Ryuuto didn't bother hiding the irritation twisting across his face.
"You stacked up this many corpses and still act surprised people want you dead?"
Sand spiraled around him like a rising storm column. The Decapitating Blade dropped from his shoulder as he charged straight for Butterfly's skull.
Butterfly whipped her wavy hair back and staggered away, desperately snapping her power across the battlefield to resurrect every available corpse. If she'd been alone, she would never have dared take that swing head-on.
A crater split open.
The ground behind her was carved with a single monstrous slash mark. She'd dodged it. Barely.
Ryuuto tilted his head, lips curling.
"Oh? Future-sense, huh. Guess you really do have enough arrogance to justify it."
Scarlet surged across his eyes.
Sharingan—open.
The world sharpened, slowed, and bent to his will.
"Don't pretend you're some god!" Butterfly spat. "If you're so tough, stop posturing and HIT ME!"
Her voice cracked. She refused to meet his gaze. Every instinct screamed that if she didn't run now, she'd never run again.
Then the walls burst.
Roars erupted as prisoners—freshly resurrected, jaws unhinged, claws scraped to bone—ripped free from the rubble.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Blood-red eyes glared at Ryuuto like a pack of starving demons.
Their combined shriek ripped the sky, making birds drop mid-flight.
Butterfly lifted her chin proudly.
"Let's see you handle THIS! Just lie down and become puppet-food already!"
Too bad for her, Ryuuto only sighed.
"Dead bodies again? Lady, you really don't learn."
He holstered the blade.
Butterfly froze.
He wasn't even guarding himself.
"Today," Ryuuto said, chakra coiling like a tightened spring, "I wipe ALL of this garbage out."
Fire Style: Phoenix Fire Technique!
Hands blurred. His lungs expanded.
A geyser of blazing red flame roared from his mouth, swallowing the undead in an instant. One heartbeat they were charging. The next, only ash remained.
Butterfly recoiled, coughing blood as the backlash slammed into her body.
"What—what the hell is this kid!? How many abilities does he have?!"
She stumbled, furious, terrified, and humiliated all at once.
Ryuuto walked toward her through drifting embers.
"Relax." His tone was almost casual. "I'm not letting you die fast. You're going to enjoy purgatory first."
Genjutsu: Song Suspension.
Ryuuto blurred forward. Butterfly blinked—and he was already in front of her.
His Mangekyō Sharingan filled her vision like a falling moon.
"Y-you—"
Her voice died.
Blood-red dusk swallowed her. The world twisted into a landscape of crows and crucifixes. She found herself strapped to a wooden cross while Ryuuto stabbed her again and again, each cut sinking straight into her soul.
"You damn brat!" she shrieked. "Using illusions on ME? I won't fall for your cheap tricks!"
To her credit, her soul-type mutation was strong. She ripped at the illusion with everything she had and managed to tear herself free.
Black energy surged through her claws.
"Then try MY hell! Let's see if YOU can survive!"
A howling sphere of cursed aura formed behind her, skull-faces swirling inside it. The sky dimmed, the air iced, and death itself seemed to crawl out.
Ryuuto didn't even raise a hand.
"Cute. You think my illusions are that shallow?"
His grin cut sharper.
Mangekyō Sharingan: Tsukuyomi.
The world snapped.
Before the black aura even reached him, Butterfly's mind cracked like glass. She collapsed to her knees, screaming as blood poured from her eyes. Her magic unraveled instantly; the cursed energy burned itself out in the air.
"Stop it stop it STOP—!"
Her voice shredded, breaking into hysterical shrieks.
Inside Tsukuyomi she was trapped in a timeless hell, infinite cycles of torment gouging at her sanity.
Ryuuto exhaled softly.
"Pathetic. You built this fate yourself. Maybe next life you try not being a monster."
Butterfly hit the ground face-first, bleeding from her eyes, ears, nose—everywhere.
Her heart stopped.
Death by terror.
A soft chime echoed in Ryuuto's mind.
[Ding! Mission complete!]
[Reward: 20 Integration Points]
[Bonus: 1x Lucky Wheel Spin earned!]
"Finally," he muttered. "Something good."
He leapt out of the ruined prison, sprinting across rooftops with renewed energy.
Shion's lazy voice chimed in his head.
"Host, you're smiling like an idiot. Did killing her feel THAT good?"
Ryuuto rolled his eyes. "Just spin the damn wheel when I say."
"Tsundere violence noted," Shion snorted.
Ryuuto didn't deny it. The night wind felt lighter than usual.