As Takemikazuchi looked to see the struggling Ushiwa, a slight sound of disturbance passed through his senses.
The sound resembles that of a flute.
However, as he turned his head to look around his surroundings, he threw aside Ushiwa in order to focus completely.
"Argh! What's the big idea?!"
Lying on the cold floor, he shouted with an irritating voice towards the God of Sword; as he lay down on the cold floor, he quickly rose and pointed at him only to be met with silence.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!!"
"..."
Takemikazuchi didn't pay him any mind as he was completely focused on detecting where the sound of the flute was coming from.
'It's faint... But, I can hear it!'
The God of Sword looked back beyond the long staircase and saw an unimaginably long and thick fog covering halfway through the mountains, reaching up to the night sky.
'??!! This is not one of the Mikoto Clan's techniques!'
The sense of unfamiliarity, the lethality it holds. The danger that screams out that if you enter it, YOU'LL INEVITABLY DIE.
As he was staring at the long staircase, Ushiwa took this opportunity to slap his head.
"HAHAHAHA!! IT'S PAYBACK TIME!!"
However, as he was about to jump and sneak attack, he noticed something surrounding Takemikazuchi's body.
'W-What is this?!'
He questioned to himself as he saw the sharpness of Divine Power he was exuding with perfect control. Like a sharp blade that will soon be about to clash with a formidable enemy!
Albeit he could sense the chilling aura he was exuding, Ushiwa couldn't sense the thing that Takemikazuchi was sensing.
This is also the case for the other 4 who were still positioned in one place.
As his senses sharpened, he heard the sound of the arrow and a clang of steel coming from the fog itself.
Takemi's eyes widened in relief. Having heard the familiar sounds he was accustomed to hearing, he knew that worrying about the appearance of the fog and the sound of an unfamiliar flute was nothing to be taking note of.
The sharp blade-like aura he was exuding suddenly calmed, with perfect control of his Divinity; the pressure he exerted didn't affect his surroundings, not in the slightest.
Now that his mind was at peace, he looked back to where Ushiwa and the other 4 were.
Holding his sheath with his left hand and the hilt of the sword with the other, Divine Power flowed into the blade of his sword.
The blade etched with a unique engraving of "生" suddenly started boiling like an iron cast into a furnace teeming with extreme heat from boiling magma.
He walked a few steps down the stairs, landing on the cold floor that connected itself to the entire land of the Mikoto Clan.
Lowering his posture, his left foot slightly backed to a foot, and he disappeared in a flash, leaving threads of lightning wherever he went.
Disappearing in that moment of silence, Caskan and the other three who didn't meet him nor Ushiwa eye to eye were entrenched with a sense of the unknown.
'What's with the sudden gust of wind...?'
The three thought in certain similarities as if they were in sync.
Without an order from Ushiwa, they just knelt there as tumbling weeds passed by. The situation they were in was rather awkward.
On one hand, Ushiwa is currently being dragged by the foot by Takemikazuchi towards the Western Inner Gates.
Takemi's eyes were zigzagging in a rapid motion as he evaded all of the crowds with utmost precision.
"Ushiwa, how long has it been since you gave the order?"
As he was swaying around, he was busy avoiding hitting his head on some stranger's; holding his head with both hands, he answered in a panicky voice.
"Da Hell?!?! Let me go if you want me to answer!!"
Takemikazuchi glanced over at Ushiwa, adhering to his request; he instantly let go of his foot.
"Alright."
He spoke very nonchalantly, halting his pace. However, as he stopped running, that wasn't the case for Ushiwa, who was left to handle the constant speed even after letting him go.
"STOPPUUU!! STOPPP!!"
He shouted as he saw a merchant God who was pulling his cart to the other side, filled with golden wine.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"