「Shinkirō no Yaiba.」
The words left Mura's mouth like the toll of a death knell, quiet yet resounding in the air of the crumbling cavern.
A blur.
A phantom slash surged forth.
The Demon's four eyes narrowed, two on the face, two hidden just beneath the ridged crown of his skull. A horizontal strike? No. A trick. His instincts screamed it, and he responded with brutal precision. His black blade spun up to intercept the attack coming from his left, clanging steel against steel—
But nothing was there.
In that fraction of a heartbeat, in that false moment of defense, his body pivoted into an opening.
A shadow fell behind him.
Too late.
A clean SHHHTK! echoed as a sharp line of crimson bloomed across the Demon's exposed flank.
"—Tch."
