Just as Fujiwara Daisuke pointed the scabbard at the Demon Blade, the blade suddenly reacted with extreme resistance, trying hard to retreat in the opposite direction.
However, just as the Demon Blade conceived the idea of retreat, it abruptly halted its movement; the blade began to tremble uncontrollably, slowly edging closer to the scabbard.
On the other side, Fujiwara Daisuke clenched his jaw tightly, veins coursed through his forehead, sweat dripped from the top of his head, looking as though he was being tortured.
After a moment, Fujiwara Daisuke's perseverance was not in vain. The Demon Blade, unable to withstand the stalemate, finally dashed into the scabbard with a swift sound.
Fujiwara Daisuke stumbled unwillingly, carried by inertia, and hastily grasped the Star Staff in his hand to prevent the risk of falling from a height.
