Every swing struck with unerring precision across the path Gyutaro tried to take toward him.
Overwhelming power effortlessly shattered the attacks he mustered, whipping his withered body away like a torn ball and slamming it down.
The cracking of bones, the dull thuds of flesh, the crashing of walls... intertwined into a desperate symphony of destruction...
Gyutaro was smashed into the ground once again. This time, he finally lacked even the strength to struggle to his feet.
Beating this guy is impossible now...
Why is the power I gave up everything for being beaten down like this by a human...?
Who on earth is he? Is he really human? Is he a god of death sent by the gods to take everything from me...?
His withered body lay embedded deep in the rubble like a twisted puddle of sludge. Only his chest still heaved violently, each breath bringing up copious bloody froth.
The madness and hatred in Gyutaro's eyes had been beaten out of him completely...
All that remained was boundless pain, despair, and... a naked weakness stripped of every disguise.
With difficulty, he raised the only arm he could still move, his skeletal fingers trembling as he pointed at Kirishima Bupai.
...Or rather, at his sister's head in Kirishima Bupai's hand.
A muffled whimper rose from his throat as he swallowed blood. With every ounce of strength he had, Gyutaro forced out a plea so abject it sank into the dust. "P-please..."
"Let... my sister go..."
"I... I'll do anything... please..."
"Spare her... I'm begging you..."
His voice was hoarse and desperate, thick with sobs.
For his sister's sake, this ugly, twisted demon abandoned all dignity, groveling before his enemy like a stray dog whose spine had been crushed.
"I already told you that was impossible, didn't I? How