"Irasul?"
To his question, the dark slit soon appeared in the air behind Inumaki, and out came the massive claws, coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Irasul is my summon."
"He's telling me you picked the challenge because you feel like I should be the easiest to deal with, in short, the weakest."
Inumaki said, leaving White in a state of quiet confusion.
'So, it even talks to him, huh?' he thought quietly to himself.
He moved to reply, but suddenly halted.
'Wait, if I want him to fight me with everything he's got, then agreeing with his summon will help best, won't it?"
Closing his mouth, White reopened it, but this time with a condescending grin.
"Actually, your summon is right."
"Compared to the challenges I've received, I did decide to take on your challenge because I think it would be much easier."
The second, he said that.
SHRIIIIIING!
The claw on Inumaki's shoulder widened, crimson energy burning from it, but that wasn't all.
RIIIIP!
