If Steve Guts's attack had been driven by rage,
then Basque Gran's three cannon shots served to open the battle.
From the ease with which Steve Guts had been sent flying,
Yami Tsukahara had already concluded that he was the only one present capable of facing Fafhena head-on.
Thus, he stepped forward without hesitation, drawing his sword and charging ahead to clash with the purple light that had violently torn through the smoke.
Under the reinforcement of Armament Haki, the straight blade of this longsword named "Yoru" was as black and lightless as the night itself.
Yet it was not a Teigu and possessed no special effects. It had merely accompanied generation after generation of Yami Clan heads, enduring countless battles alongside them.
Within the Yami Clan, seniority did not determine the clan head. Swordsmanship did.
As long as one reached the age of thirty and successfully challenged the current clan head,
one could become the new head, lead their family into the Night Estate, receive the finest treatment,
and inherit the "Night Sword," said to be "never worn down," "never damaged," and "absolutely reliable."
No one knew whether those claims were true, but over the past several centuries, it had indeed never been damaged.
It was a textbook case of the man dying while the blade remained.
[Clang!]
At that moment, the Night Sword continued fighting in another world from Yami Tsukahara's hand.
Its opponent was a sharp, elongated fingernail wrapped in Demon Power and gleaming with purple light.
"This kind of power... You're actually human?"
Fafhena looked at the expressionless man mere inches away in utter surprise.
She could not sense any strange or chaotic aura from Yami Tsukahara.
"Of course I am human. Though for a monster like you to possess such strength, I must admit it