The Honored One

The Battle

Fushiguro kicked the stone ground beneath him, sprinting ahead as he swapped the grip of his blade, holding it improperly as he dashed at full speeds. The air crackled around him, his smile growing and growing, as he took his arm backwards, slicing it forwards, aiming straight for Satoru.

But, he missed. He couldn't believe it. Grabbing his blade, he flipped it to the other side, holding it properly once more as he instantly sliced his hand once more, but Satoru effortlessly treaded to the side. 

Jumping into the air, Satoru held his middle and index fingers stuck together. Holding them infront of himself, a red light formed. It shined with beauty as rays formed through it, shining brightly.

"Reversed Cursed Technique: Red."

The bolt went straight towards Fushiguro. In a desperate bid, he held his blade out, but it was too late. The projectile went straight for his chest at blazing speeds. It knocked him away, towards a distant building as he recovered.

"No bones broken. Not a problem."

Gripping a chain, he attached it with the behind of his blade, granting him further range, as he began to swing the blade violently. He laughed to himself, the blade cutting through the ground beneath his feet as he continued to swing it.

Something's wrong.

"No..everything's fine."

He darted his chain out, aiming it straight for Satoru's head, who was still in the air. He roared viscously as blood dripped down his forehead, the chain flying for Satoru. He gripped a lower part of it, pulling it back to stop right at his head. However, Satoru ducked under, his blue glowing eyes taking in the sight.