The massive cloud bank slowly moved forward.
"This really is troublesome."
Watching the typhoon before her, Red Ponytail, floating in the air, raised an eyebrow. The typhoon resembled a gigantic wind elemental monster, mercilessly devouring everything in its path. At this rate, Ryuuguu Komachi definitely would not make it to the concert in time.
So she had no choice but to handle it herself.
"Come forth, Fire's Delight, Frostmourne!"
Red Ponytail held out her hands. Amid an eruption of flame and frost, two greatswords swiftly appeared in her grasp. Frostmourne's blade trembled incessantly, carrying a hint of displeasure.
"Next world. I'll let you eat your fill in the next world."
Sensing Frostmourne's dissatisfaction, Red Ponytail had no choice but to soothe her. Frostmourne was not the embodiment of evil, but her craving for souls would never cease. Put simply, Frostmourne liked souls much like women liked going to the spa—they needed to go once or twice every few days to feel comfortable. But if they went without for a year, they would be unhappy.
After all, there was not much fighting to be done in this world, and Frostmourne had no chance to show her worth. Now that she had been summoned, all she had to face was a meaningless typhoon, so naturally she was deeply dissatisfied.
Still, all she could do was protest.
Red Ponytail tightened her grip on the two greatswords. Flame and frost soon erupted and intertwined, transforming into a new storm. Then she raised both blades and slashed forward.
"-------!"
Fire and ice flashed together, as though an invisible hand had forcibly torn apart the typhoon's flimsy defenses. At the same time, the typhoon began to twist and roar. Like a girl desperately struggling against unwanted advances, it fought with all its might, only to be