"You!"
Katou Danzo stared at Caster Limbo in disbelief.
Something like that...
Had actually happened?
"Hahaha—right, right, this humble monk did repair your outer shell and limbs in the end! You really ought to thank me properly for that!"
"What a disgusting voice."
Sakumura Anno snorted coldly.
"The kind of voice that makes you want to cut off his head after hearing even a single sentence."
Frowning, he stared at the Heroic Spirit Swordmaster Caster Limbo within the black mist.
There seemed to be...
Something wrong about this man's aura.
"He's the sort of person who hurts others with words, who tramples others with words. Ugh—he's absolutely revolting."
Musashi dry-heaved slightly and waved a hand in disgust.
"I'm also the kind of person who'll use any means necessary to win, but—there are three things I would never do."
"First, one-sided slaughter. In other words, killing those who are unarmed."
"Second, trampling on others' pride and convictions for my own amusement."
"Third, taking away someone else's food when they're hungry!"
"And yet you dared to violate two of those right in front of me—what nerve!"
"You damn pervert, you must be some physically grotesque freak with a face that makes people sick! Get out of that fog already!!!"
Musashi drew Myojin-giri Muramasa and roared furiously at Caster Limbo, while shielding Danzo behind her.
Rustle—
Perhaps provoked by Musashi's challenge, Caster Limbo truly stepped out from the black mist.
"Then, as you wish."
Emerging from the haze was a tall man with even somewhat handsome features, though the expression on his face was, unsurprisingly, disgusting.
"Lord Shinmen Musashi, this should be—our second meeting, should it not?"
Though Musashi was the one speaking with him now—
Sakumura raised his eyes.
That aura.
He was certain now.
"You're the one I'm going to kill."