In this first battle, the Four Great Families won a resounding victory, losing twenty lives to slay nearly three hundred curse users and cursed spirits.
Of those twenty, thirteen were of the Miwa family's bloodline.
Everyone watched Miwa Tenba form a hand seal and mutter something they could not make out. Deep red cursed energy drifted through the air like fireflies, a magnificent sight.
Then he turned, sheathed his long sword, and spoke gently.
"Come on. Let's go have a drink."
Once again, he was as casual and carefree as ever.
The Four Great Families each returned home. Gojo Tatsu pressed a hand over his wildly pounding heart, still remembering how he had struck a curse user with his cursed energy.
Yellowish-white fluid had splattered from the man's brain, and one of his eyeballs seemed to have rolled out as well.
He frantically washed his spotless hands with well water, panic flickering in his azure eyes.
But then he abruptly stopped.
The Gojo Clan excelled at long-range attacks, which was why he had stood so far away.
The Miwa family, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, had held their ground on the front line.
That silver hair, tied in a high ponytail, seemed to have been stained with blood too. Though the robes were black, they must have been soaked through with blood.
Those crimson eyes had looked as relaxed as a demon slaughtering its way through the world. Were they not afraid? Did they not hurt?
"Of course we're afraid. Of course it hurts."
That teasing voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard, followed by a thick, nauseating stench of blood.
Gojo Tatsu turned around in alarm and saw Miwa Tenba crouching on the wall.
His black kimono trailed over the gray wall, seemingly stained with dark brown shadows.
Shadows?
No,