Chapter 402: {Oni } (2/2)

Yet you dare to fight in the name of your loss!? One measly lover!?"

Clint stopped mid step His jaw set Before, his eyes were serious but not particularly driven Now, they were Driven by cold, long-nurtured anger "Then how about we put our losses on the line"

"What?" asked Shuten Doji He held back a desire to involuntarily step back

"Your losses against ive justice to all those countless lives you're talking about If I win, I get to prove my wife's loss was deeper than everyone you're jabberin' about"

"What kind of ht philosophy is that? More nonsense!"

"You're right It is nonsense But that's the thing Loss is nonsensical It hurts hard no matter what the numbers say or how the scales lie" Clint's ar down the middle

Muscle fibers and severed bone detached and re-arranged into a bladed structure A lossy touch

"Then you fight to soothe the pain? The old wounds?" Shuten Doji shook his head "Killing me will not heal that pain If it did, you would have come for me far sooner, when the hurt was still fresh"

"Maybe Maybe not I'll let your corpse knohether you were right or not" Clint disappeared, skin refracting light into pure invisibility

Shuten Doji rees in wind pressure from behind him He reacted with the adaptability of a trained professional, no, more than a simple experienced hters in the entire world

His poas classed under the 'Truory that involved abilities that overlapped across ories In this case, his power could convert alcohol into several different effects

There was, as he showcased now, the Creator class ability to create ice constructs He also had the Blaster class ability to breathe fire or explosive fireballs

But to truly dance with the top of the top, where physical powerhouses were a diory application

He could circulate alcohol throughout his veins and convert it into a body strengthening agent, drath, speed, and even reflexes, at the cost of increasing his drunkenness

Shuten Doji swayed backwards, folding back at the waist like he was an extre purple veins - a visual indicator that the alcohol was strengthening him

Clint's blade ar sound He stared down at Shuten Doji with narrowed eyes, but he was still stuck , wide open for a counter attack

Shuten Doji sprung back, pushi+ng off the ground with a handstand that fueled a double kick right into Clint's jaw Impact, or rather, the explosion of the blow sent Clint hurtling several dozens of s furled out, stopping hiher He put a hand to his ers coated with copious amounts of blood back His jaw had shattered down thein hisly shards

"Heh" Clint gurgled out He grabbed his loose jaw and ripped it off Alaping wound like bubbling foa into a ne

This ti that er had a visible mouth Just pure protective plate

"You hit a lot harder than before," said Clint, his voice projecting outwards through little holes in his th, speed, reactivity - every part of you's iured out there's a lot ht," said Shuten Doji as he swayed back to standing He shi+fted fro drunken thy hair swayed with hiht violet, the blood vessels gleaainst the canvas of the eye whites Like this, with his stubby horns, he looked like a demon - like Shuten Doji, the drunken oni which he was naht I'd sworn off day drinkin'" He glared up at Clint with shaky, unfocused eyes, but Clint knew better than anyone else that those drunken eyes were a thousand ti than any other expression Shuten Doji could have made

"I tried talkin' ya outta this, I really did But if it's a fight ya want, then it's a fight yer gonna have!"