Then, he suddenly lifted his gaze, surpassing the "Demon Sword," to look at the person holding the blade... Kiryu.
His eyes, initially fierce and intent, abruptly turned hollow and bewildered.
Though he was looking at Kiryu, it seemed as though he saw nothing.
His entire mind was floating in some terrifying realm.
In an instant, the Scythe Weasel felt an automatic "defense mechanism" activate within him, and he leapt backward forcefully, widening the gap from Kiryu by more than ten paces, then glared intensely at him.
He let out a trembling voice.
Despite trying his utmost to control it, his voice, uncontrollably trembling, still leaked out from between his lips and teeth as if he were biting through bleeding gums:
"Mamiya Kurō...! How can you be here?!"
Mamiya Kurō… Upon hearing this name, the emotions Aoto had barely suppressed began to surge again.
"Mamiya Kurō…?" Aoto couldn't help but softly repeat the name.
