Unable to contain her rage any longer, Akame raised her sword and charged at the pair, her blade slicing through the air with a deadly intent aimed at Kaguya's neck.
Having fought countless battles, Akame's combat skills were finely honed. Her movements were swift and precise, with each strike coming fast and hard, sometimes leaving nothing but afterimages in their wake. For those without substantial skill, facing Akame would be an insurmountable challenge, her relentless attacks nearly impossible to fend off.
However, Kaguya was no ordinary person. Not only did she possess unparalleled strength, but she also wielded powerful eye techniques that could tip the scales in any battle. In a fight, such abilities were crucial, often determining the outcome. Unfortunately for Akame, her greatest advantage—her ghostly speed—was rendered ineffective against Kaguya's vision, leaving her attacks futile, as they were now.
Akame's strikes came with blinding speed and frequency, her blade flashing like a whirlwind as it aimed to cut Kaguya down. Each swipe of her sword was accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, attempting to overwhelm Kaguya.
But Kaguya merely danced around the attacks, her feet barely touching the ground as she glided gracefully to the left and right, moving with the effortless elegance of a celestial being. It didn't seem like she was engaged in a fight at all; rather, it appeared as though she was taking a leisurely stroll. No matter how much Akame increased her speed, she couldn't land a single blow on Kaguya.
Kaguya's evasions were light and unstrained, like trying to punch a cloud. This left Akame increasingly frustrated, her attacks growing more aggressive. However, in her haste, her form became sloppier, full of openings, making it even easier for Kaguya to evade.
"Hey, hey, it looks like your sister is really angry," Kaguya said, glancing back at Kurome.
"Is that so?" Kurome pondered for a moment, tapping her chin with her finger, before suggesting, "You should just force yourself on her."
"What?" Kaguya nearly stumbled at Kurome's casual remark, almost getting nicked by Akame's sword.
"Hey, are you really okay with saying something like that?" Kaguya exclaimed, exasperated. "And she's your sister!"
"That's exactly why I said it," Kurome replied matter-of-factly. "To keep her from going down the wrong path, you should just make her your woman."
"But that doesn't mean I should force her!" Kaguya's voice was strained, a drop of sweat forming on her forehead. "And do you even know what forcing someone means?"
"Of course I do," Kurome began, but before she could finish, Kaguya flashed in front of her, clapping a hand over her mouth.
"Ahem," Kaguya cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to regain her composure. "Let's not say such things out loud."
Ever since Kaguya and Kurome had solidified their relationship, they often indulged in playful, intimate activities. One day, Kaguya, inspired by a whimsical thought, suggested a role-playing game where she would "force" Kurome. To her surprise, Kurome had taken a liking to the game. Contrary to her demure and elegant appearance, Kurome turned out to have a masochistic streak, which explained why she had developed feelings for Kaguya despite all the past humiliation.
It's hard to understand the psyche of a masochist sometimes.
Akame's eyes widened in shock. She had only seen a blur as Kaguya disappeared from her sight, reappearing in front of Kurome in an instant.
What kind of speed is that?
Akame, who had always been confident in her own speed—even when facing Esdeath—suddenly found her confidence wavering.
Then, she caught wind of something.
"Forcing her?"
Even someone as naive as Akame knew what those words meant. Seeing Kaguya covering Kurome's mouth as if to silence her, Akame immediately jumped to conclusions.
"You really are a pervert!"
Akame's fury exploded, her body radiating intense energy as she raised her sword and charged. The ground beneath her feet shattered as she launched herself at Kaguya like a speeding arrow, her eyes burning with rage.
"Die!"
Akame gritted her teeth, eyes blazing, as she slashed down with all her might, determined to cleave Kaguya in two.
"Wait, wait!" Kaguya quickly jumped back, hastily trying to explain. "You've got it wrong, I didn't—"
But before Kaguya could finish, Akame had already closed the distance again, her sword slicing horizontally towards Kaguya's neck with deadly precision. The blade came so close that Kaguya could feel the hairs on her neck standing on end.
In her fury, Akame's power had surged, and her attacks were now on a whole new level, almost unrecognizable from before.
Though Akame and Kurome appeared to be on opposing sides, their relationship was far more complex. On the surface, they were supposed to be enemies, each aiming to kill the other. But deep down, Akame was a devoted sister who would do anything to protect Kurome.
Seeing her beloved sister in danger, Akame's rage knew no bounds. Driven by the thought that she would rather kill Kurome herself than let someone else violate her, Akame launched a relentless assault on Kaguya.
Sparks flew as their weapons clashed.
Unlike before, Akame's attacks had become wild and unrestrained. Though lacking in form, the sheer power and speed of her strikes had increased dramatically, even enhancing the sharpness of her Teigu, Murasame.
The best evidence of this was the previously flawless Truth-Seeking Orbs, which now bore several deep scratches—marks left by Murasame.
Dodging Akame's frenzied attacks, Kaguya shouted, "Hey, it's not what you think! Let me explain!"
"Die, you perverted scum!" Akame screamed, completely ignoring Kaguya's words. All she wanted now was to kill the person who had dared to defile her sister.
As Kaguya continued to evade, she glanced over at Kurome, hoping for help. "Kurome, tell your sister I didn't—"
But when she looked at Kurome, her eyes nearly bulged out of her head.
Kurome was standing there, her brows furrowed in concentration, with both hands on Najenda's ample chest, kneading and squeezing as if trying to figure something out.
What the hell is going on here?