Dagon watched Toji charge at him without even waiting for him to finish introducing himself. Humiliated and furious, he clenched his fist and swung it at him.
He had been the last of the Four Great Disaster Cursed Spirits to take shape. If Jogo was the father figure and Hanami the mother, then Mahito was the eldest son, while he was the younger son.
He was timid by nature, but deeply valued the friendship between cursed spirits and was earnest about how humans perceived them.
"My name is... Dagon!!!"
Dagon stubbornly finished his introduction as he threw his punch. Toji, however, paid his words no mind. Like an arrow loosed from a fully drawn bow, he had already shot straight up to Dagon.
With a simple tilt of his head, he easily dodged Dagon's straightforward punch. The Soul Liberation Blade in his right hand followed through with a sharp upward slash.
Swish!
Dagon staggered back two steps, his face contorted. Had he not pulled back at the last second, that slash might have taken his life.
Dagon stamped both feet against the ground. Using the recoil and the misshapen wings on his back, he rose into the air and hastily swept one hand toward Toji below.
In an instant, as though a dam holding back an ocean had suddenly opened its floodgates, a torrent poured from his palm, trying to drown Toji.
But Toji would never be troubled by such a petty trick. He gathered strength and leaped toward a nearby building, not only avoiding the rushing water but also using the building as a springboard to launch himself at Dagon in midair.
The absurd maneuver left Dagon stunned. He had no idea what a heavenly restriction was. All he knew was that Toji had performed a feat without cursed