The battlefield was clearly divided into two halves.
On one side were the wild boar's frenzied charges and the precise harassment of golden lightning, a struggle in which the boys staked their lives.
On the other was the true showdown at the pinnacle, where life and death would be decided.
When Tengen Uzui roared, "Musical Score complete," his entire presence changed.
The weakness and disarray brought on by the poison vanished, replaced by absolute confidence-the splendor and arrogance of the God of Festivals, who held everything under his control.
"Come on, you ugly bastard! Let me hear your final screams!"
Laughing wildly, Tengen Uzui abandoned all unnecessary dodging and defense. He became a swift streak of light and charged straight at Gyutaro.
His steps, his breathing, and the paths of his twin blades all fell into an uncanny synchronization with Gyutaro's attacks.
A flash of savagery crossed Gyutaro's eyes. He hated self-important people like this most of all.
"Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Scythe!"
Countless scarlet slashes, like vultures given life, closed off every route forward for Tengen Uzui from all directions at fiendishly tricky angles.
Yet Tengen Uzui danced a magnificent dance of death through the gaps between those lethal blood scythes.
His twin blades spun into an impenetrable wheel before him. Every parry struck precisely at a blood scythe's weakest point, producing crisp, pleasing clangs like some kind of percussion instrument.
His body twisted into positions that defied common sense, turning sideways and leaning forward. Every dodge skimmed right past the edge of a blood scythe, as though he could foresee the path of each slash a second in advance.
This was the "Musical Score."
He analyzed the enemy's attack rhythms, habits, and variations in strength as musical notes, composing a battle piece that could counter his opponent