"Then I will restore balance to the world."
Haschwalth drew his sword, a round shield hovering at his side.
Yoriichi did not answer.
He took a step forward, and golden-red Reiatsu instantly covered the entire stretch of ruins.
A wave of heat blasted toward them.
Bazz-B lay on the ground, struggling to lift his head.
"Haschwalth, don't stand in the way."
"Shut up."
"I don't need you to save me!"
Haschwalth ignored him and slowly raised the sword in his hand.
"Shield of Atonement, record all damage."
"Balance, transfer all misfortune."
Yoriichi tightened his grip on Hekyō, and a layer of golden flames ignited along its crimson edge.
"Then I'll cut through your shield first."
As his words fell, he vanished.
Haschwalth's pupils contracted slightly, and he held his sword across his body.
Clang!
Hekyō slashed in from the side, its edge striking the sword, and the tremendous impact sent Haschwalth reeling backward.
The ruins beneath his feet fractured in succession. His round shield moved in front of him, and a ring of golden-red scorch marks immediately appeared on its surface.
Yoriichi stepped forward again.
Nisshun.
A crimson line of fire pierced the battlefield.
Haschwalth sidestepped and thrust his sword toward Yoriichi's chest in the same motion.
The tip grazed Yoriichi's chest, tearing open his Captain's Haori, and blood immediately welled from the wound.
Hekyō slid past the sword and slashed down, cutting straight into Haschwalth's shoulder.
Blood sprayed.
Haschwalth shuddered, and his round shield immediately lit up.
The scorch marks on the shield instantly spread.
At the same time, another wound split open on Yoriichi's chest.
Golden-red Reiatsu erupted from the wound, and blood stained his Captain's Haori red.
Haschwalth raised his head.
"Balance."
He looked calmly at Yoriichi.
"All misfortune that befalls me will be transferred to you."