Slaying the Fallen Angel Cadre, Reforging the Dragon Blade!

Bang!

Bang!

The violent impacts echoed wildly ten thousand meters above the ground.

Kokabiel was like a fly trapped in a glass bottle.

He hurled his body, his fists, his head,

slamming them viciously against the invisible barrier before him.

But

the layered Space Barriers, strengthened two hundredfold by law,

were as hard

as the oldest immortal-metal barrier in the universe.

No matter how frantically he struck them, he failed to raise even the faintest ripple.

"Aaaah! Let me out!"

"I'm a Fallen Angel cadre! Azazel won't let you get away with this!"

Kokabiel howled wildly.

From the force of his repeated impacts,

blood poured from his forehead.

It

blurred his vision and streamed down his cheeks.

His head was split open and bleeding,

but he paid it no mind. All that remained in his eyes was a desperate will to survive.

"Where do you think you're going?"

A cold voice, utterly devoid of warmth,

sounded without warning directly in front of Kokabiel.

It was quiet,

yet Kokabiel froze in midair.

Whoosh!

Space rippled faintly.

Tobirama Uchiha appeared before Kokabiel without warning, clad in red armor, his silver hair whipping in the cold wind.

He appeared as suddenly as a ghost.

Barely half a meter separated them.

"You... you monster..."

Kokabiel's eyes widened, and his body shook violently.

He tried to retreat,

but Tobirama had already raised his right hand.

A long, warm index finger,

bearing irresistible power, came to rest lightly against the center of Kokabiel's bleeding forehead.

"All Things Erasure."

Tobirama spoke the words without emotion.

Whoosh!

There was no grand spectacle.

A dark-gold Light of Destruction flashed across Tobirama's fingertip.

"No... no!"

Kokabiel let out a shrill scream of terror.

As the supreme Erasure Law swept over him,

his body began to vanish in an instant.