Katsuro cracks his knuckles, his gaze sharp with familiarity.

  “You’ve got some nerve showing up here, two-timer. First, you lose to him, then you team up with him. Weaklings truly have no shame.”

  Ryuko ughs, but his eyes gleam with something darker.

  “Miss me?”

  Then, his smirk fades, repced by a deadly gre.

  “If I remember correctly, though, the main weakling in this organization was YOU.”

  Katsuro snarls, his aura fring.

  “I should’ve killed you the moment you joined the Setai. I told Kuroda it wasn’t right. A double agent leads to too many contingencies we can’t control.”

  Ryuko exhales, his expression darkening.

  “Did you pn to continuously yap before I killed you, or is this your version of st words?”

  He heaves a sigh, tilting his head slightly.

  “Well, no matter. Since a dead man tells no tales, you might as well speak as much as you can before you go.”

  A crackle of dark energy erupts from his body, the shadows around him coiling unnaturally.

  “Take Form—Erebus!”

  Twin daggers manifest, their edges glowing with abyssal energy.

  Ryuko lunges, a shadowed blur in the dim light—

  Katsuro meets him head-on, their bdes cshing in a brutal collision of speed and technique.