. Officially, he was attacked by a burglar, and died due to head trauma caused by a single hit in a head… The burglar was yet to be found.