Sasuke's foot rested on the Information Demon's face, which was made up of countless pieces of information.
He applied little force.
Yet the humiliation it brought cut deeper than death by a thousand cuts.
The Information Demon's body-or rather, this heap of wastepaper-convulsed violently on the floor.
The characters that formed its body no longer flowed, but had become patches of charred, meaningless gibberish.
Its core, its Blood Demon Art, its very existence-all were built on "information."
And now, an unknown being beyond its database had used a power it could not analyze to utterly destroy its foundation.
This terrified it more than death.
"An inferior... creature..."
Sasuke's voice held not a trace of warmth.
The foot planted on its face seemed like the heaviest mountain in the world, grinding all its dignity to dust.
"No... impossible..."
"My information can't be wrong... my calculations..."
The Information Demon let out incoherent roars, like the ravings of a dream.
Then its body suddenly burst apart.
No flesh or blood splattered.
Instead, it turned into thousands upon thousands of charred scraps of paper in varying sizes.
Like a flock of startled birds, the scraps spun wildly, forming a tornado of paper that slammed through the Wind Chime House's window and scattered into the pitch-black night sky.
This was its last means of survival.
As long as a single scrap escaped and slipped into some corner of the city, it could slowly absorb information again and restore itself.
If only it could escape.
Yet Sasuke merely watched it all in silence.
He did not even pursue it at once.
He slowly drew back his foot and walked, step by step, to the shattered window.
The night wind grew wild.
It whipped his black haori, making it snap and flutter.
At some point, dark clouds