"The blade you wanted."
With a casual toss, Warrior Princess threw Mountain of Burial into Amamiya Haruki's hands. She spoke expressionlessly, as if she had not just shaken an entire mountain, but merely pulled up a weed, utterly calm.
"Shota, wasn't your big sister amazing just now?" She walked up to Hoshimi Shota and pinched his cheek. A teasing smile appeared on her usually impassive face.
Hoshimi Shota's cheeks reddened, and he backed up two steps. "I-It was just okay."
"Is that so? Then when we go back tonight, big sister will show you something even more impressive..."
"D-Demon Woman! Watch your tongue!"
While Hoshimi Shota was being mercilessly teased, Amamiya Haruki took the blade and lowered his head to inspect it carefully for a moment, then nodded slightly.
He set down the wooden box on his back and opened it. Inside the spacious box, four Magatsu Blades were arranged neatly, each radiating a different gleam.
Amamiya Haruki was about to place Mountain of Burial inside as well when the mountain beneath their feet suddenly began shaking again!
Everyone present turned to look at Warrior Princess.
Warrior Princess raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me? It wasn't me this time."
"Not you?" Koyuan Yoshiki asked in confusion. "Then who else could it be?"
Rumble...
A low hum rose from beneath the mountain. The cracks that had already spread across its surface began to widen frantically, while huge amounts of rubble rolled down from the summit and dust billowed everywhere.
A strange, pitch-black pillar of light suddenly erupted from the shattered crater, piercing through the thick clouds and shooting straight into the heavens!
A cold, ancient aura surged down from the mountaintop. Deep roars echoed within the mountain, and a terrifying presence that made their hearts tremble abruptly descended.