Kamo Xu walked toward Kenjaku, stepping through the blood left across the ground. As he passed Mahito, he made sure to kick his mangled remains away.
After making an excuse to leave Satoru Gojo and the others, Kamo Xu had followed the mark planted in Kenjaku's blood all the way here.
He had arrived just in time to see a disgusting, deathly pale cursed spirit with blue-and-white hair writhing as his pieces gathered together. With a casual flick, he sent out several blood blades and minced him all over again.
Yet that simple dismemberment did nothing to quell his anger. When Kamo Xu saw the chunks of Mahito's flesh still trying to gather after being kicked away, he struck again.
He raised his hand, pointing his fingertips at the scattered flesh. Blood pierced through the skin of his fingertips and slowly coalesced.
Like a blood-red sapling, it grew rampantly from his fingers. Once the single "trunk" reached a certain length, it forked, spreading into countless "branches."
Their sharp tips swiftly and precisely pierced the writhing chunks of flesh scattered across the ground, skewering them like kebabs and halting that revolting regeneration.
Kamo Xu could not kill Mahito quickly, but that did not mean he had no way to kill him.
He simply could not choose to kill this disgusting cursed spirit right now. Mahito still had his uses.
But he could not let the bastard live however he pleased, either. Making him suffer a little now and then was perfectly feasible.
So...
Kamo Xu deigned to look at Kenjaku, who stood a short distance away with cold sweat trickling down his temple. "Yo, impostor. Been waiting long?"
It sounded like a greeting between old friends, yet coming from Kamo Xu's mouth, it felt nothing but eerie.
Kenjaku knew perfectly well