Dura 1 Volume 4

Shaking his head, he refused to speak about the empty space of those five years—

"No, I have never been the type to do things like talk. My parents, brother, sister, fame—I've discarded all of them. All I have is this sword, and the oaths I make to it."

In his hand, Ryuuzume manifested.

"Even if it's only this much, a wound is a wound. As promised, I will be your opponent."

In an instant, from within the core of Ryuuzume, a windstorm that devoured everything began to blow. Just like the time that it had clashed with Stella's Katharterio Salamandra—

"Kusanagi."

The sword descended like a tornado. The excess current from the backlash of Takemikazuchi covered her entire body. Touka couldn't move a single muscle due to the spasms from that overload, so it was only a matter of course that she didn't dodge—

I'm sorry… everyone….

The wind-clad dragon's claw ripped through Touka's consciousness ruthlessly.