It had to be said, watching that brat Scaramouche take a beating was a real pleasure. Add to that the spectacle of him fleeing as he fought, and it truly was entertainment worth enjoying over a drink. His suffering became their happiness. Smiles never disappeared; they simply moved from one face to another.
Although Nahida found it a little hard to watch, when she thought of what Scaramouche had done to Inazuma, his extermination of the Raiden Gokaden alone warranted severe punishment. Otherwise, there would be no way to answer to those who had died because of him.
Still, this was fine too. Once his punishment ended, it would also mean a new beginning.
Meanwhile, far out at sea off Narukami Island, Ei stood in midair, her face stern. Holding Engulfing Lightning, she stared gravely at her child, then unleashed blade slashes powerful enough to cleave mountains, each aimed straight at Scaramouche.
What a sight: a sword in a loving mother's hand, slashing at her wandering son.
By now, the Anemo Vision Scaramouche wore was already working beyond its limits. Like a twin-engine jet, he struggled to perform all manner of difficult aerial maneuvers, narrowly dodging the slashes Ei unleashed.
As he flew, Scaramouche roared over his shoulder, "Beelzebul! Don't push your luck! Damn it! I never should have listened to Buer and come back to Inazuma. What is there to talk about? I have nothing to say to you!"
Ei's expression darkened at his words, and she unconsciously began unleashing slashes faster. In a voice devoid of emotion, she said, "Beelzebul, is it? Buer, is it? Kunikuzushi... no, I should call you Scaramouche now. After all these years apart, not only have you become utterly ill-mannered, you even dared to hurt your Aunt Nahida.
"She is kindhearted and generous,