Continuing to Deal with the Trash

As if sensing Kaguya's thoughts, Dr. Stylish flicked his hair back with a smug smile and said, "This is my most prized enhanced human, a true masterpiece of fashion. Not only has his body been significantly strengthened, granting him even greater speed and power than before, but his brain has also been upgraded. His reaction time is three times that of an ordinary person, and he possesses incredible—"

"Dr. Stylish," Eye weakly interrupted from the side, "Seiko... has already been taken down by that silver-haired girl."

"What? What did you say?" Dr. Stylish didn't comprehend at first, but then his eyes widened in shock, as if he had seen a ghost. "Impossible!" He quickly looked down at the battlefield below.

Just moments ago, Seiko had charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, brandishing his spear, which created a flurry of spear shadows that struck at Kaguya like falling stars.

Facing Seiko's onslaught of swift and powerful attacks, Kaguya moved with light, graceful steps, dodging effortlessly. She made it look as though she were taking a leisurely stroll rather than engaging in battle.

Perhaps due to her previous experience fighting Esdeath, even though Seiko's attacks were strong, fast, and flashy, they were still several levels below Esdeath's. Despite his enhancements, Seiko was no match.

Although Seiko's assault seemed fierce, it had a glaring flaw—his strikes lacked any semblance of finesse. Seiko's strength in the past didn't come from the sheer power or speed of his attacks, but from their flexibility and unpredictability, targeting weak spots with precision, leaving his opponents defenseless.

But now, as a puppet, Seiko had gained significant physical enhancements, yet his techniques had turned into a clumsy mess, like mud that couldn't hold its shape.

After toying with him for a while, Kaguya grew bored. What kind of fight was this? Seiko's attempts at combat were as chaotic and disorganized as a child's flailing punches.

The members of Night Raid, however, saw things differently. Akame, in particular, was shocked by Kaguya's overwhelming power, her large, beautiful eyes wide with surprise.

She had fought Kaguya before and had been no match for her, even suffering humiliation and defeat at her hands. Still, Akame hadn't been willing to accept that Kaguya was truly stronger, attributing her loss to Kaguya's trickery.

But now, it was clear that this wasn't the case at all. Akame's current speed was on par with Seiko's, perhaps even slightly inferior. If she were to face Seiko head-on, she might not be defeated, but she would certainly struggle in a prolonged battle. There was no way she could fight as effortlessly as Kaguya was.

"It's time to put you out of your misery," Kaguya said with a light laugh, all while evading Seiko's relentless attacks.

As she spoke, Kaguya's snow-white right arm flicked, and a pale bone spike shot out from her palm. She grasped the spike in her hand, while her other hand, smooth as jade, rose and aimed directly at the charging Seiko.

"Banshō Ten'in."

A massive force erupted from Kaguya's palm, instantly halting Seiko's momentum. His speed dropped drastically, as if he had been caught in quicksand, unable to move.

Seiko let out a beast-like roar, struggling desperately, his muscles tensing and veins bulging. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't break free. The powerful gravitational force was like an enormous cage, trapping him so completely that he couldn't even move a finger.

Banshō Ten'in was not something easily overcome. Even Naruto, in Sage Mode, had been unable to escape it. There was no way Seiko could break free.

Under Kaguya's Banshō Ten'in, Seiko's body was pulled irresistibly toward her. As he came within reach, Kaguya lifted her delicate arm, gripping the bone spike, and with a lightning-fast motion, thrust it toward Seiko's chest.

Thud.

The sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed as Seiko's body jerked, his eyes widening in shock. A spray of blood erupted from his mouth, forming a mist in the air.

With a flick of her arm, Kaguya sent Seiko's body flying like a ragdoll, before it crashed heavily to the ground.

Kaguya didn't bother to look at him again. Those struck by her All-Killing Ash Bone in a vital spot had no chance of survival. Even in the original story, Uchiha Obito was turned to dust by this technique. Its lethality was among the highest, with virtually no survivors once hit.

The area around the wound in Seiko's chest began to crumble, the strange red glow spreading to the rest of his body. His tissues and organs disintegrated, turning into dust that scattered into the wind.

Perhaps sensing his impending death, a flash of clarity appeared in Seiko's eyes, as if he had suddenly regained his senses. He didn't look at his wound, but instead, with great effort, turned his head to gaze at the silver-haired girl standing not far away. Unfortunately, she didn't notice his final struggle, nor did she turn around. The last thing he saw was the long silver hair cascading down her back.

Seiko's eyes remained fixed on that figure as he stretched out his arm, clutching something tightly in his hand.

Finally, his arm fell limp, and Seiko's body disintegrated into a pile of dust under the faint red light.

"Damn it!" Dr. Stylish shouted in frustration from a distance, clenching his fists in anger.

"What do we do now, Dr. Stylish?" Eye asked urgently, clearly sensing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse.

"There's nothing we can do now," Dr. Stylish said, tapping his forehead with his finger. "We need to retreat for now. Running away is the best option."

No sooner had Dr. Stylish spoken than he turned and bolted, fleeing toward the distant forest.

The Imperial Princess was indeed as formidable as the legends claimed—perhaps even more so. It seemed he would have to find another way. Maybe he should report this to Esdeath; given her temperament, she would definitely come here.

Dr. Stylish thought to himself as he ran.

"So, you're just going to run away?" a silver-haired figure stepped out of the shadows, chuckling softly. "We still have so many scores to settle, don't we, Imperial Scientist?"

"What...?" Dr. Stylish gasped in shock.