"I'm here to kill you. Nothing more."
Sakumura looked coldly at Amakusa Shirou and said this.
"In other words, we're here to eliminate the mastermind. Nothing more. Come to think of it, this is our first time meeting, isn't it?"
Senji Muramasa gave the sorcerer Amakusa Shirou a puzzled once-over.
"Naturally."
For some reason, Amakusa Shirou had calmed down instead. He took a step forward and looked down at the people below as though they were vermin.
"Then state your name clearly. At the very least, I'd like to know the name of the man I'm about to cut down."
Muramasa drew the nameless long blade at his waist and asked the sorcerer.
But the sorcerer did not answer.
He merely looked at Sakumura, Muramasa, and Kotarou with a contemptuous, almost-smiling gaze.
"...I recognize that face."
"His name is [Amakusa Shirou Tokisada]."
"Huh?"
Muramasa's expression became somewhat... strange.
As if to say, "How could that be?"
"The fifth Fuuma Kotarou." The sorcerer's gaze settled on Kotarou, and he smiled. "I never expected you to remember my name."
"You must have met the me who existed in proper history."
"Hmph. Better not to ask."
The sorcerer's expression turned vicious.
"When he stood on the side of humanity as a Heroic Spirit—he ceased to be the same person as me!"
"Even after enduring the hell of Shimabara, he did not become a blaze of wrathful hatred—he obediently allowed himself to be taken back into the Throne as a Heroic Spirit!"
"How utterly—ridiculous!!!"
"Then go ahead and laugh."
As Amakusa Shirou burst into laughter, Sakumura casually swung Crane Feather. The overflowing sword energy left a mark upon the wall.
"There are no few Heroic Spirits who harbor flames within their hearts. You command more than one Heroic Spirit, so I'm sure you understand