Down below, Kanoya heard a dull thud above her head, then her junior sister fell from high school like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the depths of the snow forest far away, kicking up a large amount of snow dust.
The Dragonfly Cutter also fell from high above, its tip burrowing into the snow, vibrating incessantly.
Clearly, in the brief clash just now, Tsurumi was hit by the Life-Stripping Demon.
"Little Kui?"
Kanoya was about to rush to the spot where her junior sister had landed to assist, but all she saw amidst the flying snow dust was that familiar tall figure emerging again with a knife.
By Tsurumi Aoi's side, besides the blessing aura from Teacher Mary, there was a towering white shadow that enveloped her. That white shadow kept chanting Sanskrit, carrying compassion imbued with Buddhist nature, slowly dissipating.
Meanwhile, around Tsurumi, Little Sleeve Hand's palm now had the renowned blade Hotarumaru.
