Chapter 87 - 87: Wrath Of The Ancient One (End) (1/2)
'This has gone on long enough'
Asfius tore the tattered shirt off of his body, it was already covered in countless holes thanks to all the attacks he received, exposing his perfectly sculptured physique.
”Who are you, why are you helping them?!”, The leader Katsuro asked, walking out from the group of Nekomata he approached Asfius stopping not five meters from the Titan.
”Just walk away, there is no reason for you to get involved in this.”, Katsuro had been observing Asfius, and what he saw caused his poor little heart to cramp up into a seizure. No matter how many times they struck no matter what they did there was not a single mark on the body of this being, not only that but any casual swipe from him would cause droves of his underlings to die.
Not seeing them winning against this being without incurring massive casualties and thus weakening them to the point of not even being able to put up an ounce of resistance if Yasaka decides to retaliate, Katsuro thought it would be best to go towards the more subtle art of diplomacy.
”NO”, Asfius spoke causing tremors and making the Nekomata goons take a few steps back.
”Then die!”, Katsuro moving through the tremors caused by Asfius's voice pulled out a ceremonial blade, it's edge shone with a dangerous gleam. Katsuro was finally showing the full might of an Ultimate class being as his goons couldn't even see him move before he arrived in front of Asfius the blade heading straight for where Asfius's heart ought to be.
Katsuro's heart was beating wildly, as he could already see his victory coming, he had completely taken this being by surprise and with a single step, it would be its end. He had originally not been so certain in being able to battle Yasaka as even though he too was an ultimate class Yokai or Daiyokai as they called themselves he still fell far from rivaling her in a straight-on confrontation, that was not even considering when she tapped into he almost infinite amount of spiritual power that laid dormant within Kyoto's leylines.
The only reason he had finally decided to confront her is that he had happened upon this ceremonial knife, it was uncannily sharp able to cut anything even spiritual energy itself, while also being able to suppress the flow of energy within anything it managed to cut. This was what he was going to use as his trump card to defeat Yasaka, but is seems that he would have to reveal it now much to his regret, but there was no helping his current foe... he had a feeling this being was even more frightening than a Yasaka going all out.
The knife approached Asfius's ċhėst and with a thundering sound, it struck his ċhėst.
The sound of metal hitting metal resounded causing a shockwave to explode from the contact point as its center. The Nekomata all took cover as the shockwave approached them those unlucky enough to get swept by the force either died immediately or were injured to the brink of death.
Standing up after the force swept by the Nekomata all looked towards the center as the dust slowly settled showing a horrifying scene. Katsuro's entire body was shivering as he stared wide-eyed at the contact point of his knife and Asfius's ċhėst. His bloodied hand was holding the knife with all the strength left that he could muster, the tip poking against Asfius's ċhėst merely made an indent as if he was poking the guy with his finger, there was no blood there was not even the subtle wite mark of a scratch.
Katsuro's mind was going into a panic, 'Impossable...Impossable...Impossable...Impossable...Impossable...Impossable...', the knife he had put so much stock in was useless he couldn't accept it and as his thoughts were going more erratic a shadow pulled him back to reality.
Looking up at what was covering the rays of the sun he saw Asfius looming over him, the sun behind his back throwing dark shadows over his face as his right hand was lifted into the sky and was about to decent into like the wrath of the gods.