Watching the man hailed as a certain family's strongest swordsman writhe and curl up on the ground, he finally felt the frustration long pent up in his chest dissipate.
Yes, he was strong.
His earlier failure had merely been a fluke.
"Finish... me..."
The hoarse plea leaked through clenched teeth.
Suddenly, the hands that had been clutching his throat lunged at his own cheeks!
The sound of nails scraping through skin was faint but clear.
Beads of blood joined into streams, dripping down his jaw and staining his once reasonably handsome face an indistinct crimson.
"Urgh... aaaargh!!"
Listening to the screams beneath his feet, Kaiyu felt increasingly pleased.
He crouched down, twirling the ancient kitchen knife between his fingers, its blade reflecting fragments of daylight.
"Beg me."
He leaned a little closer.
"Just admit that family is worthless, and I'll put you out of your misery."
The intense itching, mingled with agonizing pain, left the man on the ground with tears, mucus, and blood smeared all over his face.
As he writhed and rolled, a certain family's name suddenly struck his ears-his movements paused for an instant.
"I..."
As though pain had finally crushed his will, the man spoke hoarsely.
"Admit..."
His voice grew fainter, like a candle guttering in the wind.
"Say it. Say they're all trash-"
Kaiyu leaned closer, almost close enough to smell that sweet, bloody ** scent in the man's blood.
He waited, waiting for those words of surrender to reach his ears.
But the next second-
The bowed head suddenly jerked up!
Those eyes, sunk deep in bloody filth, stared straight at him.
"They're not!!"
Diamante opened his mouth so wide it nearly tore apart, his already ruined cheeks splitting again to expose two rows of stark white teeth.
Squish-
His teeth sank deep into