The air inside the Infinity Castle trembled.
Sahiru stood tall, eyes burning with fury.
The image of Suzune… the weight of hundreds of lives lost… the mockery of demons… all burned in his mind.
He pointed his sword at Muzan.
"You… are nothing but a coward hiding behind monsters and shadows.
You have no throne. You have no soul."
Muzan's eyes narrowed. He launched forward, his strikes faster than lightning—but Sahiru met him, strike for strike. The stone beneath their feet shattered, the very walls of the castle bending under the pressure.
And then—
It happened.
Sahiru's blade flared—an eruption of power surged through him.
"Tenth Form: Berserk Wrath!"
A whirlwind of white and violet slashes exploded around him. Muzan was thrown back—blood trailing from his arms. His body healed quickly, but—
He was stunned.
This boy—this human—was pushing him back.
"How…?" Muzan muttered.
He roared, "Nakime! Play it!"
The Biwa was struck. The room twisted violently.
Sahiru blinked—
—and in a flash of space-folding chaos, he was expelled from the Infinity Castle, hurled into the night sky above the countryside.
Inside, the castle steadied.
All the Uppermoons had arrived.
Daki. Gyutaro. Gyokko. Hantengu. Akaza. Dōma. Kokushibo.
They looked at Muzan.
"What happened?" Akaza asked.
Muzan's expression was hidden in shadow.
But his voice trembled.
"He came."
The air grew heavier. No one spoke.
"One day…" Muzan growled, his fist cracking the stone beneath him, "One day I'll kill him."
Outside, under the stars, Sahiru landed with control. Dirt beneath his feet. Wind brushing his torn cape.
Kenta and several slayers rushed to him.
"Where were you?" Kenta demanded. "What happened?!"
Sahiru looked forward, voice calm, nearly emotionless.
"I fought Muzan."
Kenta's eyes widened, stunned silent.
"You… what?"
"I stood before the King of Demons. And I made him bleed."
Sahiru turned, walking into the shadows of the trees.
"There's more to come."