The dust had settled on the Training Ground.
The Spirit-Slaying Giant Tree's branches and leaves still rustled in the night wind, but a crack in its trunk stretched from top to bottom, like a scar that could never heal. Spirits struggled, wailed, and dissipated among its branches, their translucent forms flickering in the lamplight like countless dying fireflies.
Jilan leaned against the rubble, his short black hair soaked with sweat and plastered to his forehead. His clothes were in tatters, exposing firm muscles and densely packed wounds beneath. The wounds were shallow, but numerous. As though countless blades had sliced him, countless needles had pierced him, countless beasts had gnawed at him. His Multiplication Fruit had stopped surging, and his stamina had bottomed out. But his eyes were still bright. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated in his eyes, the depths of his pupils reflecting the two equally battered figures opposite him.
Ryukōshi leaned against another pile of rubble, his golden wings of light folded behind his back, the holy light along their edges already dim. His clothes were also in tatters, but there were almost no wounds on his skin. The Holy Blood Angel's regenerative ability had kept his body healing throughout the battle. But healing consumed stamina, and his stamina had also bottomed out. His eyes were still bright, but their light had weakened.
Jin Zhiyin sat beneath the Spirit-Slaying Giant Tree, leaning against its trunk, his emerald-green hair drifting gently in the night wind. His clothes were the most thoroughly ruined, and wounds covered his skin. But the wounds were healing. The Forest-Forest Fruit's regenerative ability had kept his body regenerating throughout the battle. Regeneration consumed life force, and his life force was still abundant, but his chakra had bottomed out.
Mikoto sat between Toyotomi Yinglang's legs, her