He shook his head, seemingly at a loss for words.
"You've killed my interest with this whole [teammates flaming each other's gameplay after a defeat] routine."
As he spoke, Kirishima Bupai's gaze swept over the two indistinct masses of flesh at the bottom of the crater like a cold probe. "Your past..."
He paused, seemingly weighing his words. "...was indeed a tragedy. I know your story as brother and sister. Honestly..."
His voice sank a little, carrying a rare, barely perceptible heaviness.
"Even I feel a little hurt by it."
"Precisely because of that..." His tone suddenly turned cold, his expression more terrifying than a demon's. "I find what you just did all the more intolerable!"
"You two idiots!" His voice abruptly rose in a rebuke that pierced the soul.
"For hundreds of years, you've depended on each other to survive! Each of you was the other's only anchor in this purgatory! Your only... bond to humanity!"
"Just because you got carried away and lost your minds in anger?"
"You could actually say such heart-piercing, heartless, utterly venomous things to your only remaining flesh and blood?!"
Kirishima Bupai's gaze stabbed toward the bottom of the crater, sharp as a blade.
"Gyutaro, have you forgotten who allowed you to retain even a trace of human warmth in your heart after becoming a demon?"
"Daki, have you forgotten who pulled you back from the brink of death time after time? Forgotten who cleaned up your countless messes? Forgotten who silently bore every consequence of your willful recklessness?"
"Those words..." Kirishima Bupai's voice was chilling to the bone, carrying a note of judgment. "Could kill the other more completely than any enemy's blade! And kill yourselves, too!"
At the bottom of the crater-
Gyutaro's clouded eyes trembled violently. The frenzied red faded, leaving