"You humans are truly despicable, using such tricks to lure out," Futakuchi-onna hissed, her gaze flicking from Yamato Kuka to the hall, now brightly lit as if by daylight. Her expression radiated disdain. "I had no desire to provoke you—but if you're courting death, then I will indulge you."
She recognized the uniforms the humans wore. She had encountered similar ones before. At that ti, she had rely been searching for food and had no intention of fighting, yet they had sensed her presence and attacked imdiately. The result had been predictable: the core mbers of their squads were slaughtered. Ordinary uniford mbers, she had let them escape.
But she hadn't expected this. Wave after wave of humans sward her like locusts, each attack only to be followed by another. This ti, Futakuchi-onna would not hold back. The actions of this counterasures team had truly enraged her.
Surrounded, outnumbered—yet she showed no panic. In her view, of all the humans before her, only the woman wielding the long sword posed a real threat. The rest were re weaklings, easily disposable once the sword-wielding human was dealt with.
Ren Kuroda, for now, was dismissed by Futakuchi-onna as a minor foe. She could not perceive his concealed demonic power, so in her eyes, he was just another weakling.
The battle was imminent. But instead of waiting for the yokai to strike, Yamato Kuka moved first.
High-level swordsmanship relies heavily on precise footwork, and Kuka's mastery was no exception. Before unleashing the powerful external slashes she was known for, she crouched slightly, upper body leaning forward, her right hand resting naturally on the hilt of Onikiri.
The instant her left foot stepped forward, her aura shifted dramatically. That small step was enough. By the ti anyone realized what had happened, Kuka had already closed the distance and appeared in front of Futakuchi-onna. Almost simultaneously, the silver blade of Onikiri shot forward, leaving a dazzling streak in the air.
"Genji Swordsmanship Style: Tenshin!"
The essence of this style was approaching at speeds comparable to the Instantaneous Movent Technique, striking the opponent before they even understood what had happened. To an outside observer, it might look like a simple draw slash, but in Kuka's hands, speed and precision transford even a basic strike into a lethal technique.
The blade hovered inches from Futakuchi-onna's neck. Death was imdiate and real. Any attempt to block it with arms would be futile.
At that mont, Futakuchi-onna's long hair suddenly lifted, forming two enormous arms, infused with demonic power, aid to pin the sword and disarm Kuka.
Yet even with her B-level demonic energy, Futakuchi-onna's hair could not withstand Onikiri, which Kuka had herself infused with spiritual power. Though capable of tearing through steel, her hair could not match the legendary sword in Kuka's hands.
Onikiri was no ordinary blade—it was rated A by the system, even surpassing Yuuto's Oni-Kuji and rivaling his Nichirin Blade. The sword had famously severed the arm of the demon king Ibaraki-dōji, a being far stronger than Futakuchi-onna herself. Cutting through her hair was child's play by comparison.
The two hair-ford arms were severed, and Futakuchi-onna narrowly avoided the lethal strike. Her scattered hair frad the space between her and Kuka, who stood confidently with her sword.
For the first ti, Futakuchi-onna's contempt gave way to respect. This human was unlike any exorcist she had faced before. Outnumbered humans might be many, but none matched Kuka's strength or spiritual power.
"In terms of raw power, you may be slightly stronger than ," Futakuchi-onna acknowledged, "but battles are influenced by many factors. If you wish to survive, I suggest you show your true strength."
Kuka wasn't surprised by the dodge—she had expected it. This was her first ti facing a B-rank yokai alone since her breakthrough in spiritual power. Had her opponent fallen to a single strike, it would have been disappointing.
Without pause, Kuka charged again. This ti, she wielded her sword in one hand while drawing a handful of talismans from her robes in the other, chanting incantations.
Kuka's Onmyojutsu was unconventional—she had learned little in the way of offensive spells, focusing instead on amplification and support. As a shrine maiden, she already possessed natural "blessing" powers. Combined with physical enhancent spells, her buffs were near maximum. Offensive spells were unnecessary; her sword was the strongest offensive spell she could wield.
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