𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

三十九

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬 」
𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐊

꧁꧂

"THERE YOU ARE, YOU FUCKWAD!" (Y/N) screamed as she jumped downwards on Douma, her sword unfortunately missing his head and only slicing through his shoulder, separating an entire half of his flesh from his body with the sheer power behind her blade.

Sweeping away from him with a brisk explosion, the flurry of red and yellow highlighting her enraged expression, (Y/N)'s scowl darkened when the demon merely stared at her with those striking rainbow-colored eyes of his before laughing, his body regenerating in a blink of an eye. There was blood on his face and hands, indicating that he had recently fed, but there was no body in sight. His expression was once more filled with delight and amusement, as if her presence wasn't threatening at all.

"Well, if it isn't dear, old blasty?" Douma cheered with a small clap of his hands as he smirked, his fangs glinting in the overhead light of the moon.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch."

"Oh, still so crude, I see?" He hummed as he tapped his golden fan to his lips, some of the blood smearing onto the metallic surface. "Ah... I think that's what I missed the most about you, blasty. I wish there was a way for you to be with me all the time..." He stopped, perking up as his smile seemed to grow even larger if that were possible, saying, "Oh... I seem to recall a promise I made to you that if we met again—which we clearly have now—I would make you apart of my flesh and bone... is that ringing any bells?"

    "Fuck you!" (Y/N) merely shouted as she rushed forward with her katana blazing.

    Explosive Breathing, Fourth Form: Circling Impact.

    Leaping into the air and spinning in a circular motion, she twisted her body downward and let an explosion build in her sword as she rushed toward Douma, meeting his eyes for a split second before slicing her sword downward and releasing said explosion, watching with a snarl as he dodged out of her way. In an instant, she also had to dodge when he sent forth with a flourish from his golden fan several pointed icicles that almost struck her several times, her breathing slowing down tremendously from how horrible it was to breath in the cold air.

    It was almost so cold it froze her lungs over.

    So she stopped Total Concentration Breathing altogether, knowing that if she only continued doing so while facing Douma, she would die. It was what had made her lose to him the first time they had faced each other since she couldn't catch her breath.

    She only survived because the sun had risen.

    Now, she focused on her primal anger that stoked her will to fight every single day without fail, keeping in mind the Repetitive Action technique that she was taught when training with Gyomei, along with the way he had honed her limbs to be able to further tone her core. She replicated her Breathing Style with the help of Repetitive Action by honing in on her anger—on the anger she had felt towards Douma for killing her parents—to strengthen her.