The expression on Doma's face froze.
His gaze swept over Haruto's writhing, healing flesh, then settled on his face.
"No demon scent, yet your regeneration rivals a Lower Rank demon's..."
Just as humans instinctively felt threatened at the sight of primates, Doma felt an irrepressible sense of danger well up at the sight of Haruto regenerating like a demon, even though he could not experience the emotion called "anxiety."
His rainbow-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and his killing intent surged in an instant.
He no longer waited for the swordsmen to strike first, toying with them as he had before. Instead, he sprang forward, his Pair of Fans flickering as he scattered a vast spray of frost powder and ice crystals.
Blood Demon Art: Frozen Cloud!
But Haruto reacted swiftly. The moment Doma leaped forward, he jumped sideways and raised his hand to follow up with Bright Tears, instantly closing in behind Doma.
So fast!
Doma's heart jolted, and he spun around.
The sleeve of his Western-style kimono swept up the frost powder and sent it rushing into Haruto's face.
The frost powder began forming frost the instant it touched Haruto's skin. The blood's extreme cold began to frostbite his face. Fortunately, Haruto closed his eyes in time, keeping the frozen blood powder from invading his eyeballs.
Shing-
The swordsman's movements did not falter under the frost powder. His blade swept across Doma's chest, leaving a deep slash.
The blood drifting over the blade seemed to come alive the instant Haruto cut through the foul demon's skin, slipping into Doma's wound before it could heal.
Only then did Haruto breathe a little easier, pushing off with his toes to put distance between them.
His frost-powder-coated face was numb at first, then became unbearably itchy.
Haruto turned toward Kanae, whose eyes held