Died of Anger (Literally)

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At this request, everyone present was taken aback.

Those who could still remain on this battlefield were all Ghost Rank powerhouses. Naturally, they could tell at a glance that Kuko Yoa's body had truly reached the end of its rope, sustained solely by the power of her soul—regardless of the Young Lady's personality, her willpower was no weaker than that of any other powerhouse.

And now she was actively seeking death—

"Why?"

Takashi did not act. In truth, he was puzzled. No, he had actually already vaguely guessed the reason.

"Of course, it's because..."

Fragments constantly fell from Kuko Yoa's body. Already like a weathered statue, she revealed her trademark, defiant smile.

"That way, you'll remember me forever!"

Takashi was unquestionably a good person.

And if a good person killed his friend with his own hands, he would surely remember it for the rest of his life.

This was the trace the Young Lady Kuko had left behind in this world.

Just as I thought.

The thought flashed through Takashi's mind.

A Young Lady was still a Young Lady. Even on the verge of death, she was like this... in a sense, was this "seeing one's true nature"?

Or perhaps she was simply unrepentant to the bitter end.

"I—"

Before Takashi could answer, a figure stepped forward.

"The matter of Yamata no Orochi is about to come to an end."

The great Onmyoji, clad in wide robes and flowing sleeves, with a tall hat and folding fan, remained as gentle and refined as ever.

"Young Lady Kuko, I can save you."

"No need!!!"

Upon hearing Abe no Seimei's words, Kuko Yoa shouted emotionally. Fragments cascaded from her entire body, making Takashi's perception blur as though she would collapse into debris all over the ground the next second.

"Everyone else