I Am The Strongest Ghost Hunter

Chapter 23

“What the hell are you?” Akito asked, slowly pushing himself up, battered and bruised, voice hoarse from the pain.

The thing that used to be Doctor Harry Kane tilted its head—smile stretching too wide, skin rippling like water over something wrong underneath.

“I am something you can never comprehend.”

Its arm stretched—impossibly long, blurring through the air—and crashed toward them.

Raito and Sakura dodged in opposite directions—barely. The hand slammed into the wall behind them, leaving a crater of shattered plaster and exposed rebar.

It swung again—left to right, sweeping low.

They scattered—tables overturned, white cloths flying off, revealing covered corpses beneath. Severed parts—limbs, heads, cocks—tumbled across the floor in a grotesque rain.

Akito’s stomach lurched.

For a moment he thought about how Sakura would react—her obsession, her fixation—but to his surprise, she stayed eerily calm. Didn’t even glance at the flying cocks. Just kept her eyes on Raito.

‘Well… guess she only wants Raito’s,’ Akito thought with a grim sigh.

The doctor slammed its fists together—cracking knuckles that sounded like breaking bones—then charged.

“You’re going down!” Akito yelled.

He lunged.

The doctor laughed—deep, wet, echoing—and swung.

Akito dodged—slid under its legs like a baseball runner—and came up swinging a punch straight for its belly.

His fist sank in—deep, like punching jelly.

He tried to pull back.

Couldn’t.

“Now you’re hooked,” it said, voice dripping amusement.

It swung—one devastating blow.

Akito flew—hurtling through the air, crashing into the ground with a crater-forming impact that rattled his teeth.

“How… are we going to beat that thing?” he groaned, pushing up on shaking arms.

His eyes darted to Sakura—she was sitting beside Raito now, cradling his head like she was nursing him, whispering softly.

‘With her strength… we might have a chance to beat it.’

“Hey, Sakura!” Akito called. “I need a hand here!”

Sakura didn’t look up.

“I wish I could,” she said quietly, “but I’m actually busy right now.”

Akito groaned.

‘That’s what I thought. She’s glued to Raito. No way she leaves him easily. I wish he’d shock her again. But… I have an idea.’

The doctor charged—straight at him.

“Hey, Sakura,” Akito called again, voice strained but desperate. “Did you know… Raito told me the other day that if you could put this thing down, he’s going to hug you tight?”

Sakura’s head snapped up.

“Did he?”

She didn’t even think.

She dropped Raito—his head hitting the table with a dull thud—and charged.

The doctor turned toward Akito—arm stretching, ready to strike.

But its head fell off.

Clean cut.

Sakura stood behind it—cheeks flushed pink, golf club dripping.

“I can’t wait for him to hug me tight like never before,” she said happily, almost dreamily.

Akito blinked.

‘Well… that worked.’

Just then—the head rolled back.

Joined the body with a wet, sucking sound.

One swing—massive, blinding.

It smacked both of them.

Sakura and Akito flew—Akito crashing head-first into a wall with a sickening crack. He collapsed in a heap.

Sakura hit the floor hard—already injured, unable to stand or walk.

“Puny little things,” the creature said, walking slowly toward her. “You can’t stop me. No one can.”

It raised its hand—final blow.

Sakura closed her eyes.

Thoughts flashed: lives she could’ve lived with Raito. Maybe even Akito too. Family. Children. All of it slipping away.

Meanwhile—

Raito’s heart started beating again.

Slow at first—then stronger.

The gaping hole in his chest began closing—flesh knitting, ribs snapping back into place.

His eyes snapped open—bright, shiny blue, glowing like twin torches.

He clenched his fists.

Electric sparks cracked along his knuckles—buzzing, alive.

His gaze locked on the creature.

He rose.

Zapped forward—in a blur too fast to track.

Before the blow could land on Sakura—

Raito’s fist pierced straight through the doctor’s back.

Electric buzzing surged along his arm—devastating, unstoppable.

The creature convulsed—crumpled—melted away into black ink, pooling and vanishing.

Sakura’s eyes opened.

Raito stood above her—naked from the waist down, cock almost brushing her face. His eyes still burned blue and bright.

She hid her face instantly—cheeks flaming.

Raito’s arm moved—almost punched her.

He diverted it at the last second—fist slamming into the wall instead, cratering concrete.

Sakura’s eyes widened.

“Please—please, please—I’m sorry,” she pleaded, voice small and frantic. “I didn’t mean to look. Please forgive me.”

But Raito didn’t stop.

He kept punching—wild, uncontrolled, like his body wasn’t his own.

Every blow he managed to divert—toward the wall, the floor, anywhere but her.

Then—low, breaking voice—she heard him.

“Please run, Sakura… run,” he said, as if it was his dying breath.

His body jerked again—fists rising.

Sakura stared—terror and heartbreak mixing in her eyes.

She turned.

And ran.

Without wasting any time, she jumped up and started running toward the exit door.

Raito followed—legs moving, but slow. Deliberate. As if something inside him was fighting every step.

“Please stop,” he pleaded, voice low and strained, directed at no one visible but himself. “Stop it… she’s not a threat. Please.”

The only answer was a female voice—soft, possessive, echoing inside his head.

“You’re mine. And nobody else is going to have you except me.”

Raito’s breath hitched—shocked to get a reply at all.

He crumpled to the ground instantly.

Eyes flickered back to normal.

He dropped to his knees, clutching his chest like he’d just found something he’d lost forever.

Tears spilled fast.

“Megumi… is that you?”

The voice went silent.

“Please,” he begged, voice breaking. “Don’t ignore me now. Please say something. Anything. Please.”

A long pause.

Then—soft, teasing, familiar.

“Dummy. Are you crying again?”

“Megumi,” he choked out.

Tears poured harder.

He clutched his chest tighter with every word.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you back then. I’m sorry you lost your life all because of me. I’m sorry that I’m too weak, I…”

The voice cut him off—gentle but firm.

“What are you talking about, Raito? I did what I did because I wanted to. It was my choice. And I made it. It’s not your fault, okay?”

“Yet,” Raito said, still crying, “that doesn’t justify anything. If only I wasn’t weak… I would’ve been able to protect you.”

“It doesn’t matter. What happened has happened. All you have to do now is prove to me you’re worth it. That I didn’t give my life up for nothing.”

Raito clutched his chest harder.

“I promise you,” he whispered through tears. “I’m going to be the strongest. I’m going to make you proud. I promise.”

“That’s it,” she replied softly.

And then—

BLAST.

A loud smack to the back of his head.

It felt like a tickle.

Raito turned.

Akito stood there—holding a broken piece of wood he’d just swung.

“Ghost! It’s a ghost!” Akito screamed, eyes wide.

“Calm down,” Raito said. “It’s me, Raito.”

“You’re lying,” Akito shot back, voice shaking. “I saw you dead… your chest, the cut marks?”

“Yeah. It healed. I’m alive.”

Akito stared—then lowered the wood slowly.

“I… is this really you? Raito?”

“Yes. It’s me, okay? See—you can touch me.”

Raito stretched out his hand.

Akito didn’t hesitate.

He jumped forward—hugged him tight, tears streaming.

“I thought I’d lost you, man.”

“It’s okay,” Raito said quietly. “I’m here now. And alive.”

He pulled back slightly.

“Now… let’s clear this building.”

Akito nodded—then paused.

“That’s a good idea… but where’s Sakura?”

Raito’s expression darkened.

“I may have chased her away.”

He looked down the hallway.

“Let’s go after her. She headed this way.”

Akito smirked through the tears.

“You might wanna wear some panties first.”

He tossed a pair of pants and a shirt he’d grabbed from somewhere.

Raito caught them.

“Yes. Thanks.”

They both rushed off—searching for Sakura.