"BOOM-!!!"
The deafening explosion echoed through the ruins of Infinity Castle.
Rokuya held the Shura Blade, his entire body bathed in flowing blue-green arcane light, like a god of slaughter descended from ancient times. Opposite him stood the man known as the progenitor of all demons-Muzan Kibutsuji.
"Impossible! How could I lose to a freak like you?!" Muzan's handsome face was utterly contorted, and the tentacles covering his body thrashed wildly as he attempted one final struggle.
"You talk too much." Rokuya's eyes were cold, without a trace of mercy. He gripped the hilt with both hands, and the Arcana Power within him fused perfectly with the scorching properties of Sun Breathing.
"Blade Tempest: Modified-Sunflare Chakram!"
The Shura Blade traced an arc through the air as dazzling as the blazing sun, and the distortion of space made it impossible for Muzan to judge the slash's true trajectory.
"NO-!!!"
With a piercing scream, the silver-blue blade light, mingled with sunflare that burned everything, instantly cleaved Muzan's body in two. There was no regeneration, no escape. Under that absolute critical strike and searing conflagration, the body of the progenitor of all demons melted like ice and snow, finally turning into ashes that filled the sky.
"It's over." Rokuya sheathed his blade and let out a long, stale breath.
The scene shifted.
A spring breeze brushed his cheeks, carrying wafts of cherry blossom fragrance.
This was a Japanese-style courtyard house on the outskirts of Tokyo. Without the threat of demons, the world had finally regained the peace it ought to have.
"Rokuya, dinner's almost ready. Hurry and wash your hands."
A voice gentle enough to melt ice and snow came from the kitchen. Dressed in a simple, elegant house kimono with an apron tied around her waist, Kanae Kocho smiled as she