The clouds on the horizon are broken, the sky is blood red, the moonlit night is a bloodthirsty red, all living things are silent, and nameless fires gather at the edge of the sky. Is all this the beauty of destruction, or a hymn to new life?
Knock knock!
Knock knock!
Wow!
Dissolve...
boom!!!
rot...
boom!!!
Flying catkins...
boom!!!
lose...
boom!!!
"It's a success..."
December 22, 2017, 9:36 PM, Ginza Center.
The stench of blood in the air mingled with the howling cold wind, crows cawed ominously, the dust settled, leaving the earth covered in filth and grime, with traces of blood, restless Cursed Energy, and an aura of world destruction permeating every corner of the city.
The once bustling Ginza has become a ruin. In the center of the city, in a huge meteorite crater, a thick cloud of dark mist rises, filled with a suffocating atmosphere.
"Cough... cough cough... I really did get tricked, huh."
A weak voice came from the black mist.
Clatter
As the rubble rolled, several figures slowly walked to the edge of the giant pit, looking down at the listless figures below.
" Igarashi Amaha, what exactly are you? How can you still be clinging to life like this? It's truly astonishing," Aoki exclaimed, taking a deep breath.
"Tch." Igarashi Amaha chuckled lightly. "It's just a minor fatal wound. What, aren't you going to finish it off?"
A flicker of attraction crossed Aoki's heart, but he quickly suppressed it, forcing a faint smile as he said, "Is there any need for this? How long can you hold out looking like this?"
At this moment, Igarashi Amaha leaned against a huge rock. His skin and flesh were festering all over his body. His once muscular chest had become shriveled, revealing large patches of white bone. His limbs were even more unrecognizable. His two calves had completely turned into a puddle of mud and stuck to the rocks below. Looking at his whole body, only his two arms were relatively healthy, and that was all. At least they were still there and hadn't turned into minced meat.
Incredibly, even in this state, Igarashi Amaha's eyes still held that arrogant and domineering air, without a trace of fear, as if everything was just as he said, a mere fatal wound was nothing to worry about.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, a Cursed Spirit silently appeared beside Igarashi Amaha, its eyes filled with excitement as it stared intently at Igarashi Amaha, who was sitting there.
"Haha, you rascal, you scared me to death! Haha, in the end you're still going to die by my hand."
To the bewildered stares of Jogo and the others, Cursed Spirit strode over to Igarashi Amaha's side with the air of someone who was second only to the Heavenly Elder, and squatted down to examine his injuries.
Igarashi Amaha turned his head with difficulty to take a look, and said with great interest, "Oh, you want to experience what it's like to kill a boss that's much stronger than you?"
The two were very close; the Cursed Spirit could even feel the intense heat emanating from Igarashi Amaha's body. "You're already like this, still pretending? Hopefully, you won't cry too much later, hahaha."
The Cursed Spirit let out a strange laugh, and with a soft sigh, it reached out and grabbed at Igarashi Amaha's neck.
Seeing this, the Jogo at the edge of the pit, perhaps out of kindness towards its fellow creature, shouted, "Idiot, stay away from him! You'll die!"
"What?" Just as the Cursed Spirit was puzzled by the Jogo's words, a large, scalding hand grabbed it.
Igarashi Amaha chuckled sincerely, "Thanks a lot for reaching out to me, my good brother."
What the hell!
Before the bewildered Cursed Spirit could figure out what was happening, he felt a chill creep up his arm.
"Wait..."
Wow!
Before he could finish speaking, the biting frost had frozen his body, rendering him immobile, but his consciousness remained. In his despairing gaze, he saw Igarashi Amaha pull him to her side and begin to fold his limbs. In less than a minute, he was forcibly bent into a ball.
"Wait until you die, let me lean on you for a bit first."
Igarashi Amaha placed the spherical object beside his arm, gently moved his battered body, and used the Cursed Spirit as a table against it. Then, he skillfully took out a worn-out cigarette case from his pocket and easily lit a cigarette using the heat from his chest.
Exhaling a puff of white smoke, Igarashi Amaha narrowed his eyes and let out an extremely loud groan, "Ah~ That feels good."
"Seriously, just because I've gotten weaker doesn't mean you've gotten stronger. What kind of stupid Cursed Spirit is this?" Igarashi Amaha muttered, turning her gaze to the folding table beneath her arm. Coincidentally, the Cursed Spirit's eyes were also peeking out. The two stared at each other for two seconds, then Igarashi Amaha looked at the Cursed Spirit's tightly covered mouth, finally sticking out two fingers towards the Cursed Spirit's eyes. "Look at chicken feathers."
Pfft!
"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."
"Hoo~" Igarashi Amaha exhaled a puff of smoke, feeling his rapidly depleting life force, and looked at Aoki and the others, saying, "The ability to dissolve Cursed Technique is truly incredible, terrifying."
"You're quick-witted." Aoki raised an eyebrow in surprise. "But since you've already figured out that this is dissolution, not a temporary seal, it means your resurrection abilities and time Reversal are gone. Your body has reached its limit, and the Reverse Cursed Technique has failed. In other words, you can't come back to life this time. As your enemy, I feel a bit of admiration for your attitude. Heh, honored?"
"After all, not everyone is like that snotty-nosed guy next to you, with a bunch of clones to take your place, or someone who comes back to life through a domain. They're all too annoying." Igarashi Amaha glanced at the Mahito. "As for honor, heh, you seem to have it backwards. Being able to look me in the eye is the greatest reward you've received in all your years of life, so you're the one who should be honored, right?"
Aoki frowned but didn't respond.
"This ability should only be used once, and at a considerable cost, otherwise you would have used it long ago."
Aoki smiled faintly, "Since you're going to die anyway, telling you won't hurt. You guessed right, in a sense, this ability can only be used once, and I'm actually a little reluctant to let it go."
"I never expected to be so decisive. Since you've all tried so hard, I can't just sit here doing nothing." Igarashi Amaha exhaled the last puff of smoke, then pulled out the Inverted Spear from somewhere, waved it in his hand, and said something incomprehensible.
Have fun.
Pfft!!
Amidst the incredulous gazes of everyone, Inverted Spear Igarashi Amaha gripped the Ten's Gourd tightly and plunged it into his temple, from which a large amount of blood flowed.
Igarashi Amaha's expression turned excited, and he grinned, revealing a row of scarlet teeth, before uttering his final words, "Then, let's begin the betting."