Because there's only one weekly boss. The blonde fought a weakened Yuto (without the power of the Immortal Spirit), not the Devouring Whale.
He was nailed to the wall by Yuto and was almost exhausted, so of course, he didn't get to fight the Star-Devouring Whale.
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Yuto looked at the white-haired girl before him, a hint of sternness flashing in his eyes.
He knew very well that he wasn't a particularly powerful master; even at full power, he barely touched the threshold of the God realm.
Although Skirk wasn't a top-tier fighter like Surtalogi, her strength was not to be underestimated for the current Yuto.
In short, if he were to truly fight Skirk, his chances of winning weren't high.
"Answer my question, why do you have the aura of 'The Foul' on you?"
Skirk seemed to think Yuto might not understand the meaning behind the word "Master," so she considerately added a note.
After all, this guy in front of her might be her Senior apprentice-sister, but...
He seemed a bit weak?
Skirk's words interrupted Yuto's thoughts. He took a deep look at Skirk and the black sphere floating in her hand, then spoke:
"...I've seen 'The Foul's' consciousness, and I obtained this power from him."
Hearing this, Skirk frowned slightly, then lowered her head, as if thinking about something.
Meanwhile, Neuvillette looked at the two people engaged in an encrypted conversation, feeling utterly bewildered and momentarily lost.
He wasn't particularly concerned about the relationship between these two people right now. His only concern was how many secrets Yuto was still hiding.
Or rather, what exactly did he know?
With that thought, Neuvillette lowered his head slightly and began to consider how to have a normal conversation with Yuto next.
...
Thus, the three of them fell into a long silence.
After a while, Skirk finally raised her head. She scrutinized the Law Enforcement Agency on Yuto's body, then uttered two words:
"Draw your sword."
"...?"
Hearing this, Yuto was slightly startled, then looked at Skirk with some confusion, wondering what his Senior apprentice-sister was planning.
"Confirm your identity."
As if seeing Yuto's confusion, Skirk calmly repeated those words, then crossed her arms, waiting for Yuto to draw his sword.
Yuto sighed helplessly at the sight, then drew his longsword, which was tinged with a reddish-purple hue.
Perhaps because Skirk was present, the moment the longsword appeared, it was covered in a layer of black light.
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