Fuuma Kotarou's Noble Phantasm was not particularly destructive, but—his goal had never been to kill Mochizuki Chiyome from the very beginning.
The only one capable of killing Mochizuki Chiyome was Miyamoto Musashi, with Myojin-giri Muramasa in hand. Mr. Sakumura's blade might also be able to inflict enough damage on a Heroic Spirit Swordmaster, but—
Whether it could sever her head was another matter.
As long as he could buy Miyamoto Musashi enough time to cut down the burning fragment of a god, that would be enough!
And Musashi—
Was about to do it!
"This time—I'll cut off your head!"
Miyamoto Musashi shouted, and Myojin-giri Muramasa swept with perfect precision across the great serpent's head.
If I could kill you once—then even if you are wreathed in flames, I can kill you a second time!
Musashi would never lose to an opponent she had already defeated.
Clang—
Riiip—
The great serpent let out a miserable cry. Its enormous head spun through the air and crashed into the mountain of corpses and sea of blood within the Reality Marble, gradually turning to nothing amid the flames.
"Is this the curse that has been plaguing you all this time—Mochizuki Chiyome?"
"That's all it was!"
Miyamoto Musashi looked up at Mochizuki Chiyome, who stood atop a phantom image while being besieged by the Chaos Brigade.
"What the hell do you know!?"
Mochizuki Chiyome roared furiously.
"My curse, everything I am, my Karma—you don't understand any of it, so what gives you the right—to say something like that!!!"
Boom—
Her wakizashi slashed fiercely toward Musashi. The curse formed the phantom of a roaring serpent that lunged to devour her.
"Precisely because I know nothing—that's why I can say it!"
Musashi roared back. The long sword in her hand did not pause in the slightest, shattering