The Otherworld Was Way Too Brutal – After I Healed the Mutilated Girl, She Turned Into a Completely Obsessed Yandere Guard Dog - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

It’s been a week since I became head of the Sakurai family.

My days? Yeah, “worked to death” fits perfectly.

“Jin, sign off on this one. It’s about allocating the reconstruction budget for the west district.”

“Next up—this. List of applicants for the guard team, the [Silver Sword]. You do the final check.”

“Um, excuse me… Master! We got a petition from the city guild about magic stone buy prices…”

The desk in the office looked like a mountain range of papers.

Cattleya kept bringing new stuff over, firing off sharp instructions.

The clerical staff ran around me like crazy too.

“…Break. Gimme just ten minutes to breathe.”

I dropped the pen and flopped face-first onto the desk.

Fighting magic beasts was way easier.

Muscle soreness? Healing magic fixes that.

Mental exhaustion? Magic doesn’t touch that.

“Sloppy, my lord. It’s still morning.”

“Cattleya, you’re too tough… How’re you juggling frontline command and admin work and still so full of energy?”

“Practice. Plus, thinking of it as draining the rot out of the old Sumeragi mess makes energy just… appear.”

Cattleya kept sorting papers with a cool face.

Man, I’m so glad she’s on my side.

If she was an enemy, I’d probably be dead from overwork by now.

“Jin, I made tea.”

A soft sweet smell floated over.

Tsugumi came in carrying a tray.

Today she wore a easy-move culotte skirt and white blouse.

Clean look— the mansion servants all talk about how nice she looks.

If only she didn’t have those two short swords hanging at her waist.

“Thanks, Tsugumi. Feels like I’m coming back to life.”

“I baked cookies too. Sugar’s important, right?”

Tsugumi slipped around to my side, picked up a cookie, and held it right to my mouth.

…The classic “ahh” thing.

Other clerks were still in the room.

Their stares hurt.

“Uh, I can eat it myself…”

“No way. Your hands’ll get dirty. Here.”

Tsugumi smiled bright but wouldn’t budge.

Deep in her eyes I could see zero room for refusal.

I gave up and chomped the cookie.

“…Tasty.”

“Ehehe. Good.”

Tsugumi looked super pleased.

Cattleya sighed like she couldn’t believe it.

“Tsugumi, spoiling the master has limits. He won’t build any dignity like this.”

“Who needs dignity? Jin’s plenty cool just the way he is.”

“That’s not the point…”

While we had that chill back-and-forth, lively voices came from outside the window.

“One, two! One, two!”

“Too quiet! From the gut!”

Ray’s roar.

I leaned to the window for a quick break.

In the inner courtyard, the new knight order [Silver Sword] was training.

Mix of old Sumeragi Black Knights and fresh young recruits from the city.

Gear was all over the place, but their eyes weren’t dead.

Ray swung a greatsword one-handed like it was nothing, drilling the newbies.

With both arms back, his teaching had real fire—and he looked like he was having fun.

“Going smooth, huh.”

“Yeah. Ray’s skill helps, but the people’s expectations are high too. The idea of protecting their own city themselves is starting to take root.”

Cattleya stood next to me, looking down at the courtyard.

“It’s all because of the hope you showed.”

“I just gave ’em a spark… Anyway, back to work soon.”

Right as I turned to my chair—

BOOOOM!!

A huge blast and shockwave hit from the main gate direction.

Window glass rattled hard.

“What!?”

“Attack!?”

Cattleya grabbed her sword in a flash and threw the window open.

The trainees in the courtyard freaked out too.

“Jin, stay here! I’ll check!”

“No, I’m coming!”

“Me too!”

We bolted from the office and ran to the main gate.

The scene at the front gate was nuts.

The thick iron doors were smashed inward.

Like a giant punched ’em—big dent right in the center.

Guards held spears, but their legs shook.

And standing right in front—one guy.

Almost two meters tall.

Top half bare, muscles like steel bulging everywhere.

Darkish skin, huge beaded necklace around his neck.

No weapon in his hands.

Just fists.

“Heh, Sumeragi’s gate was pretty damn weak, huh? Barely tapped it and look.”

The guy laughed in a deep, rough voice.

The pressure rolling off him wasn’t street thug level.

Battle-hardened veteran—on par with high-rank magic beasts.

“Who the hell are you! This is the Sakurai family mansion!”

Ray pushed through the trainees and stepped up front.

Greatsword ready, glaring at the guy.

“Sakurai? Oh, that kid.”

The guy snorted like he didn’t care.

“I’m Gouki, top fighter of the southern Guardian House, the [Kiryu family]. Came to deliver an invite to the new master… but the gate guys wouldn’t let me through.”

Kiryu family.

Southern Guardian House.

One of the five big names, right up there with west’s Saijo and the old northern Sumeragi.

Known for being combat freaks, using their own fist style with magic beast materials.

“You need to wreck the gate just to deliver an invite?”

I stepped forward with Cattleya and Tsugumi.

The guy called Gouki locked eyes on me.

Rude, sizing-up stare.

“So you’re Jin Sakurai… Skinny. You really killed old man Genzou?”

“Shouldn’t judge by looks, right? Also, bill for property damage is going to the Kiryu family.”

I shot back firm.

Gouki grinned wide.

“Hah! Mouth’s got some bite. But see, our lord, Kiryu Gaou-sama, hates weaklings. Gotta test if you’re qualified to take this letter!”

Gouki kicked off the ground.

Fast.

Way faster than his huge body suggested—closed the gap in a blink.

“No you don’t!”

Ray jumped in, swinging the greatsword.

But Gouki didn’t stop.

He slapped the flat of the incoming blade—with an open palm heel.

Crack!!

Dry snap echoed, Ray’s sword got knocked off course.

Gouki spun and slammed a backfist into Ray’s side.

“Guah…!?”

Ray’s big body flew.

Rolled on the ground, caught himself, stood up.

Shock all over his face.

“Ray!”

“I’m fine…! Damn, deflecting a sword barehanded… that’s bullshit…!”

“Next? That lady knight? Or the master himself wanna step up?”

Gouki beckoned, taunting.

Cattleya reached for her sword.

But faster—killing intent exploded right beside me.

“…For insulting Jin, die and pay.”

Tsugumi.

She already had her short swords out.

Eyes cold and clear, locked only on Gouki’s vitals.

“Tsugumi, hold up!”

“No way—let me! She looks fun!”

Gouki laughed.

Tsugumi vanished.

No—she blasted top speed into Gouki’s blind spot.

Thrust at the neck.

Killing blow.

But Gouki just tilted his head a fraction and dodged.

Blocked her follow-up kick with his arm.

Thud!

“Nice moves! But too light!”

Gouki swung his arm off, throwing a powerful lariat.

Tsugumi tucked small in midair, jumped over the arm.

Landed and slashed at his Achilles.

Two of them clashing blades—wait, blade and fist.

Looked even, but I could tell.

Tsugumi’s attacks got stopped by something like Gouki’s <ki>.

His skin hard as rock—only shallow cuts.

His hits? Even grazes could shatter bone.

If this kept up, Tsugumi would wear down fast.

“Tsugumi, back off!”

I yelled.

She didn’t.

Her protect-Jin mission was starting to go haywire.

“Get… out… of… the… way!”

Tsugumi sped up more.

Full-on suicide rush, defenses dropped.

“Take this!”

Gouki thrust a fist.

Tsugumi dodged by a hair—almost.

The wind pressure or shockwave from the punch sliced her cheek.

Blood flew.

“Gotcha!”

Gouki’s kick came at her off-balance body.

“Tch…!”

I ran.

Gonna make it—?

No—I’m making it!

I slid in to shield Tsugumi, took Gouki’s kick square in the back.

BOOM!!

Organs rattled.

I heard ribs crack.

“Jin!?”

“Master!”

Tsugumi and Cattleya’s screams overlapped.

I grit through the pain, grabbed Gouki’s leg.

“Got you…”

I pressed my hand flat to his leg, poured magic in.

<Repair Evolve>.

Not destruction.

Not overheal.

Just the image of instantly relaxing tense muscles.

“Wh-what…? Strength… draining…?”

Gouki looked shocked, tried to pull back—but his knee buckled.

I stood up holding my aching side, looked down at the kneeling Gouki.

“Don’t touch my people.”

I said it low and heavy.

Then put my hand on my own side—fixed the fractures in a second.

Crack sound, and my breathing steadied.

Gouki watched the whole thing, mouth hanging open stunned.

Then—HAHAHAHAHA!!

He burst out laughing huge.

“Fun! Jumped in front as a shield, huh! And in that split second, drained my leg strength and healed your own wound… Yeah, you’re not just some figurehead master.”

Gouki stood, brushed dirt off his pants with slaps.

Fight was gone from him.

“Sorry for the rough stuff. Here’s the delivery.”

He pulled an envelope from his pocket and tossed it to me.

Black envelope, gold dragon crest stamped on it.

“Next month, first. Imperial capital’s holding the <Five Houses Conference>. That’s where they’ll run the approval test for you as a new Guardian House.”

“Approval test…?”

“Yeah. Other four houses wanna see if beating Genzou was real. Skip it, Sakurai family won’t get recognized— they’ll carve you up and split the territory.”

Pretty much a declaration-of-war invite.

Go = trial.

Don’t = ruin.

“Tell ’em I’ll be there. Definitely.”

“Heh, nice face. We’ll wait in the central district, young boss.”

Gouki grinned, turned on his heel.

On the way out, he glanced at Tsugumi.

“You had some killer intent, girl. But killing intent alone won’t kill anyone. Build up that core more.”

With that, Gouki left like a storm.

“Jin… sorry…”

Tsugumi grabbed my clothes, eyes teary, head down.

Blood still seeped from the cut on her cheek.

“Because I was weak… you got hurt…”

“Dumbass. Protecting you’s obvious.”

I touched her cheek, healed the cut.

Wiped her tears with my thumb.

“Plus, you helped. You made an opening—let me hit his weak spot.”

“…Yeah.”

Tsugumi nodded, but her fists clenched so hard they turned white.

I could feel the frustration swirling inside her.

I looked at the invite in my hand.

Five Houses Conference.

South’s Kiryu family, west’s Saijo.

And the still-unknown east and central houses.

The monsters who run this country are waiting.

“Gonna get busy.”

I looked up at the sky.

Level 4 healing magic.

How far would that power go in the huge monster den called the central district?

The fight was about to spread outside the city.