Sasuke's ocular power was like a boulder cast into a still lake, sending ripples called "miracles" across the entire battlefield.
Gyomei Himejima's lethal strike from above left Muzan Kibutsuji's monstrous body momentarily rigid and disoriented. One of his twelve brains had been utterly crushed, and the agony made him roar soundlessly, delaying even his control over his entire body by a fraction of a second.
On the battlefield, no one knew what Sasuke had done.
All they saw was the Stone Hashira, who had been in mortal danger a second earlier, appearing above the Demon King's head like a god descending from heaven and delivering an earth-shattering blow.
What... what was going on? Was it an illusion?
Everyone was stunned, including Obanai Iguro and Mitsuri Kanroji, whom Sasuke had just pulled back from the brink of death.
The two sat sprawled amid the rubble, gasping for breath, their minds filled with relief at surviving and bewilderment. Mitsuri Kanroji instinctively looked at Obanai Iguro and found him looking at her too.
Both were covered in wounds deep enough to expose bone. Kanroji's revealing uniform had long since been soaked with blood and torn to tatters; the signature bandages on Iguro's face had also been cut apart, revealing the hideous scar at the corners of his mouth.
Yet at that moment, each thought the other looked so beautiful.
"Mr. Iguro..." Mitsuri Kanroji's tears fell uncontrollably like beads from a broken string. "I... I thought I'd never see you again..."
"Don't cry." Obanai Iguro reached out with his relatively intact hand, trembling as he tried to wipe the tears from her face, only to leave a streak of blood. "You've cried your face into a mess. It doesn't look pretty."
His voice was as hoarse and cold as ever, but to Kanroji, it