Rokuya sat sprawled on the tatami, his face full of irritation and displeasure. He picked up his teacup and, ignoring the scalding tea, downed it like liquor before slamming the cup onto the table.
"Too damn far! He went too damn far!" Rokuya gritted his teeth, anger welling up at the memory. "Oyakata-sama, you have no idea how pretentious that demon called Doma was! He hid behind the name of some Eternal Paradise Cult, spouting nonsense about 'salvation' and 'mercy,' when he was really just a pervert who treated eating women as fine art!"
He raked a hand through his hair in irritation, his eyes betraying his frustration. "I'd already unleashed all my power. That Reverse Kesa Slash split even the giant ice Buddha he'd summoned, dozens of meters tall, clean in half! I could even feel my blade cutting through his bones-that ice-based Blood Demon Art he was so proud of might as well have been paper before my arcana power!"
Kagaya listened quietly, a faint smile lingering on his lips. "But you still let him escape, didn't you?"
"That's what pisses me off the most!" Rokuya slapped his thigh and abruptly leaned closer. "Just as I was about to chop his head and body into four pieces, I suddenly heard a biwa go 'twang'! Just one note! Then a Japanese paper door appeared out of nowhere beneath him, without any warning!"
Rokuya traced a rectangle in the air with his hands. "It wasn't an ordinary door. It was pitch-black inside, like another space. That bastard Doma fell straight into it, and the paper door snapped shut. My blade only had time to shave off a layer of his scalp! Just half a second more, and I absolutely could've chopped him into mincemeat and fed him to the dogs!"