"Mythical Beast Amber."
Kashimo spoke the words.
The instant his voice fell silent, his limbs transformed into lightning, the blue-white energy blazing dazzlingly bright amid the dim ruins.
He shot from his position like a bullet, slipping precisely through a gap in the grid of World-Cutting Slashes.
The slashes erupted behind him, shattering the ground and churning up clouds of dust.
But he had already landed steadily off to the side.
"You didn't really think I was done for just now, did you?" Kashimo raised his lightning arm, tiny arcs still dancing at his fingertips. "The electric charges I left on the ground are still enough for me to move between them."
"Don't get too full of yourself." Sukuna's voice came from across from him, low and composed. "You're already on your last legs, aren't you?"
Before he finished speaking, he had used Hiten to teleport to Kashimo's side. His four arms spread wide, lightning coiling around Kamutoke as he prepared to swing it down.
Suddenly, Kashimo's raised palm appeared in his eyes. A white light gathered in it, utterly different from Piercing Thunder-not the blue-white of lightning, but an almost pure, blinding white, as though he held the sun in his hand.
Those were electromagnetic waves capable of vaporizing anything they struck.
White light flashed.
A gaping hole appeared in Sukuna's chest, its edges clean and charred black. The flesh within had vaporized outright, leaving not even ashes behind.
Sukuna swiftly retreated, steam from Reverse Cursed Technique billowing furiously from the wound's edges as he tried to repair his ravaged body. But Kashimo was already on him, driving a fist viciously into Sukuna's head. Electric charges erupted across his knuckles, and half of Sukuna's skull instantly vaporized in the lightning.
"Pfft-!"
Sukuna pushed Reverse Cursed Technique with everything he