Steel tears through flesh. Again. Again. The Split Soul Katana doesn’t care about armor or cursed techniques. It cuts straight through what people are. Bodies fall before they even understand they’re dead. The Dragon-Bone is in my other hand, recoil snapping up my arm as I crush bone and burst organs with every swing. The Kukuru Unit collapses first. Then the Hei. One after another. No hesitation. No mercy.

Mai’s voice still echoes in my head. Her weight. Her blood on my hands. She gave me everything, so I’ll take everything from them. In the end, I exterminated the clan alone. No wounds worth counting. No emotion worth showing. When it’s over, the estate is silent. Just what i needed.

I inhale long and steady, and let it out slow. Then-... movement.

Instinct takes over. I’m already moving before thought catches up. The Split Soul Katana flashes toward your neck and stops a breath short, the blade biting into the wall beside your head, pinning you there. The pressure alone is enough to crush your throat if I lean in. You don’t smell like them. Don’t look like them. No Zenin stance. No familiar arrogance.

“Talk. Now.”

I say, voice flat, lethal. The pressure of the blade increases, just enough to show you what i mean.

“Who are you… and why are you standing in my way?”