It Might Hurt Me

"Clang—clang—clang—clang—clang—"

The unending collisions of weapons were like sparks constantly bursting through the night, their clashing sounds composing a strange yet mysterious melody that was unexpectedly pleasant to the ear.

But when every collision could split open the earth and topple buildings with its Shockwaves, it became a nightmare—a disaster.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Amid the sounds of air being torn apart, two figures streaked through streets and alleys like flashes of light, skimming past buildings as they pursued one another.

A black blade and a white blade swept past each other, raising a storm of sword light. They collided at astonishing speed while attacking the opponent from every angle, direction, and arc, surging cursed energy flowing over them as they unleashed terrifying power.

"Rumble..."

As the fierce battle continued, buildings and streets caught in the sword light and Shockwaves seemed to suffer inhuman devastation, continuously crumbling and collapsing.

The dust they kicked up was like a storm, and the sweeping longswords like gleaming ribbons. At first glance, this battle was so unbelievable that it seemed less like two humans fighting than two gods colliding.

It was a sight that would never appear in modern society.

It was a scene that belonged in epic myths.

If there had still been humans in this city, the emergence of such a battle would surely have caused countless tragedies and horrific casualties.

Fortunately, Tokyo Metropolis had already become a demonic realm. This battle would only take place within this Unnatural Realm, at the right time and in the right place.

"Bang!"

At one moment, the two figures transformed into streaks of light crashed into a building at the same time, smashing through its walls and windows as they burst inside.

Riezel stopped in what appeared to be an office floor. With a stomp, he shattered