Akaza, who was earnestly pitching his offer, failed to notice the exchange of looks between Kyojuro and Chinatsu. Even if he had noticed, he would not have cared.
"What do you say? Kyojuro, Chinatsu, become demons! Become my companions!"
"I refuse!!!"
Kyojuro tightened his grip on his Nichirin Blade and leaped backward, his fighting stance shifting as well.
"Flame Breathing, Secret Art, Ninth Form: Rengoku!!!"
The fighting spirit erupting from Kyojuro resonated with the sword aura of his Nichirin Blade. Roiling flames ignited and burst forth like hellfire.
In Akaza's eyes, the fighting spirit bursting from Kyojuro suddenly soared. Thrilled, Akaza lowered his body and clenched both fists.
"Destructive Death: Annihilation Style!!!"
Tremendous power gathered in his fists. Akaza was exhilarated. He loved fighting powerful opponents, and of all the ways to fight, direct, head-on clashes were his favorite.
"Excellent! Kyojuro! I knew I was right about you! Come on, let me show you a demon's power! I'm sure you'll change your mind!!!"
Akaza shouted excitedly and stamped down with both feet. The ground beneath him cracked and caved in with a bang!!! He hurtled toward Kyojuro like a blue meteor.
Watching Akaza charge at him, Kyojuro drew a deep breath. Rather than immediately kicking off the ground to meet him, he used the brief instant of Akaza's approach to gather every ounce of strength in his body into his hands.
In that instant between life and death, his grip exerted crushing force.
Bright Red Nichirin Sword!
The distinctive red of a Bright Red Nichirin Sword rapidly climbed from the hilt. Akaza's keen senses caught it, and his expression froze. An overwhelming sense of danger poured from Kyojuro.
Was this coming from Kyojuro himself?
Clearly not. Akaza immediately fixed his gaze on the blade in Kyojuro's hands. The Nichirin Blade