"We have to believe in Katō."
Sakumura stood beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, his expression grim and cold.
"I think so too."
Musashi regained her serious expression and nodded.
"She wanted to protect this world. Even if that scoundrel had already planted sorcery within her body, that didn't change."
"Even after being damaged like that, she still held such resolve, still maintained such faith. If we don't believe in her, then that would be a betrayal instead, wouldn't it?"
She looked into the distance.
Danzō's remains still lay there. Fuuma Kotarou knelt beside them, his bangs concealing his eyes.
".We have to prove that Danzō's actions were not a futile struggle."
Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly clenched his teeth and tightened his fist.
"This won't end here. This... isn't over yet."
One-eyed Musashi rose to her feet, licking her lips as her expression turned ferocious.
"Ritsuka, get up. We'll avenge Danzō first, and then we'll save the world!"
She held out a hand to Fujimaru Ritsuka and said with a smile.
That was simply the kind of person Musashi was.
She repaid every grudge and every kindness.
"Yeah!"
Taking Musashi's hand, Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up.
"That heretical monster dared call himself Abe no Seimei. None of the spells he used were Onmyōdō—they were all steeped in demonic energy and curses. Damn him."
Muramasa looked up.
Caster Limbo, who had just vanished, was standing there again at some point.
Or rather, he had never left at all. He had merely concealed his form with black smoke, nothing more.
After all—
There was quite a troublesome fellow in Fujimaru Ritsuka's group.
Sakumura's figure was reflected in Caster Limbo's eyes. He was somewhat wary, and somewhat puzzled.
That man seemed to carry a very distinct aura of something inhuman.
"I never expected that Shinmen Musashi would return