Hiroshima formed a hand sign.
"Supreme Expansion of Space: Soul Pocus."
The world twisted.
A domain bloomed outward—purple, warped, suffocating. Space bent unnaturally, like reality itself was being wrung dry. The air grew heavy, crushing against the chest, clawing at the mind. Fear whispered from every direction, crawling into the soul.
Inside this space, hesitation was death.
Those who felt fear—those who doubted—had their souls ripped away.
The space fully formed—
and Yura didn't stop moving.
Hiroshima lunged in an instant, vanishing—then reappearing behind him.
THUD!
Yura was slammed into the ground.
Hiroshima backed off immediately.
But Yura was already moving.
He lunged just as fast—
THUD!
Hiroshima was slammed into the ground instead, staggered, breath knocked from his lungs.
Yura stared down at him coldly.
Memories surfaced—
that night, the screams, the loss, everything dear to him torn away.
"You guys kill…" Yura said, his voice flat, emotionless, terrifying.
"…without knowing that you can be killed."
His eyes sharpened.
"Now I will kill you."
Hiroshima's eyes widened.
For the first time in years, his heart pounded violently. Fear surged. He tried to counter—
BOOM! BOOM!
Yura's kick landed—fast, brutal—
slamming Hiroshima into the ground.
He followed with a relentless barrage.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The space shattered.
But the barrage didn't stop.
Hiroshima's head snapped sideways, blood bursting from his nose, his body wrecked and trembling. Blood dripped from his lips, splattering onto the fractured ground.
Yura stood over him.
His eyes were cold.
Not furious.
Not panicked.
Just terrifyingly calm.