Who wanted Matsushima Sunshine to fall fairly into Mirai's hands?
But Ban Feng did not care. Mirai was going to die soon anyway. When that time came, Matsushima Sunshine would naturally be his.
Moreover, he had thought of an even better plan. If he found an opportunity to let Mirai and Matsushima be happy, would it not be easier for someone to assassinate him?
At this very moment, Mirai's relaxed words lingered in everyone's ears.
"Do you remember what I said?"
Those words shocked everyone present, including Matsushima Sunshine.
Mirai chuckled as he looked into Matsushima's eyes and said gently yet firmly, "I said that if you called me a demon, I would really kill you."
Mirai's words landed lightly in Matsushima Haru's ears. She recalled how, when Akagi Hōten had arrived, she had called Mirai a demon—then, after a single punch, her delicate body had collapsed weakly to the ground. Unable to believe it, she said:
"Is that your reason... You want to kill me because of that?"
Even Rock Lee and the others nearby found that reason somewhat strange.
On the other hand, Mirai nodded matter-of-factly. Then he raised a finger. A light flickered upon it as divine spiritual power continued to gather at his fingertip.
Matsushima Ito was certain that Mirai truly intended to kill him, but he had no room to retreat. His face suddenly twisted viciously. Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, he rose and charged at Mirai with a swinging punch, shouting, "Demon, even if I die, I will still..."
Pfft...
Matsushima's voice abruptly cut off like a stream being severed. Halfway through his charge, his body suddenly stiffened. Then, as if his legs had lost all strength, he simply fell forward from inertia.
Matsushima Kaede's body lay in a pool of blood,