The Last Witch Hunter: Blood Oath

Rin tightened his grip on the warlock's wrist, his gaze locked onto the man's piercing eyes. The warlock struggled, his muscles tensing as he tried to break free, but Rin's hold remained unyielding.

The force of the warlock's sudden attack had kicked up a powerful gust, knocking the man Rin was escorting to the ground. He scrambled backward, fear evident on his face.

"Don't worry," Rin said, not taking his eyes off his opponent. "I'll handle this."

With deliberate ease, he released the warlock's wrist, watching as his opponent quickly put some distance between them.

"So, it's true," Rin mused. "You look just like us humans in every way. But the difference lies in your abilities, your strength… and your thirst for blood."

The warlock smirked. "Who are you? How did you move that fast? No ordinary human should be capable of that."

"That's not something you need to concern yourself with," Rin replied. "Since you came to me, it's only fair that I put an end to you."

The warlock chuckled, unfazed. "You just got lucky. That's all."

Rin exhaled slowly. A thick mist coiled around them, seeping through the trees like a living entity, swallowing the surroundings in an eerie haze.

The man on the ground flinched, inching away from the unnatural fog. The warlock's amusement flickered, his sharp gaze scanning the mist.

"Welcome to my domain," Rin said, his voice as cold as the air around them. "Let me introduce myself—I am Rin Hakai, a Witch Hunter."

The warlock's stance tensed, his smirk fading.

"I could kill you without this domain," Rin continued, stepping forward. "But I want you to feel the same fear—the same helplessness—you inflicted on your victims. The same pain that your kind brought to my village a year ago."

A suffocating aura filled the air, pressing down like an unseen force.

"Now, the entire Witch Society will know my wrath."

He paused, his voice lowering into something almost dangerous.

"Some might call me a hero. Others, a killer. But I walk my own path."

The warlock lunged, faster than before, his movements a blur. But Rin saw through them. Their fists clashed in a flurry of strikes—punches, kicks, and counters exchanged at lightning speed. The warlock struck with relentless ferocity, yet his blows barely grazed Rin, while Rin's strikes landed with precision, forcing his opponent back.

Then, as the warlock aimed a powerful punch at Rin's face, his fist connected—only to pass through a misty afterimage.

His eyes widened.

Before he could react, five identical figures of Rin emerged from the mist, surrounding him. A barrage of blows rained down, knocking him off balance.

Then there were ten.

Another relentless onslaught sent him stumbling.

Then thirty.

Pain erupted from every direction, his body unable to keep up.

Then one hundred.

The warlock staggered, disoriented, his instincts screaming at him to run. Panic overtook him as he stumbled forward, his vision blurring from the sheer force of the attacks. But no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't escape.

Then—he saw it.

Rin stood in front of him, silent, unmoving, a black blade in his grasp.

The warlock barely registered the moment his body felt unnaturally light. Then, he saw it—his own head rolling across the ground.

As his vision faded, the last thing he saw was Rin standing over him, his presence suffocating, his gaze cold.

We were supposed to be the hunters… not the hunted. I guess the Witch Society… has finally created a monster.

Then his body crumbled to dust.

A sharp pain seared through Rin's hand. He looked down as the tattoo etched into his skin grew slightly, its dark lines spreading.

With a slow inhale, Rin exhaled deeply, and the mist dissipated into the night.

The man, horrified by the scene he had just witnessed, instinctively backed away as Rin approached. His hands trembled, his breath uneven.

"Relax," Rin said calmly. "You have nothing to fear. That was a supernatural being—a witch. They're responsible for the disappearances in this area. And if there's one, there are likely more."

The man remained hesitant, his body tense. Thoughts raced through his mind. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already… but I'm still alive.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stand, brushing off the dirt from his clothes.

"Will anything… or anyone, like some kind of organization, come after me for witnessing this?" he asked cautiously.

"As long as you keep quiet, you'll be fine," Rin reassured him. "The mist I created earlier wasn't just for show—it also let me sense if anyone else was watching us. So far, we're in the clear."

All his life, he had believed witches were just myths. But standing before Rin, he realized—some myths were true. And some were worse than the nightmares."

The man then hesitated before asking, "Sorry to pry, but… are you even human?"

Rin looked at him, unfazed. "Yes. Born from human parents, raised as one. What you saw was just a secret I carry. But I assure you, I am human."

The man exhaled, nodding slowly. "Alright… Let's just hurry up. I don't want any more of those… witches—right? That's what you called them? I don't want them noticing me or mistaking me for someone associated with you. I have a family. A whole life to live."

Rin chuckled at his unease. "Fair enough."

With that, they jogged together toward the nearest fuel station. Once there, the man purchased a gallon of fuel, glancing around nervously as if expecting another attack.

As they prepared to head back, he sighed. "If it weren't for my car, I'd just wait here and take another way home. But since you're with me, I guess I'll be fine."

Rin smirked. "That's the spirit."

With the fuel in hand, they began the long walk back to his car.