"You merely shredded my kimono... not even enough to kill an infant. Once I dispatch you all... the rest will proceed easily."

His words hung heavily in the air. You, Gyomei, and Sanemi stood there, struggling to catch your breath as you all looked at him. The others had either fallen or were still fighting the upper moons scattered throughout the Infinity Castle. Kokushibo had transformed, his flesh katana now a monstrous 230 centimeters wide with three blades sticking out of it. The cold steam rising from his nose only made his menacing presence even more terrifying. It was clear now; Kokushibo wasn’t playing around and the battle ahead would be nothing short of brutal.