"Excellent, you know your place." Hachi taunted him with a teasing smile.
"Tch." Arrif looked away in irritation. "Promise me this." He demanded while looking up in his direction.
"Can't guarantee, but what is it?" Hachiman answered him. He squinted.
"I don't feel like dying. So, just let me leave if you get what you came for." His forehead furrowed, asking him.
"I will see." Hachiman crossed his arms as his sacred weapon vanished away.
"Haah." He sighed, knowing his chance was slim. "So, what do you want to know?" He asked Hachiman as he lifted his chin and extended a hand.
"What are you?" Hachiman began the questions while he lifted his hands in a questioning manner.
"I am an experimental phantom. We're designed to devour a human spiritual core, taking all the emotions, consciousness, etc., from the host." He explained while he bit a nail. "You can almost say it's a rebirth of a phantom, with a mind, reason, awareness, speech, unique personalities, and special abilities and traits." He further explained his background. "That is all I can tell you myself." He stated as he shrugged his chalky-skin shoulders.
"Why can't you tell me more?" Hachiman asked him, narrowing his eyes.
"Because that's all I can grasp right now." Arrif's eyebrows rose.
"Do you know the purpose of your creation?" Hachi rubbed his chin.
"Well, I don't know, but if I have to guess, an army?" So Arrif guessed at the purpose of his creation.
"So sudden too." Hachiman thought to himself while running through theories non-stop. "If I have to assume your creator, it will be Shinigami, huh?" He lifted an eyebrow, asking the question.
"Yes, since my creation, I at least can remember that." Arrif complied and answered the question.
"Shinigami, those brats are staging a war?" Hachiman asked himself in the mindscape. "Arrif, though you are an evil spirit, you answered my questions and complied with me. I appreciate your honesty," Hachiman spoke in what seemed reassurance of his safety. However, the Spear of Battle appeared again in his left hand. Walking towards the kneeled Arrif, he sprung to his feet and took a defensive position.
"Wait, at least think about it first!" Arrif screamed in anxiety over the immediate answer.
"I have been thinking about it since the beginning, and unfortunately, I cannot let you run unchecked," Hachiman explained to him while walking. His stomps alone drove fear into Arrif's entire essence.
"Ahh! Shit!" He brought forward his other pairs of arms, protecting his face.
"Not going to help, just give up," Hachiman said while standing in front of him. Yet he didn't listen, and instead, he threw three right-hand punches at Hachiman, who blocked them all with his spear.
Slash!
He sliced his three right arms in half by the elbow.
"Ahh!" Arrif groaned in pain as his tall structure stepped back a bit. However, he remained defensive, protecting his face with his remaining arms. "Beast Punch!" He screamed as the skin on his knuckles hardened.
Boom!
He attacked again and yet again only managed to punch the spear. "This is bad." He said to himself while staring into the glowing blue eyes of Hachiman. "Eek!" He internally screamed in fear.
"You remind me of someone. A guy as dumb as you, unable to give up. He will always fight a losing battle." Hachi said while looking at him.
"Heh, sounds like an impassive guy, in my opinion!" Arrif taunted him with a big grin.
"He is." Hachi agreed as he disappeared from Arrif's sight. Arrif turned his head back, hearing footsteps behind himself, only to feel a massive blow go through his heart. "Ha!" He took a deep breath in. "What speed!" He uttered under his breath, taken away by Hachi lighting quick movements.
"Vanish," Hachiman spoke a spell. He pressed his lips together soon after. An enormous spell circle appeared in front of the spirit, and above it, a much larger wheel of divine writing appeared, extinguishing it slowly to nothingness.
"Thanks, you saved a lot of lives today." Hachiman thanked his dust of remains that vanished into the air. His spear vanished, and he leaped upwards and flew towards the direction of his shrine.