Haruto landed firmly on the ground and slapped the boar's head into Inosuke's arms.
That mask meant a great deal to Inosuke. Apparently, he had made it from the head of the mother boar that had raised him.
Inosuke clutched the mask and stared at Haruto, his eyes wide.
"Didn't you die?!"
"Hey!" Haruto immediately lost his composure, his mouth twisting in outrage. "What kind of thing is that for a kid to say?! Talk about bad luck!"
"Hahahaha! I knew it! How could someone certified as flashy by the God of Flashiness die in such an unflashy way?!"
Clinging to a pillar, Tengen Uzui roared with laughter. His animated expression made it clear he was genuinely delighted. "What about the Master?!"
"Of course he's perfectly fine too!" Haruto snorted. "We actually had a strategy, unlike certain demons who just keep charging ahead until they die."
Tengen Uzui let out a resounding shout, feeling strength surge through his whole body. "That's-such great news!"
Haruto turned to face Doma. Looking at the utterly unchanged demon before him, he felt for a moment as though he were back on that night four years ago.
"What a coincidence. As your life draws to its end, I'm still the one you get to see~"
Doma tilted his head with a faint, affected smile. "But you've improved quite a bit compared to four years ago~
At least back then, you couldn't leave such a deep wound on me."
He took his hand away. The wound at his waist had already healed.
"I've killed so many Lower Ranks and Upper Ranks. Do you think I've improved?" Haruto shot back coldly. "But from the looks of it, you haven't improved at all compared to four years ago."
"Of course, of course. After all, I've spent these past