Gigue's Trump Card

No wonder Tsukishiki felt so little attachment to the clan she had lived among for thousands of years. The Otsutsuki Clan was nothing like a human clan as most people understood it. Apart from the few Otsutsuki at the top, everyone else existed to nourish them.

Tsukishiki had long since realized what Hishiki intended. Now that Sorashiki had laid it bare, she lowered her head in silence, her face lost in shadow.

But both Gigue and Sorashiki sensed a fierce aura surging from her.

When Tsukishiki raised her head, that aura erupted along with the anger she had bottled up for so long. Even in his second form, Sorashiki failed to track her movements. She appeared before him and drove a fist straight through his body, leaving a gaping hole in his abdomen.

Even after taking such a devastating blow, Sorashiki remained conscious. The golden vertical eye on his forehead widened, and golden energy enveloped him like a piece of amber.

Tsukishiki's next attack struck it without raising so much as a ripple. An inexplicable force hurled her backward instead.

The recoil was even stronger than her own blow. For a moment, she could not steady herself. Gigue raised a hand, and Dark Gravity poured from his palm, pulling her back to his side.

The two of them were firmly on the same side now. Without a word, Gigue and Tsukishiki watched Sorashiki inside the golden energy. In that short time, the terrible hole in his abdomen had healed completely. He watched them in turn, mockery plain in his eyes.

His power to alter reality was tantamount to controlling the rules themselves. As long as a single strike did not kill him outright, he could reverse his own death again and again.

Fully healed, Sorashiki stared at Gigue and Tsukishiki.