Clang!
The long blade swept cleanly through the black liquid substance, scattering it in all directions. The figure wrapped inside staggered forward several steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
The figure was slightly plump, with pineapple-shaped hair. He wore motorcycle gear and studded shoes, and a small metal pair of scissors hung from his right ear. He still looked exactly as he had when they first met.
Little Fatty tried to get up, only to vomit a large mouthful of black blood onto the ground. He had barely risen before he slumped back down, his gaze turning toward the only other figure present.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Little Fatty covered his mouth with one hand. As he coughed violently, blood sprayed through the gaps between his fingers. He gasped for breath and looked toward Su Xiao.
"I had a very, very long dream. In that dream, my only friend looked a lot like you."
At that, the Black Demon Little Fatty smiled. His teeth were stained black by blood as he continued, "My only friend was Byakuya. What should I call you?"
"..."
Su Xiao said nothing. Holding his blade, he stepped toward the Black Demon Little Fatty.
"Mm, you really are exactly like the friend in my dream. Even if you had something to say, you'd only say it to an enemy's corpse. It truly was a very, very long dream."
Sitting on the ground, the Black Demon Little Fatty looked up at the sky. Large, bubble-like masses of black substance bulged from his body, showing that he was mutating toward a state of frenzied Abyssal transformation. Long ago, the Black Demon had already been doomed to die. It had never been able to completely kill Little Fatty, and it had never imagined that, despite coming from