Indigo in hue, as clear as a spring, the ichimonji drew a long arc as it fell, undulating and darting forward like a dragon surging through waves.
Every exorcist present could clearly see that unforgettable, otherworldly scene the moment Kamiyagawa swung his blade.
The clouds and drizzle swirling around the sacred cherry spread swiftly toward the blade's edge, then, with a speed like lightning, the rain vanished utterly, as if the ichimonji's blade bore a black hole that could swallow all things.
The dazzling thunderbolt entwined at the blade exploded forth.
Raalala!
A spear of golden lightning, as if summoned, pierced the clouds from the pitch-black heavens behind Kamiya, splitting above everyone's heads into countless web-like flashes, illuminating Kamiyagawa's figure standing atop the trunk of the cursed sakura, blindingly bright.
Autumn's Precision.
Or perhaps this was no longer merely Autumn's Precision, but the ultimate secret of Kenryu Tachi at its transcendental stage—