Jin appears in front of the group of purple Tao
Jin Kisigi swept his purple bangs back with a sharp flick of his fingers, eyes narrowing as Ogi lifted himself from the crater. Dust slid off Jin's shoulders like smoke, untouched by the chaos.
Ogi laughed, wide and feral, teeth bright against blood-smeared skin."Jin Kisigi," he said slowly, savoring the name. "Second Asura. Heir to the Kisigi Clan. Man, this day keeps getting better."
Jin reached behind his back and drew four blades, strapped in an X across his shoulders. Each was thin and curved, their steel etched with Kisigi scripture that pulsed faintly violet.
"Kill?" Jin said flatly, twirling one blade once. "You're throwing that word around pretty casually for someone standing in front of an Asura."
His eyes hardened."And Scissors attacking the Hunter Association? That's not rebellion. That's suicide."
Ogi shrugged, rolling his neck."Don't ask me. I'm just here to have fun."
Jin stepped closer."So you're saying you're not even loyal?"
Ogi leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched, breath hot, grin unhinged."I've been too busy enjoying myself to ask questions."
He swung.
The bandaged hammer slammed down with cataclysmic force. The rooftop collapsed inward, steel supports screaming as concrete shattered.
But Jin wasn't there.
A violet flash cut the air.
Ogi stiffened as a thin purple line appeared across his chest. Jin stood behind him, blades humming softly, Tao dripping like mist from their edges.
Ogi looked down, touched the cut, then smeared the blood across his cheek like war paint."Heh. You hit hard."
He didn't get another word.
A girl with messy black hair slammed down beside him, hands snapping through seals."Push!"
The air warped violently.
Jin slid backward—boots carving trenches in the roof—but the girl suddenly gasped, blood pouring from her nose as she staggered. Her Tao recoiled, destabilized.
Above them, a boy with bright pink hair circled on a manta-shaped glider, shouting through a megaphone."Ogi! Pull back! Form Beta! Form Beta!"
The marked soldiers moved instantly.
A power-built teen zigzagged forward, steam venting from his skin, momentum compounding with every step.
The rooftop liquefied beneath Jin's feet as the swamp-user dropped low, tongue dragging sludge outward, trying to drown him in living mire.
Two identical twins burst in from opposite sides, grinning through nerves of steel.
"Left twin ready!""Right twin ready!"
Their bodies detonated—twin explosions ripping across the roof—only to reform instantly from surviving fragments, flesh knitting back together like death was a suggestion.
Jin exhaled.
"Your techniques are impressive," he said calmly. "But you don't understand how fights like this work."
He moved.
Not fast.
Instant.
The swamp-user's throat opened under Jin's blade before his Tao could finish expanding. Jin was already airborne, angling toward the pink-haired rider—
—when one twin rocketed upward, body glowing white-hot, primed to explode.
"Perfect," Jin said.
He twisted midair and drove all four blades cleanly into the twin's torso, pinning him like a specimen. Jin flashed two fingers toward the others as the twin went limp.
"Two down."
The pink-haired boy swallowed hard."He… he already figured out the twins' cycle."
Below, the remaining twin rushed toward his brother.
Jin stared at him, almost confused."That was a dumb move."
He kicked both twins onto the manta glider—now restrained in glowing Tao cuffs—before landing lightly back on the rooftop.
The pink-haired rider caught them in shock. He can't even activate without his twin…
"Ogi," he barked. "Mira. Granny. Plan Alpha."
Ogi laughed and rushed forward alone."What can I say? I hate teamwork."
The hammer came down.
Jin blocked with a single blade. The impact rattled the entire building, shockwaves buckling steel. Jin slid back a step—just one.
The power-builder slammed into Jin from behind.
Jin pivoted midair and kicked him aside like debris.
The swamp-user—regenerating, tongue snapping—hurled sludge again. Jin cut through the pull of gravity itself, severing the force before it touched him.
From above, the rider shouted,"Don't let him breathe! Form Gamma!"
"Pull!" Mira cried.
Jin felt the vector lock onto him—then sliced the air, cleaving the technique clean in half.
Ogi burst in, hammer screaming.
Jin parried.Ogi swung again.Jin ducked.
Ogi laughed louder."You're fun! Way more fun than those monks!"
Jin sliced Ogi's arm. Ogi didn't flinch—he grabbed Jin's wrist and kneed him across the jaw.
Jin skidded back, boots sparking.
Then—
Jin vanished.
Not movement.Not speed.
Absence.
Purple light erupted across the rooftop in a web of intersecting slashes.
The swamp-user collapsed, carved with dozens of shallow wounds.The power-builder dropped unconscious mid-turn.The twins tried to detonate—Jin struck both foreheads simultaneously, cancelling the reaction before ignition.
He reappeared behind Ogi.
Silence.
Ogi turned slowly, smiling like a man staring at a miracle."Round two?"
He swung.
Jin raised all four blades.
And the rooftop—
shattered.