"Sabito! You're far too late!"
Beside him, Makomo pouted as she looked at her Senior Brother.
If only he had arrived a little earlier.
The four of them would not have ended up in such a sorry state.
Fox Boy lifted the mask off his face, revealing a somewhat apologetic expression.
"Sorry, sorry..."
He was interrupted halfway through.
"Bastard, turn around! I can still fight!"
Akaza knelt on one knee.
Losing an arm and a leg would never have been a serious problem for him before.
But now, under the Provisional Hashira's Bright Red Nichirin Blade strikes.
He could not regenerate at all.
This was because they needed to leave him alive for the time being in this final battle.
Otherwise, Akaza would have been hacked to death by the four of them using Grip of Ten Thousand Jun not long ago.
Yet at that moment, Akaza's face was twisted with ferocity.
If he had been crushed by a powerful opponent whom he sincerely respected.
Someone like Matsushita Shousha.
Who could withstand his full-powered attacks, and after a thoroughly satisfying battle in which they gave everything they had.
Defeat him fair and square.
Akaza felt he would probably have been satisfied.
But the four who had defeated him just now, Giyu and the others...
Although they were all talented young men.
They clearly fell short of earning Akaza's respect.
"You call this victory?"
"You whittled me down with those red blades, never once daring to face my fists alone."
The demon coughed up blood.
His face twisted as he said, "You're like a pack of hyenas, doing nothing but circling me."
"Is this your spirit as warriors?"
After he said that.
Apart from Kyojuro, who frowned, the other three acted as though they had heard nothing.
Under Urokodaki and Xia