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Chapter 1: The Saint with Detachable Legs
寒風呼嘯著穿過東京深夜的巷弄，捲起地上的碎紙與塵埃。空氣中瀰漫著一股鐵鏽與腐敗的甜膩氣味，令人作嘔。在這片都市的陰影裡，一種非人的、扭曲的存在正潛伏著。
神無月結衣靜立於巷口，一身潔白的修道服在昏暗的環境中彷彿自行散發著微光。她深吸一口氣，那污濁的空氣卻無法玷污她眼中的清澈與堅定。她握緊胸前的十字架，低聲禱告，聲音輕柔卻帶著不容動搖的力量。
「主啊，請賜予我勇氣，斬斷邪惡；請賜予我慈悲，治癒傷痛。」
禱告完畢，她睜開雙眼，目光如炬，鎖定了巷底一團正在蠕動膨脹的黑暗。那是由無數人類負面情緒匯聚而成的低階妖魔，它所經之處，生命凋零，心靈腐化。
「以父之名，止步。」結衣的聲音帶著不容置疑的威嚴。
那團黑暗發出一陣刺耳的嘶鳴，猛地向她撲來！
結衣並未退後。她的神情莊嚴而聖潔，帶著一絲悲憫。她輕聲道：「為了守護，不得不戰。」
她彎下腰，雙手並非伸向武器，而是溫柔地、幾乎是虔誠地，觸碰了自己的雙腿。在那裡，皮膚之下，並非骨骼，而是流淌著熾光的神聖紋路。
「分離。」她輕聲命令。
沒有鮮血，沒有痛苦，只有一道強烈卻溫和的聖光從她大腿根部閃現。她的雙腿自膝蓋上方應聲脫離，過程超乎自然，彷彿它們本就是兩件獨立的聖物。脫離的截面光滑如鏡，閃耀著複雜的金色光紋。
左腿的截面，光紋凝聚，化為一柄古樸而威嚴的劍柄，上面刻滿了希伯來文的禱詞。結衣穩穩握住它，頃刻間，光芒延伸、塑形——她的左腿化作一柄修長的聖劍「天譴之光」，劍身流光熠熠，散發著令邪惡戰慄的純淨氣息。
右腿的截面，則浮現出一個鑲嵌著寶石、象徵十字架的杖頭。她握住曾經是腳踝的位置，光芒匯聚——右腿化為一柄散發著柔和輝光的聖杖「慈悲之撫」，頂端的寶石如同跳動的心臟，蘊含著生生不息的力量。
與此同時，更加不可思議的奇景發生。結衣的背後，一對由純粹光輝構成的潔白羽翼舒展開來，輕輕扇動，灑落點點光塵。她的頭頂，一個璀璨的光環悄然浮現，將她精緻的臉龐映照得如同天使降臨。
失去雙腿的她並未倒下，羽翼輕拍，讓她穩穩懸浮於離地一尺的空中。手持聖劍與聖杖，羽翼光環加身——此刻的她，正是教會所傳頌的，行走於人間的奇蹟，「手持雙腿的聖女」。
瘴魔撲到眼前，那充滿惡意的黑暗觸鬚幾乎要觸碰到她的袍角。
結衣動了。羽翼一振，她的身影如光般迅捷，輕鬆避開攻擊。她揮動聖劍「天譴之光」，劍鋒劃過空氣，留下一道璀璨的光軌。
「淨化！」
劍刃斬入黑暗之中，沒有實體碰撞的感覺，卻發出了如同燒紅的鐵塊浸入冰水般的劇烈嘶響。瘴魔發出痛苦的哀嚎，被劍刃觸及的部分如同遇陽春之雪般消融、蒸發。
緊接著，結衣揮動聖杖「慈悲之撫」。杖頂寶石光芒大盛，溫和的聖光如水波般盪漾開來，籠罩了被瘴魔氣息污染的地面。原本枯萎龜裂的混凝土地面，竟彷彿被滋潤般，那令人不適的腐敗氣息迅速消退，連牆角幾株原本發黃的小草，也微微挺立了起來，重新煥發出微弱的生機。
戰鬥幾乎在瞬間結束。黑暗被徹底驅散，小巷恢復了寧靜，只剩下聖光殘留的溫暖與潔淨。
結衣懸浮在空中，輕輕喘息。每一次使用這份力量，對她而言都是一次奉獻與消耗。她眼中的光芒稍黯，額頭沁出細小的汗珠。
她低頭看向手中的聖劍與聖杖，眼神複雜。有對上帝恩賜的感激，有完成使命的欣慰，但也有一絲深藏眼底、難以言喻的…疏離感。這兩件強大的聖物，曾是她的雙腿，是她身體的一部分。這種轉化，既是奇蹟，也是一種常人無法理解的犧牲。
「感謝主，賜我力量，守護您的羔羊。」她再次輕聲祈禱，彷彿在堅定自己的信念。
光芒漸褪。聖劍與聖杖重新化為雙腿，輕柔地與她的身體接合，恢復如初，甚至看不出任何痕跡。背後的羽翼與頭頂的光環也隨之隱去。她輕輕落回地面，腳踏實地。
就在她準備離開之際，一陣輕微的啜泣聲吸引了她的注意。巷子更深處，一個垃圾桶後面，一個小女孩正蜷縮著瑟瑟發抖，顯然是剛才的異象嚇到了她。
結衣的心瞬間軟化。她走上前，蹲下身，臉上帶著無比溫柔的笑意，之前的威嚴與聖潔盡數化為春風般的暖意。
「沒事了哦，可怕的東西已經被趕跑了。」她的聲音輕柔得能滴出水來，「來，讓姐姐看看你有沒有受傷？」
她伸出手，指尖泛起極其微弱的治癒之光，輕撫女孩擦傷的膝蓋。傷口迅速癒合。
女孩抬起淚眼婆娑的臉，看著結衣溫寒風呼嘯著穿過東京深夜的巷弄，捲起地上的碎紙與塵埃。空氣中瀰漫著混合鐵鏽與腐敗的甜膩氣味，令人作嘔。在繁華都市中的陰影裡，一種非人的扭曲存在正潛伏著。
神無月結衣靜立於巷口，一身潔白的修道服在昏暗的環境中彷彿散發著微光。這身服飾已被教會司祭們以聖油與禱詞祝聖，每一根纖維都浸潤著信仰的力量。她深吸一口氣，污濁的空氣無法玷污她眼中的清澈與堅定。她握緊胸前的十字架，低聲禱告，聲音輕柔卻帶著毫無動搖的力量。
「主啊，請以我為器皿，賜我斬斷邪惡之刃；請以我為通道，賜我治癒傷痛之光。哈利路亞！」
禱告完畢，她睜開雙眼，目光如炬，鎖定了巷底一團正在蠕動膨脹的黑暗。那是由無數人類負面情緒與徘徊靈體匯聚而成的瘴魔，它所經之處，生命凋零，心靈腐化。
「以父之名，止步。」結衣的平靜的聲音帶著源自上蒼的威嚴。
那團黑暗發出一陣刺耳的嘶鳴，化成猙獰的形貌，兇猛地向她撲來！
結衣並未退後。她的神情莊嚴而聖潔，帶著一絲悲憫。她輕聲道：「為了守護，不得不戰。以馬內利！」
她彎下腰，雙手並非伸向武器，而是溫柔虔誠地，觸碰了自己的雙腿。長袍之下，她的肌膚表面開始浮現出複雜而輝煌的金色聖痕，這些紋路由無數微小的祈禱文構成，從大腿根部一路閃耀至腳踝。
「分離，為至高之旨意。」她吟誦道，聲音同時包含著少女的清澈與某種超越人類的共鳴。平時支持她前行的雙腿，即將轉化為支持她行聖道的神蹟。
沒有鮮血，卻有一種靈魂深處的撕裂感沿著大腿爆開。強烈的聖光從她大腿根部閃現，壓制了那股幾乎要令她顫抖的痛楚，如同天使的號角無聲吹響，將她的呻吟吞沒。雙腿自膝蓋上方應聲脫離，過程超乎自然，卻並非毫無抗拒——那一刻，她清晰感覺到自己的血肉在與某種「並非屬於人」的力量對峙，直到被聖光強行淨化。脫離的截面光滑如鏡，並非血肉，而是流淌著熔金般的光芒，其中可見無數細密的神聖符文如鎖鏈般旋轉、重組，彷彿要把她的靈魂重新刻寫。
左腿懸空飄浮，光紋高速凝聚。截斷的大腿傳來一瞬間宛如灼燒般的痛楚，結衣不由自主地咬緊牙關。那不是血肉的疼痛，而是一種靈魂被硬生生剝離的抗拒。光芒壓制了痛楚，在斷面急速重塑出威嚴的十字形劍柄；腿骨與肌腱似乎在尖叫般扭曲，隨即被聖力重塑為神聖的紋理。當左腿伸直，腳尖凝聚聖力時，那份矛盾的撕裂感才逐漸化為純粹的力量，最終成為修長的聖劍（The Sacred Sword）「天譴之光」。劍格璀璨晶透，由結衣左腿形成的劍身上流淌著如活水般的希伯來文禱詞，腿部曲線象徵的劍刃則銳利得彷彿能切開現實與虛幻的邊界，散發著令一切邪惡戰慄的純淨氣息。結衣穩穩握住那由她自身肢體所化的劍柄，人與劍共鳴著同一種神聖頻率。
幾乎同時，她的右腿也被光芒吞沒。那是一股既慈悲又殘酷的力量，先以烈焰般的灼燒逼迫她靈魂呻吟，隨即以洪流般的神聖秩序將其重塑。光芒收斂、塑形，在大腿根部凝結出光耀奪目的權杖頭；她能感覺到骨骼在不屬於人類的角度扭轉，腳掌被聖力固定於小腿的垂直角度，腳踝成為天然的握柄。當一切定型，痛楚才化為平靜，右腿終於成為一柄優雅的聖杖（The Holy Crosier）「慈悲之撫」。杖身潔白如玉，頂端是一個巨大的鑲嵌著聖鑽的十字架，寶石如同跳動的心臟，蘊含著生生不息的治癒之力，柔和卻堅定的輝光如同母親的懷抱，能驅散一切恐懼與創傷。
與此同時，更加不可思議的奇景發生。結衣的背後，衣衫之下突然竄起炙熱的灼痛，彷彿有無形的刻刀在她脊椎深處刻下聖紋。光之脈絡猛然勃發，她忍不住低聲吸氣，那感覺像靈魂被硬生生撕開，為某種更高位的形體讓路。隨著一聲無聲的轟鳴，一對由純粹光輝與神聖幾何構成的巨大羽翼轟然展開，每一次舒張都牽動她的神經，如同燒灼般鮮明。羽毛宛若凝結的光焰，扇動間灑落能排斥黑暗的光塵，卻也令她的胸腔隱隱顫抖。她的頭頂浮現出一枚由能量凝成的光環，閃爍著壓迫靈魂的威嚴，將她精緻的臉龐映照得如同天使降臨——但結衣自己卻感覺，那威嚴與慈愛之下，潛藏著一種令人不安的異質力量。
失去雙腿的她並未倒下，羽翼輕拍，讓她穩穩懸浮於空中。雙手握持由自身肢體所化的聖劍與聖杖，羽翼光環加身——此刻的她，正是教會所秘密傳頌的，行走於人間的活聖蹟，「手持雙腿的聖女」。
瘴魔撲到眼前。黑霧翻湧，不僅是觸鬚般的陰影，更隱約浮現無數人臉般的扭曲輪廓：有人在痛哭、有人憤恨尖叫、有人低聲呢喃著詛咒與祈求。那混雜的聲音如同亡靈合唱，帶著人性的執念與墮落，幾乎要觸碰到她聖潔的袍角。
結衣動了。羽翼一振，她的身影如光般迅捷，在空中劃出優雅的弧線，輕鬆避開攻擊。她雙手交錯，聖劍揮出。
劍刃斬入黑暗之中，沒有實體碰撞的感覺，卻發出了如同燒紅的鐵塊浸入冰水般的劇烈嘶響。瘴魔發出痛苦的哀嚎，被劍刃觸及的部分如同遇陽春之雪般消融、蒸發，其中混雜的怨靈被聖光強制解縛，化作點點螢火般的光點消散於空中。接下來的刺擊，腳尖形成的劍鋒刺入魔核，釋放出的聖力從根源消滅了瘴魔。
緊接著，結衣手握右腳腳踝，揮動聖杖「慈悲之撫」。她按住踝關節，杖頂聖鑽光芒大盛，溫和的聖光如水波般盪漾開來，籠罩了被瘴魔氣息污染的地面與空氣。原本枯萎龜裂的土地，竟彷彿被聖水洗禮般復原；令人不適的腐敗氣息迅速消退，連牆角幾株原本發黃的小草，也微微挺立了起來，重新煥發出微弱的生機。空氣中的邪惡氣息被徹底驅散，取而代之的是一種雨後清新的安寧。
戰鬥幾乎在瞬間結束。黑暗被徹底驅散，小巷恢復了寧靜，只剩下聖光殘留的溫暖與潔淨。
結衣懸浮在空中，輕輕喘息。每一次使用這份力量，對她而言都是一次由信仰心形成的奉獻，也是靈魂的巨大消耗。她眼中的光芒稍黯，額頭沁出細小的汗珠。她還能感覺到，轉化肢體時，體內似乎有兩股截然不同的力量，產生瞬間的激烈摩擦，就像兩頭困於同一牢籠的野獸在互相咆哮，這遠比單純的精神疲憊更令人痛苦。
她低頭看向手中的聖劍與聖杖，眼神複雜。有對上帝恩賜的感激，有完成使命的欣慰，但也有一絲深藏眼底、難以言喻的…疏離與困惑。這兩件強大的聖物，頃刻前仍是她的雙腿，是她行走於世的憑藉。這種將自我肢體獻祭為武器的過程，既是無上榮耀的奇蹟，也是一種常人無法理解的怪異奉獻。
「感謝主，藉我這不配之軀，展現您的威能與慈愛。阿門。」她再次輕聲祈禱，聲音微顫，彷彿在努力安撫體內仍未完全平息的波瀾。
戰鬥結束後，結衣緩緩將聖劍與聖杖置於地面。她的手指微微顫抖，彷彿還留著靈魂被撕裂時的餘痛。光芒開始褪去，劍柄與杖頭漸漸化為純粹的光流，卻並非全然溫和，那光在回流時穿過她的身體，如數百條冰冷鎖鏈鑽入骨髓。神器再次變回結衣的雙腿，脫離身體獨自立於地面，雖屬於她，卻帶著陌生的威壓。
即使是自己的肢體，結衣也不敢怠慢神蹟的容器。她屏住呼吸，以恭謹和一絲歉意，緩緩飄浮至雙腿之上，對準、下降、接合。接觸瞬間，一股滲入靈魂的刺痛令她輕顫，但很快一切恢復如初。背後的羽翼與頭頂的光環也化作萬千光點，逐漸消散。當雙腿再次承受她的重量時，那並不是單純的安心，而是帶著難以言喻的疏離感。她稍稍低頭，看著再次屬於自己的雙腿，輕輕地踩出腳步，心底卻升起一種陌生又真實的沉重。
就在她準備離開之際，一陣輕微的啜泣聲吸引了她的注意。巷子更深處的垃圾桶後面，藏了一個小女孩，正蜷縮著瑟瑟發抖，顯然是剛才的異象嚇到了她。
結衣的心瞬間軟化。她走上前，蹲下身，臉上帶著無比溫柔的笑意，之前的威嚴與聖潔盡數化為春風般的溫暖。
「沒事了哦，可怕的東西已經被趕跑了。」她的聲音輕柔得能滴出水來，「來，讓姐姐看看你有沒有受傷？」
她伸出手，指尖泛起極其微弱的治癒之光，輕撫女孩擦傷的膝蓋。傷口迅速癒合。
女孩抬起淚眼婆娑的臉，看著結衣溫暖的笑容和身上彷彿還殘留的光輝，停止了哭泣，小聲問道：「姊姊…謝謝。你是天使嗎？」
結衣微微一怔，那瞬間，她體內似乎有某個冰冷的構造因這個稱呼而觸發了細微的反應，但她迅速將其壓下。結衣莞爾，輕輕摸了摸女孩的頭：「我只是…一個希望世界能變得更美好的人。你的家在哪裡？我送你回去。」
將女孩安全送到在附近焦急尋找的父母手中，面對他們的千恩萬謝，結衣只是謙卑地微笑搖頭，悄然離去。
走在返回教堂的路上，夜色已深。結衣抬頭望向被都市霓虹映照得有些朦朧的星空。
她想起幼年那場幾乎奪走她性命的大病，想起在彌留之際所見到的那片溫暖到讓人想流淚的聖光，以及模糊卻充滿愛意的聲音：「孩子，我將予你重任，予你力量…」
她也想起更早之前，一些破碎而不連貫的畫面：冰冷的石室、閃爍的蠟燭陣列、低沉的吟誦、還有數雙充滿非人期待的眼睛…她總是迅速將這些記憶歸類為高燒時的噩夢。
她下意識地摸了摸自己的雙腿。這份力量是祝福，也是重擔。它讓她遠離了普通女大學生的生活，卻也給了她守護他人的能力。
「我的存在，是為了散播光明。」她對自己輕聲說，彷彿在確認某種誓言，試圖說服某個潛藏的自我。
然而，在那份堅定的信仰之下，一絲微不可察的漣漪悄然蕩開——當她使用力量時，那瞬間與「非人」之感的接觸；當聖劍斬滅邪惡時，偶爾心底閃過的並非全然憎惡而是某種類似理解的異樣悲傷…
她搖了搖頭，將這絲疑慮歸咎於戰鬥後的疲憊與神經過敏。
「願主指引我的道路，堅固我的信心。」
白色的身影消失在教堂宏偉的陰影之中，彷彿融入了那片她發誓守護的光明與之對立的黑暗裡。此刻的她還不知道，這條信仰之路，遠比她所想像的更為曲折、更為黑暗，也更與她自身最深層的秘密緊密相連。她雙足踏過的地面，留下的不僅是腳印，更是兩個古老而強大力量綿延鬥爭的痕跡；而她，正是這場鬥爭最核心、最矛盾的焦點。
A biting wind howled through the narrow alleyways of late-night Tokyo, swirling up scattered scraps of paper and dust. The air was thick with a nauseatingly sweet stench of rust and decay. In the urban shadows, a twisted, non-human presence lurked.
Kagurazuki Yui stood still at the mouth of the alley. Her pure white nun's habit seemed to emit a soft glow in the dim light. She took a deep breath, but the foul air couldn't tarnish the clarity and resolve in her eyes. She clasped the crucifix at her chest, her voice soft yet filled with unshakable power as she prayed.
"O Lord, grant me the courage to vanquish evil; grant me the compassion to heal the wounded."
After her prayer, she opened her eyes. Her gaze, sharp as a flame, locked onto a pulsating, growing mass of darkness at the end of the alley. It was a low-level demon born from a culmination of human negative emotions. Wherever it passed, life withered and souls corrupted.
"In the name of the Father, cease," Yui's voice was filled with undeniable authority.
The mass of darkness let out a piercing shriek and lunged at her.
Yui did not retreat. Her expression was solemn and sacred, tinged with a hint of sorrow. "To protect, I must fight," she said softly.
She bent down, not reaching for a weapon, but gently, almost reverently, touching her own legs. Beneath her skin, there were no bones, but flowing, incandescent divine patterns.
"Separate," she commanded softly.
There was no blood, no pain, only an intense yet gentle holy light that flashed from the top of her thighs. Her legs detached just above the knees, the process so unnatural it was as if they were two separate sacred artifacts all along. The severed surfaces were as smooth as mirrors, gleaming with intricate golden patterns.
On the surface of her left leg, the patterns coalesced, forming an ancient and majestic sword hilt engraved with Hebrew prayers. Yui gripped it firmly. In an instant, a brilliant light extended and took shape—her left leg became a slender holy sword, the "Blade of Retribution". The blade flowed with light, radiating a pure aura that made evil tremble.
On the surface of her right leg, a jewel-encrusted staff head, symbolizing a cross, emerged. She held what was once her ankle, and light converged—her right leg transformed into a holy staff, the "Embrace of Mercy", glowing with a gentle radiance. The jewel at its tip pulsed like a beating heart, containing an endless wellspring of life.
At the same time, an even more incredible sight occurred. From Yui's back, a pair of pure white wings made of pure light unfolded. With a gentle flutter, they scattered specks of light dust. A brilliant halo quietly appeared above her head, illuminating her delicate face as if an angel had descended.
Even without her legs, she didn't fall. A gentle beat of her wings allowed her to hover steadily a foot above the ground. Holy sword and staff in hand, wings and halo in place—at this moment, she was the very miracle sung of by the Church, a living saint known as the "Saint with Detachable Legs".
The demon closed in, its malicious dark tentacles nearly touching the hem of her robe.
Yui moved. With a flutter of her wings, her figure was as swift as light, effortlessly dodging the attack. She swung the holy sword, the "Blade of Retribution", its edge leaving a brilliant light trail in the air.
"Purify!"
The blade sliced into the darkness. There was no sensation of physical contact, but a violent hissing sound, like a red-hot iron block plunged into icy water. The demon let out a painful wail as the parts touched by the blade melted and evaporated like snow in the spring sun.
Next, Yui swung the holy staff, the "Embrace of Mercy". The jewel on the staff's tip burst with light. A gentle holy radiance spread out like ripples, enveloping the ground corrupted by the demon's aura. The withered and cracked concrete ground seemed to be nourished, and the nauseating stench quickly receded. Even a few yellowish blades of grass in the corner of the wall straightened slightly, regaining a faint spark of life.
The battle ended in an instant. The darkness was completely dispelled, and the alley returned to a state of peace, with only the residual warmth and purity of the holy light remaining.
Yui hovered in the air, breathing softly. Each time she used this power, it was an act of offering and exhaustion for her. The light in her eyes dimmed slightly, and small beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She looked down at the holy sword and staff in her hands, her expression complex. There was gratitude for God's grace and relief from completing her mission, but also a subtle, ineffable sense of... detachment hidden deep within her eyes. These two powerful holy artifacts were once her legs, a part of her body. This transformation was both a miracle and a sacrifice that an ordinary person could not understand.
"Thank you, Lord, for granting me the strength to protect your lambs," she prayed softly again, as if reaffirming her faith.
The light gradually faded. The holy sword and staff reverted back to her legs, softly reattaching to her body, restoring them to their original state without a trace. The wings and halo also vanished. She gently landed back on the ground, her feet once again touching the earth.
Just as she was about to leave, a faint sound of sobbing caught her attention. Deeper in the alley, behind a trash can, a little girl was huddled and trembling, clearly frightened by the earlier spectacle.
Yui's heart instantly softened. She walked over, knelt down, her face filled with an incomparably gentle smile. Her previous authority and sanctity all melted into a gentle warmth.
"It's okay now, the scary thing is gone," her voice was soft enough to be described as liquid. "Come, let big sister see if you're hurt."
She extended her hand, and an extremely faint healing light shimmered at her fingertips as she gently touched the girl's scraped knee. The wound healed rapidly.
The girl lifted her tear-filled face, looking at Yui's warm smile and the light that seemed to still linger around her. She stopped crying and asked in a small voice, "...Are you an angel?"
Yui was momentarily stunned, then she smiled and gently patted the girl's head. "I'm just... someone who hopes the world can be a better place. Where do you live? I'll walk you home."
After safely returning the girl to her worried parents who were frantically searching for her, Yui humbly smiled and shook her head at their profuse thanks before quietly slipping away.
Walking back to the church, the night had grown deep. Yui looked up at the star-filled sky, slightly blurred by the city's neon lights.
She recalled the severe illness in her childhood that almost took her life, and the warm, tear-inducing holy light she saw in her final moments, and the hazy but loving voice: "My child, I will give you a great responsibility, and I will give you power..."
She subconsciously touched her legs. This power was both a blessing and a burden. It had taken her away from the life of a normal college student, yet it had also given her the ability to protect others.
"My existence is for the purpose of spreading light," she said to herself softly, as if confirming a vow.
However, beneath her unwavering faith, a subtle ripple quietly spread—the momentary contact with a "non-human" feeling when she used her power; the strange feeling that occasionally flashed in her heart when facing evil, which wasn't entirely loathing...
She shook her head, attributing this trace of doubt to post-battle fatigue.
"May the Lord guide my path."
The white figure disappeared into the grand shadow of the church, as if merging with the light she had vowed to protect and the darkness she had vowed to oppose. She did not yet know that this path of faith was far more winding and dark than she could ever have imagined, and it was inextricably linked.
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