Chapter 269: Mitsuri POV 1
Hearing Enmu’s declaration, Mitsuri’s grip on her sword tightened. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, but she quelled the growing anxiety.
Alex is helping those children while I’m up here, and this demon thinks he can threaten him? Her grip on her Nichirin Blade tightened.
"Love Breathing, Second Form: Love Pangs!" Mitsuri murmured, her voice filled with determination.
With a burst of speed, she closed the distance between herself and Enmu. Her blade danced like a ribbon in the wind, striking with precision and grace. The sharp edge sliced clean through his neck in one fluid motion, separating his head from his body. For a moment, Enmu’s head tumbled through the air, his expression frozen in shock. Mitsuri landed gracefully a few feet away, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths.
"Not so confident now, are you?" she said, her voice low and resolute.
But something was wrong. Enmu’s head didn’t disintegrate as it should have. Instead, his lips curled into an eerie smile, even as it lay severed from his body. His headless form didn’t collapse either. Instead, it stood unnaturally still, the movements jerky as his body picked up the fallen head and reattached it.
"Did you really think it would be that easy?" Enmu chuckled, his voice dark and mocking. "I’m no ordinary demon, Mitsuri Kanroji. You see, this body isn’t truly mine. It’s just a fragment of my power."
"What do you mean?" Mitsuri demanded, her eyes narrowing.
Enmu gestured to the train beneath them. "This train... is my true body. I’ve fused with it completely. Every engine, every carriage, every seat—it’s all a part of me now. And all the passengers within? They’re mine to toy with." His grin widened, his tone dripping with malice. "You think you’ve won by cutting my head? All you’ve done is ensure that I get to show you the depths of my power."
Mitsuri’s heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation. She glanced at the train, her mind racing. If Enmu truly was the train, then everyone inside was in mortal danger. She couldn’t let him harm them—not the passengers, not the children, and certainly not Alex.