Don't underestimate a Carnage

Ryuko vs Coy Slytherin

A thin purple mist curled around Coy Slytherin's hands, the venomous aura pulsing faintly with each twitch of his fingers. Ryuko took a casual step back, exhaling softly as his sharp gaze settled on the serpent before him.

"Hmmm… Poison mana, is it?" Ryuko's voice carried a faint trace of amusement. "Fits a snake like you perfectly. Though, I've never quite understood why my son, Ryomen, ever bothered to befriend you. You're just as disappointing now as you were back then."

Coy's lips twisted into a hiss, but no words came — only movement. He launched forward, blindingly fast, streams of poisonous mist trailing from his fingertips as they formed sharpened blades of toxin. Ryuko effortlessly danced back, avoiding each strike with fluid precision.

As Ryuko was mid-air, preparing to land, Coy's fists clenched together. The purple mist thickened, surging outward in a wide burst, forming a dense cloud that engulfed the battlefield.

"Suffocating Mist." Coy's voice echoed with venomous pride. "Strong enough to reduce a dragon's organs to sludge. It's over."

The mist swirled violently before finally beginning to clear — only to reveal Ryuko nowhere in sight.

Coy's eyes darted around, confusion flickering for only a heartbeat before Ryuko appeared right before him, his fist slamming into Coy's gut with brutal force. Coy's body folded from the blow, but Ryuko wasn't done. With a swift upward kick, Coy was launched into the air.

Without hesitation, Ryuko seized Coy's leg and yanked him back down, his movements seamless. A kunai flicked into Ryuko's hand, the blade flashing as it slashed across Coy's torso with a speed so blinding, it looked like a single cut — but the burning pain told otherwise.

With a final kick to Coy's chest, Ryuko sent him flying across the battlefield. Four kunai appeared in both of Ryuko's hands, launched in perfect succession. As they neared their target, Ryuko's fingers twitched — each kunai splitting into two, all connected by nearly invisible strings of mana.

"Careless as ever," Ryuko muttered, pulling out a final kunai. This one was different — a crimson symbol scrawled across its surface, glowing faintly. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it flying alongside the others.The moment the crimson kunai struck, it ignited in searing flames — the fire racing across the strings, engulfing all the kunai embedded in Coy's body in an instant blaze.

"Coy… if you couldn't defeat Ryomen, you never stood a chance against me," Ryuko said softly,

turning away from the now-burning corpse. "After all… I was blessed by a goddess herself."

As Coy's lifeless body crumbled to ash, Ryuko cast a brief glance toward the sky, his mind wandering.

"I wonder how Leon's faring… in that other world."

Without another word, Ryuko walked away, heading back toward the estate.

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Touka's Battle

Dark figures leapt from the shadows in unison, moving with coordinated precision. Their bodies flickered, some real, some nothing but illusions crafted from shadow mana. As they closed in, mana bombs rained down — each detonation rocking the ground with raw force.

Yet, when the smoke cleared, Touka stood unmoved, her arms at her sides and her expression steeped in irritation.

"Pathetic," she muttered. "You fight like gutter rats — all tricks, no bite. This is boring."

With a sigh, she raised one hand, fingers curling. The lingering shadows rippled, flowing into her palm, condensing into a sphere of dense mana. Her other hand grasped the sphere's edge, dragging it outward until it took shape — a wickedly curved scythe, its blade humming with ominous energy.

"Eclipsed Moon — Reaper's Blade."

The shadows themselves seemed to recoil from the weapon, as if even they feared it.

The attackers didn't hesitate, their hands weaving chants in unison. Winds howled, dark mana gathering into a pitch-black barrier before them — a shield designed to absorb incoming attacks.

"This barrier can—"

The first slash tore through the air before they could finish. The blade's edge devoured light itself, its hunger insatiable. More slashes followed — relentless and inevitable — each one carving through space with a dreadful whisper.

The barrier cracked.

Then shattered.

"Fall back! We need to—"

Before the words could fully leave his mouth, Touka was behind them — her movements too fast to follow. Her scythe carved through the air with ruthless elegance, each stroke leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.

When she finally stilled, nothing remained of her enemies but scattered remnants dissolving into mist.

"Never underestimate a Carnage…" Touka's voice was soft, but the weight of her words hung heavy in the silent air.

Without sparing a second glance, she turned, her weapon dissolving into darkness once more, and walked away — leaving only death in her wake.