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"Well she'll fucking kill you. She wins every fight. She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night."
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With my teeth barred, I angrily unsheathed my katana, grunting as I swung it at the mysterious man at light speed. He dodged it, jumping into the air.
Geto summoned a centipede-like shikigami to restrain the man in his mouth temporarily.
The centipede topped on a large rock.
I clung onto my blade tightly, my knuckles turning white as I quickly stood protectively in front of Riko and Kuroi.
"Satoru!" Suguru tried to run towards the shocked male. Blood dripped uncontrollably from his torso. I narrowed my eyes as I turned to the shikigami the attacker was trapped in.
"Don't worry, I'm fine!" Satoru held his hand out to Suguru with a reassuring smile. "He didn't make it in time to mess with my technique! Just about missed my vital organs! His blade wasn't able to draw cursed energy; it was like poking a hole through a knit sweater. I'm fine, really." He tried to comfort us, but I wasn't buying it.
And cursed weapons? Was he like me?
I sheathed my blade.
"Satoru, are you okay to fight?" I asked calmly, ignoring the movement I spotted from the insides of the shikigami.
"Better than alright." I sighed, deciding to just trust his judgement.
"We have faith in you. Hold him back for a while. Suguru, take Kuroi and Riko to Tengen. I'll wait in between here and Tengen's temple to stop him if he gets out!" I ordered, running ahead of Kuroi, Riko and Suguru.
"Alright!" Suguru yelled, following me as he also broke out into a sprint.
"We trust you, Satoru!" I yelled back at my friend.
He nodded from a distance.
I was set on being as quick as possible, so I swung Riko over my shoulder and held Kuroi under my arm as we sprinted.
All I needed to do was get them far enough...
"Who the hell was that guy!" Suguru yelled from just behind me.
"No idea. But I have a hunch he's just like me. He didn't use a technique at all when he struck, just a cursed tool." I nonchalantly spoke, my brows furrowed together.
