On the battlefield where Takako Uro faced Kenjaku.
Takako Uro panted heavily, a fine layer of sweat beading across her forehead.
She had never expected Kenjaku's strength to be so troublesome!
A thousand years ago, Kenjaku had not been known for his combat prowess, yet now, a thousand years later, he was this powerful.
"Heh." Kenjaku lightly brushed the dust from his clothes, that composed smile still hanging on his face.
"A thousand years ago, you were the Teng Clan's sharpest blade. How did you become so dull now? Is it because you aren't used to this body?"
The moment she heard the words "Teng Clan," Takako Uro glared at Kenjaku in fury.
"Don't mention the Teng Clan to me. I have nothing to do with them!"
"Alright, alright!" Kenjaku raised both hands as if surrendering. "I won't mention them, then."
Takako Uro gritted her teeth, her eyes locked firmly onto Kenjaku.
Her Sky Manipulation technique was indeed powerful. It could distort space and deflect her opponent's attacks.
Yet all of that seemed to have lost its effect against Kenjaku!
Kenjaku knew every one of her methods inside and out.
Every dodge he made was perfectly timed, and every counterattack struck directly at the blind spots of her technique.
It felt as though he had studied her cursed technique long ago!
And Kenjaku was not even the only person she had to deal with. Uraume stood nearby, watching her like a tiger eyeing its prey.
"Is that strange?" Kenjaku seemed to see through her thoughts. "Why do you think I chose to make a contract with you a thousand years ago?"
He raised a hand, gathering a mass of distorted cursed energy in his palm.
"I revived you because you were useful, of course. But before you could be useful,