Sanemi Shinazugawa's pupils slightly contracted, and his gloomy expression visibly worsened.
In his rage, he violently shook off Mizuki's hand, a trace of manic laughter appearing on his lips: "Are you trying to die, woman?"
Mizuki calmly rubbed her wrist: "I'm truly sick of your insincere idiocy. Since you want to talk to me while lying down, I'll grant your wish."
As the saying goes, lies don't hurt people; the truth is the sharpest blade.
If Sanemi Shinazugawa truly didn't care as much as he pretended, then even if Genya wasn't an entirely dispensable existence to him, he shouldn't just be shouting threats without taking actual action.
At least, in Mizuki's opinion, compared to Sanemi Shinazugawa, Michikatsu was far more ruthless in this regard.
He would never give her a chance to refute him; he always believed that what he said was absolutely correct.
Unlike this guy, who only wastes time making threats.
Michikatsu would genuinely deal with her.
"Perfect!" Sanemi Shinazugawa's ferocious smile twisted further. "I've been annoyed with you for a long time, woman."
"You're clearly a demon, yet you insist on pretending to be human. It's truly nauseating."
Kochou Kanae's expression changed, and she reprimanded him: "Stop it! Sanemi!"
That was going too far; it couldn't be excused as a joke anymore.
However, Sanemi Shinazugawa, having already lost his temper due to the double provocation from Genya and Mizuki, completely ignored Kanae.
"If Master hadn't taken you in, I would have already..."
Mizuki frowned and looked up, immediately followed by Sanemi Shinazugawa's pupils sharply contracting.
With a crash, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind slicing past Genya, Sanemi's figure vanished.
Everyone looked toward the Dojo in shock; thick clouds of dust were billowing out from the opposite side of the Dojo.
Mizuki slowly retracted her raised leg, holding her Nichirin Blade expressionlessly as she headed toward the Dojo.
"Wait..." Shinazugawa Genya instinctively tried to reach out and stop her, but was startled to notice a strand of white hair turning crimson at the tips, rapidly spreading.
An indescribable sense of oppression surged forward, clamping down on Genya's throat, making him unable to utter a single sound.
What a powerful Aura... stronger than that guy's presence... Kochou Kanae recalled the demon who always wore a fake smile, and sweat beaded on her forehead. She took two steps forward, pushing against Mizuki's pressure.
No, she had to stop these two.
Before she had walked two steps, a force grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.
Kanae looked back in surprise: "Shinobu?"
Kochou Shinobu held her wrist and gently shook her head.
"Let them fight it out. For someone like Mr. Shinazugawa, fighting is a better form of communication than direct dialogue."
Besides, those words made her angry too.
Even as a joke, it was excessive, and it wasn't even a joke.
No wonder Mizuki got angry.
As Mizuki stepped into the Dojo, ferocious demon horns had fully emerged from the top of her head.
"Wha—what's happening?"
Inside the Dojo, the bewildered swordsmen nervously watched the white smoke rising from the wall opposite them, completely oblivious to Mizuki stepping into the Dojo.
"Is that Lord Shinazugawa?"
Is he dealing with someone?
If you offend Lord Shinazugawa, nine lives wouldn't be enough.
How miserable.
Everyone thought this simultaneously.
It couldn't be helped; Sanemi Shinazugawa's reputation preceded him.
As someone inadvertently turned their head, the look in their eyes shifted from pity to confusion, then to terror, and they couldn't look away.
"I hope Lord Shinazugawa goes easy on them and doesn't beat them to death." The person next to him turned around, saw his companion frozen, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Matsushita, what's with that expression?"
He followed his companion's gaze, his pupils sharply contracted, and he too froze on the spot.
His teeth chattered, and his pupils trembled violently: "A demon... a demon is here!"
"What nonsense."
"Why are you talking crazy in broad daylight?"
His terrified shouts drew the attention of many, and they all promptly froze.
Mizuki glanced at the shocked crowd around her and said flatly, "Have none of you ever seen a demon before?"
Their mental fortitude is too weak. It makes her seriously doubt whether these people can be of any help.
"It... it spoke..." someone said in shock.
Mizuki was speechless. Even demons can talk, right?
There's no rule that says demons can't talk, is there?
Is she the stupid one, or are these people?
"No, it can't be a demon, can it? It's daytime right now." Some people refused to believe the facts their eyes showed them.
"Isn't that Young Miss Mizuki from the Butterfly Mansion?"
"Young Miss Mizuki?"
"The one who came carrying the box just now. Although her hair color has changed, and those horns on her head..."
But they must be fake, right?
How could a demon possibly come out during the day?
Crackle... From within the white dust, the sound of wooden planks creaking and being casually thrown to the ground emerged. Sanemi Shinazugawa waved away the dust in the training area and walked out, the ferocious smile on his lips becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
"You've got guts." Sanemi Shinazugawa looked at Mizuki with a maniacal expression, his entire being a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"Your words are too hurtful. Even I would be displeased." Mizuki casually picked up a wooden sword from a nearby rack and placed her Nichirin Blade onto it.
Seeing her stance, Sanemi Shinazugawa grinned, and the wooden sword gripped in his hand could finally be brought down.
Swoosh~
Sanemi Shinazugawa's figure vanished from his spot, reappearing instantly in front of Mizuki, his Nichirin Blade raised high, slashing toward her.
Mizuki took half a step back. Sanemi Shinazugawa smashed the floor with a crash, then, gripping the hilt with both hands, he backhanded the splintered wood ripped from the floor toward Mizuki.
Mizuki tilted her head. The wooden plank scraped past her cheek and flew out of the Dojo, nearly hitting Kanae, who had entered to evacuate the crowd.
Kanae shouted, "Everyone, get out."
Her voice reminded everyone that regardless of whether Young Miss Mizuki was truly a demon or not, the fight between her and Lord Shinazugawa could easily affect them.
Judging by the intensity, this wasn't a fight they could intervene in. If they got caught in the crossfire, they'd be unlucky.
Everyone quickly hugged the corners and rushed out of the Dojo, which was soon cleared, leaving only two figures flashing inside.
Every now and then, a section of the floor would be smashed, or a long scratch would be gouged into the wall.
The fighting was extremely fierce.
"He's... he's being suppressed, Lord Shinazugawa." The squad members stood outside the Dojo, watching the situation inside in shock.
"Huh? Can you guys see clearly?"
"Why don't you just wait until they stop to look?"
...
Although it was difficult to see clearly, when they paused, it was still possible to figure out who was superior and who was inferior.
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