Lost Morals [DISCONTINUED]

#16| a sadist

Senjuro pov

"ow..." i whine to myself as i slowly get up. the fall left my back with a stinging pain, it didn't help as it spiked when i attempted to stretch my back.

i let out a sigh, where on earth am i? ouch, my head and back hurt so much...

i looked down at my hands which were instinctively dusted my uniform.

a presence.

upon flicking my head upwards, i'm met with a demon whose face wore a wide smile, eyebrows somewhat stuck vertically facing downwards. he also had black and white hair, his hair in the iconic Rengoku family style.

i jumped backwards in surprise and unsheathed my sword. crap, this space is completely white. it'll be hard to coat my sword with Tamayo-sama's poison... i internally panic as i think of a solution.

"first form: unknowing fire"

i make a quick dash towards the demon. he managed to predict my move as soon as he heard me chant out the form. he ducked sideways, only allowing me to cut off a tuft of his black and white hair.

i noted down my observations and made a second attempt.

"fourth form: blooming flame undulation"

predicting he would jump upwards since it was the only way of defending, i changed the direction of the fire, aiming it towards him. the demon was quick on his feet and dodged downwards as i caught my breath.

stupid Senjuro. you should have trained your stamina more...

"you seem familiar, young one. what's your name?" he he said in a friendly yet sarcastic tone.

"my name is Rengoku Senjuro, youngest of the Rengoku family," i narrowed my eyes as i glared at him, "and i'll make sure my duty is served and deliver you a painful death."

"how confident! i like it, young Senjuro!" the demon shouted once more.

i cringed at the nickname and went back on my offensive again.

"seventh form: circling predatory fire"

the sixth to eighth form was actually long lost in the many records of scrolls. i decided to just improvise on the spot.

the demon's eyes stretched slightly while a thick ring of fire surrounded him and quickly spreads inwards at his direction. i took the opportunity to strike with another one of my exotic attacks.

"eighth form: uncontainable wild fire"

huge waves of varying layers swept towards him as i hid behind them and quickly coated my sword in case i wouldn't be able to kill him, which would most likely be the case.

if he already knows the basic forms, he only could have either met a flame breath user before or is an ancestor... well, his hair does look similar to the whole family's so i wouldn't be surprised. there is one way to test it out though...

"ninth form: rengoku"

a spark of amusement took over the demon's face. he got in a stance and unsheathed his sword, gripping his sword tightly in front of him.

flames bursted from beneath my feet as it trailed behind me while i dashed towards him.

he seemed to understand my movements and got ready to dodge. shit. there's no opening for me to move!

the demon jumps up and uses his sword to slash my arm from behind.

my eyes stared in shock as blood spilled out from my arm that had a deep, potentially fatal gash in my arm. i let out a small groan of pain as i apply pressure onto the wound. i reach my hand to tear the family cape and apply pressure to the wound, only to grip tightly onto air.