Ryu Ishigori stood atop the building, looking down at Takako Uro lying in a pool of blood on the rooftop, then over at Hajime Kashimo and his crooked grin.
He raised both hands and fussed with his cannon-shaped pompadour, straightening it after the explosions and fighting had left it somewhat disheveled.
"I'm a very considerate guy."
"Besides, weren't you the one who attacked first? I was just following your lead."
Ishigori spoke casually, as though he really had only lent a hand on a whim.
But his gaze never left Takako Uro.
Kashimo followed his gaze, then looked back at Ishigori, his smile growing even more knowing.
Both of them knew full well that Uro's Cursed Technique posed too great a threat.
Even setting everything else aside, her ability to fly and distort space was enough to keep both Kashimo and Ishigori completely in check.
So the moment an opportunity presented itself, they had made the same choice.
Attack together and knock Uro out of the fight first.
"So..."
Kashimo drew out the word, resting his iron staff on his shoulder as he tilted his head toward Uro.
"Shall we send her on her way first?"
The two exchanged a glance, like Zhuge meeting Phoenix Chick, and the corners of their mouths lifted into identical smiles.
The next instant, cursed energy began gathering atop Ishigori's head. Blue light churned wildly through the tips of his hair, his cannon aimed at Uro where she lay in her own blood.
Although Uro could still move, her severe injuries and missing hand left her unable to use her Cursed Technique.
All she could do was force herself to raise her head toward Ishigori and spit out a threat.
"You two... remember this... once I recover..."
"You won't get the chance."
Ishigori cut her