Ten-Rō floated high above them, his eyes filled with arrogance.
Divine Tree Pillar and Divine Tree Ban had both been created by his own hand. He could sense their strength and whereabouts whenever he wished.
Killing them was no more than a thought.
"One last chance," Ten-Rō said, his voice descending from the sky.
"If you two submit now, I can let you live."
He had said the same thing five minutes ago. Back then, Divine Tree Pillar and Divine Tree Ban had still tried to resist—but now? One lay heavily wounded on the ground, while the other could not harm Ten-Rō in the slightest even after using his strongest Dojutsu!
They both knew this truly was their last chance.
Divine Tree Pillar's injuries were horrifying. Cracks spread from his chest all the way to his cheeks, and a gash ran from his chin to his forehead, deep enough to reveal bone.
Yet he smiled.
"Ten-Rō," Divine Tree Pillar said calmly, "even if we die, we will never submit to you again."
There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a sense of relief. It was as though he had long known this would be the outcome, yet he had no regrets.
Divine Tree Ban stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Divine Tree Pillar.
He raised his head to look at Ten-Rō. His strength was indeed inferior to the other's, but his eyes were filled with pride. "Now that's what a real man should be like."
"Why?"
Ten-Rō frowned slightly. He truly did not understand.
They could obviously live, so why were they seeking death?
In his view, Divine Tree People had been created, and staying alive was their greatest meaning. He had never imagined that these two would rather die by his hand than lower