Faced with the Moon Breathing sword techniques filling his vision, Doma hurriedly waved his Golden Iron Fans, moving the Ice Army he had summoned earlier in front of him as a shield.
But he realized it was not enough-not nearly enough. There were far too many sword auras. His Ice Army was hacked apart by the Moon Breathing attacks until not even a large chunk remained, everything reduced to tiny Ice Shards.
With no other choice, Doma could only keep frantically creating his Ice Army. Every creation was shattered the moment it appeared, but if he stopped, the dense barrage of Moon Breathing sword auras would mince him.
The battle descended into a fierce stalemate!
Ice Shards filled the air, so thick that they completely obscured the view. But that did nothing to hinder Chinatsu. Even with her eyes closed, she could pinpoint Doma's position.
"Don't even think about running!"
Chinatsu spun, flinging countless streams of Crescent Sword Aura in the direction Doma was fleeing.
Doma had always been the one creating Ice Creations to chase others. For the first time, he experienced being chased himself. He should have been irritated, but that was not how he felt at all.
As Doma ran, dodging the Moon Breathing sword techniques that closed in relentlessly and would strike him if he slowed even a step, he reached up and clutched his chest over his heart.
What is this feeling? I don't know... I don't know... Is my heart beating? Impossible. I shouldn't even have a heart. Could this be what humans call... [love]?
Doma suddenly stopped. With an iron fan in each hand, he lashed out in rapid succession, trying to meet Chinatsu's Moon Breathing sword auras head-on.
"Blood Demon Art: Scattering Lotuses!"
"Blood Demon Art: Withered Garden, Hanging Snow!"
As Doma