"Can't have you using that, Souji. I want to fight you, not your teammates. Now…"
Souji looked up to see Igor cracking his knuckles.
Crack!…Crack!
"...will you get up or should I help you?"
"..."
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[Aryans are lunatics.]
It was an undisputed fact throughout the centuries. The reclusive race of blondes were lunatics with an unhealthy desire for fighting. They put the 'm' in 'maniac'. Whether it was arrogance, confidence, or sheer lunacy, Aryans were always troublesome foes to fight.
[But him…]
Yet there would always be outliers…unique variants.
[He's insane!]
Souji was absolutely battered. His clothes were torn, leaving him shirtless. A few nasty cuts were on his chest and there was one particularly bloody gash stretching from his shoulder all the way to the elbow on his left hand.
The yokai in his body were working to repair the wound, but Igor's ki made it particularly difficult.
[I must find a-]
"Hey! Are you having fun?"
"..."
Fun? Fun?!?! This manic piece of #&$% brought him so close to death he had to use two phoenix tears! Two!! TWO!!!!!!!!
Did he think just because they were Sirzechs's peerage members they'd be rolling in money?! They were broke! BROKE! And now that he had to replace two bottles of phoenix tears, he was extra broke!
*Grits teeth*
"No. I'm not HAVING fun."
Souji didn't want to be here, but Igor wouldn't let him go. Everytime he tried to escape, the blonde would explode with that annoying Kaioken of his and stop him from leaving.
Just like Igor said in the morning, his strength meant refusing was out of touch. But Souji wasn't weak. Reaching God Class in less than two-hundred years was an amazing feat. It was just this damned monster that was too strong!
The only bright light in this dark situation was that he managed to leave a wound on Igor's shoulder. He'd wanted to cut it apart like a steak, but Igor was able to move his shoulder at the last minute.
Unfortunately, the wound healed in less than seconds, but the torn patch Igor had on his shirt reminded Souji it wasn't his imagination.
Now if only he could wipe that annoying smile off his face.
"Don't lie, Souji. I know you're having fun."
"I disagree."
"Hehe."
Souji's frown was so deep Igor knew the man wished to decapitate him. It was funny because that was all it would remain---a wish.
"You might disagree, but your blade certainly doesn't. Tell me, Souji. How long has it been since you've doused your blade in the blood of a worthy foe? Or does it sit in its scabbard the whole day, only coming out when you want to teach your protege?"
"..."
Souji's brows furrowed in budding anger. Igor was targeting his honour as a swordsman.
"That is none of your business, Dimori-san."
"You're right. It isn't, but I can make it my business."
Slowly, a profound killing intent fueled by the blood of millions made itself known. It manifested itself as a crimson-black mist and in it, Souji heard the screams of thousands upon thousands of men, women, and children.
"?!"
His vision shifted. He suddenly saw himself in a desolate wasteland. Next to him were people from all walks of life created from blood. Their figures were formless like mannequins, yet they all wielded their arms in preparation for an enemy.
A war was occurrin-
*Puchi!*
First Death!
"What?!"
*Puchi!*
Second Death!
The scene reverted back to the same battlefield, the same blood comrades, the same…
*Puchi!*
…ending.
Third Death!
No, this wasn't a war.
Fourth Death!
This was a massacre.
Fifth Death!
And he was part of the massacred.
Sixth Death!
"Stop! STOP IT!"
Su!
For the first time, he saw it. He saw those eyes the same shade of blood, that blood-covered hand wielding a crimson aura blade. Igor was in front of him, his blade poised to use his forehead as a sheath.
Those eyes were uncaring. They regarded him as nothing…as insignificant.
*Puchi!*
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"?!"
When Souji came to, he found himself back at the red wasteland. The same dreary landscape, the same sight of the rock hills, was better than any spring in this realm.
"Wha…what?"
His forehead was completely covered in cold sweat. The weather was cool yet his back was wet and his hands had dug into the earth. It was only then Souji realised he was on his knees.
Drip…drip…
He tasted a metallic liquid on his lips. When he looked down, he saw drops of his blood fall to the ground and disappear between the grains of rocks and sand.
"..."
He slowly brought a finger to his nose and what he touched was not air, but blood.
"What…happe-"
Su!
"I didn't expect you'd collapse this quickly."
"?!"
Souji hastily looked up and was met with Igor's very disappointed gaze. The blonde had his arms crossed and his smile was gone.
"Just a bit of killing intent and you fell like a house of cards."
[A bit?!]
In his entire life, Souji had never encountered such intense killing intent. He was no stranger to killing, but Igor killed far too many people…and those people weren't weak. His killing intent was much too thick for it to come from killing ordinary people.
Souji could admit that for once, he truly feared Igor. He feared him from the bottom of his heart. His instincts told him to run, told him to get away from this monster, but logic kept him still for several reasons.
"Where…?"
One was that Igor wouldn't truly kill him. The second was…
"Where did it…come from? How did you get such killing intent?"
To be able to kill so many entities would send the whole supernatural world into upheaval. Ignoring the lower tiers, just killing thousands of God Class entities was not something that could be ignored.
"War. Where else?"
He answered matter-of-factly.
"..."
Souji didn't know how to process it. Unless Igor was actually an ancient being, there were never any wars where one person slaughtered so many people. A person who had a kill-count in the millions would be very well-known.
"Souji. When was the last time you've faced a life-or-death situation?"
Igor asked with a slight frown. Souji's reaction to his killing intent was too…'pronounced'. The amount of killing intent Igor released was something even an Ultimate Class could endure.
Souji was both old and one tier higher than Ultimate Class. He shouldn't be collapsing from weak killing intent.
"..."
Souji slowly got up to his feet and regarded Igor with a wary look. He wiped away the blood pouring out of his nose and spoke.
"We are in a time of peace. There has not been a need for me to risk my life in decades."
"Hah? Don't tell me you believe that nonsense. Peace is just a prelude to the next war."
The initial admiration Igor had for Souji slowly dwindled.
"Let me tell you something. As it stands, you're weak. You're far too weak for a man at your age. Over a hundred-years-old yet can't take a whiff of killing intent. Come on, Souji. I actually thought you'd be stronger than this."
Were all devils infected with a gene of laziness? He no longer knew.
"Your sword technique is good, but it's clear you're rusty. I'm more of a martial artist than a swordsman, yet I surpass you. How long has it been since you've had a proper fight? You don't even practice with your sword, do you."
It was a statement. Igor's barrage of words rendered Souji silent. His eyes were drawn to the sword in his hand. The handle was covered in his blood and the blade edge in Igor's blood.
The blade was dirty, completely different from its polished style, but that was because it had tasted battle once more.
"Indeed…"
A small smile spread on Souji's face.
"I've lost my way, the way of the sword."
Igor's words were true. It's been decades since he truly practiced his sword technique, decades since his sword tasted the blood of a worthy foe, decades since he ever had to grip the handle this tightly.
"Dimori-san. You are right. I am weak, and I have become complacent with my weakness."
"Oh?"
Souji's quick acceptance had him genuinely surprised.
"You sure you're not lying just so you can lie down and sleep the whole day-"
Su!
Igor's dialogue was cut off when Souji appeared in front of him with his blade poised for a quick decapitation.
*Block!*
The sword was stopped in its tracks by Igor's hand. He held it between his thumb and forefinger, all while a small smile spread on his face.
"Such speed and fervour! I might have to remove some of my weights if you keep this up."
"..."
What did he say? Was he fighting with weights all this time?!
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AN
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Thank you for bearing with the wait. Your patience is greatly appreciated. Igor's finally entered the time chamber and he's already gambling with things that would give Aurelia a fright. Fortunately, it seems as if everything was successful.