The four of them froze for quite a while, each wrestling with who should speak or strike first.
Finally, Sekido glared furiously, demonic energy billowing from his body. He pointed his staff at Kirishima Bupai and cursed, "Even if he isn't the main body anymore, we'll never follow your orders to kill him, you bastard!"
"We're independent! We do whatever we want!" As he cursed, his anger seemed to find a new target, no longer directed solely at the main body.
Urogi's wild laughter grew even more piercing. His enormous chicken claws excitedly scraped deep grooves into the floor. "Hahaha! Fun! Fun! Killing ourselves? How boring!"
"I want to watch other people suffer! I want to see rivers of blood! I'm not listening to you!" His crazed laughter carried intense defiance.
At this sight, Aizetsu cried even louder, his solid muscles making his body tremble violently. "Boohoo... no... we can't... that's our source... our past..."
"How could we attack our past... that's too cruel... boohoo... we'll be cursed..." An inexplicable fear left him sobbing nonstop.
Meanwhile, Karaku huddled at the edge of the shadows, his fan covering half his face, leaving only his ingratiating, shifty eyes exposed. "Heeheehee... you're joking, sir... we only just came out. We haven't even figured out what's happening!"
"Something this important... we can't just do it on a whim... please show us mercy and let us go..." He tried to dodge the issue with slick words.
Kirishima Bupai quietly listened to their noisy, chaotic protests, the foot planted on the main body's chest never budging.
The corners of his mouth slowly lifted on his stern face, forming a curve cold enough to chill the marrow.
There was not the slightest surprise in his eyes. After all, whatever these things were like, they had split off