Boom!
Uraume slammed into the lawn, glaring furiously at Xuan as he appeared before her—her limbs had been left inside the White House, while her flying body crashed onto the White House lawn. Xuan raised a hand.
"Chaos."
White and black, light and shadow.
With a gentle motion, as though flicking out a pebble, Xuan sent chaos into Uraume's mind.
Before Uraume could even react to when Xuan had completed the chaos, her vision went dark and she fell under its effects.
Uraume only felt her eyes gradually leave the light—her body was covered in a layer of energy that was both hard and soft. Within the chaos, she neither floated nor fell. Even her perception of objects began to malfunction, and time stretched infinitely in her senses.
As chaos took effect, Uraume fell silent.
"Xuan—this is such a waste. I'll have to find another chance to reincarnate him."
Kenjaku leaped down from behind, carrying Uraume's limbs. He had originally intended to toss them to Uraume so she could regenerate them herself—but since she was already thoroughly dead, there was nothing he could do.
Casually tossing Uraume's limbs aside, Kenjaku stepped forward and retrieved the cursed object used to reincarnate Uraume from her chest.
"Come to think of it, what exactly does your chaos do?"
"Want to experience it?"
"I'll have to decline..."
Kenjaku shook his head, summoned Ugly Treasure, and pushed the cursed object used to reincarnate Uraume into its mouth.
"Hmm... I can't really explain its effects myself. But anyone struck by chaos will die in agony."
"You really are a cruel person."
"Thanks, Zenin."
"...If you have nothing else to do, do you need me to arrange a flight back for you?"
"Did I come to America just to find you, Kenjaku?"
"Then what did you come