Four red rinkaku slowly extended from Kaneki's back, sometimes thick and powerful, sometimes slender and sharp. Kaneki seemed to be getting used to controlling his kagune.
This did not last long. All four kagune pointed their tips at the panting Yamori.
"Damn it..." Sensing the change in Kaneki's strength, Yamori had lost all will to fight. But with Ice Mask and Gourmet blocking his retreat, he could neither advance nor retreat.
The threat of death could draw out tremendous potential, and Yamori was no exception. Preparing to fight to the death, he entered his half-kakuja form again. The kagune on his head spread downward, covering half his face. He began losing control once more, saliva streaming down his hideous face.
"Kaneki-!"
The two attacked at almost exactly the same time. Kaneki seemed to be at a disadvantage in raw strength and was sent flying into the air with a bang. But he was unhurt. Instead, he used the momentum to keep sweeping his four kagune down at the opponent below. Balancing offense and defense, he kept himself airborne through repeated collisions.
"So strong..." Watching Kaneki now, Gourmet could not help feeling frightened by what he had been thinking earlier.
"Even the two of us together might not be a match for Kaneki now." Louis smiled, marveling at how well Tiger-sensei had taught him. All those training sessions Yomo had taken Kaneki to every few days had not been as effective as these past few days of intensive training.
Just as he finished speaking, Kaneki finally found an opening in the middle of the battlefield. He slashed through Yamori's thick, kagune-wrapped arm from the side and knocked him into the air.
"Shluk-!"
A blood-red rinkaku abruptly pierced Yamori's body, sending blood spraying...
"Damn it... How could I go down here..." Yamori