Jilan stood in the center of the ruins, his short black hair soaked with sweat and plastered to his forehead. Thorns had torn several slits in his clothes, and shallow bloody scratches marked his skin-not deep, but densely clustered. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated in his eyes, the two figures opposite him reflected deep in his pupils.
Ryukōshi stood to his left, his golden wings of light trembling gently in the night breeze, their edges glowing pale gold. His clothes were undamaged, his skin unmarked, and his breathing steady. He had fought this long without taking a single hit.
Jin Zhiyin stood to his right, his Emerald Green hair gleaming softly under the lights, the green markings beneath his skin brighter than before. His clothes also had several tears, but the wounds on his skin had already vanished. The Forest-Forest Fruit's regenerative ability kept his body healing throughout the fight.
The three formed a triangle. None moved first.
"Big brother," Ryukōshi said calmly, "you've been fighting all this time. Who have you hit?"
Jilan fell silent for a moment.
"No one."
"Neither have I." A faint smile curled Ryukōshi's lips. "But I haven't been hit either."
Jin Zhiyin looked at his healed wounds.
"I got hit. But I'm healed."
Jilan looked at Ryukōshi, then at Jin Zhiyin, and clenched his fists. The power of his Multiplication Fruit still surged within him, but his stamina was declining. It was not "fatigue," but "expenditure." His recovery was slowing, his defense weakening. He needed to end this quickly.
"Ryukōshi." Jilan's voice was low.
"Mm."
"How many times can you use Angel Leap?"
Ryukōshi frowned slightly. "Enough to fight until the end."
"Then let's fight until the end."
Jilan vanished from where he stood. It was not a "launch," but a "charge." His right