Domain of the Fallen

Headquarters Prison

Koni Dio released the Oni's throat, dropping him to the cold stone floor.

"What the hell do you want?" the Oni rasped, glaring up.

"Who were you sent to kill?" Dio demanded.

"The kid," the Oni said. "The Kindled Blooded one."

"That's all?" Dio pressed.

"I promise, that's all," the Oni replied. Then his eyes widened with realization. "Wait—you're the guy… the one who beheaded Tanju in the Kabukicho district!"

Dio's eyes widened. "What did you say?"

The Oni laughed maniacally. "Hahaha, you're him, aren't you? Hahah!"

Dio remained silent, his expression darkening.

"You're no secret anymore," the Oni taunted. "All this time you tried to hide it, but your senses seem to have dulled. One of our kind saw you—hahaha! We know who you are! Everyone who sees your Crimson Art dies, isn't that so? Hahah! But now what will you do?"

Dio raised his hand over the Oni's head. "This," he said coldly. A searing crimson radiation erupted from his palm, engulfing the Oni in a blazing inferno of blood energy. The force vaporized the Oni's body in an instant, leaving nothing behind—not even ash. The blast tore a massive hole in the cell wall, the stone shattering outward. Dio clenched his fist, containing his fury as cracks spiderwebbed through the remaining structure.

Prison guards rushed in, breathless. "What's going on? Where is he?"

Dio appeared outside the cell in a flash. "It's taken care of."

The guard froze, sweat dripping from his forehead, swallowing hard in shock.

Private Plane

Konatsu stretched, yawning. "When do we land exactly? I'm kinda bored."

Gintama lounged in his seat, sipping juice. "Just take your time, dude, and relax."

"About 10 minutes," Mitsuru said, glancing at her watch.

The plane jolted slightly.

"What was that?" Kenmochi asked, gripping his armrest.

"It's probably wind," Gintama said dismissively.

The plane shook again, harder this time.

"That's no wind," Mitsuru said, her voice tense. She peered out the window and cursed. "Shit, we've got company."

"What is it?" Kenmochi asked, alarmed.

"We're being tailed," Mitsuru said.

Gintama leaned to the window. "What the—" The windows shattered , the cabin decompressing violently. Oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling.

"Put those on, all of you!" Mitsuru yelled.

Everyone scrambled to secure their masks.

"We've got to land this plane as quickly as we can," Mitsuru said, "or we're gonna crash."

"How do we do that?" Kenmochi asked, voice muffled.

Mitsuru froze, unsure. "Hang tight." She glanced outside. "Not enough distance—fuck."

She bolted to the pilot's cabin. "You see that plane over there? I need you to get as close as possible."

"Understood, ma'am," the pilot replied.

The plane veered closer to the enemy craft. Mitsuru muttered, "Hope this works." She mimicked a gun with her fingers, firing a burst of blood—but it fell short. "Damn it!"

She grabbed a pistol, emptied the magazine, and manifested blood bullets from her palm. Hardening them into crimson projectiles, she loaded them into the gun and fired four precise shots. Each hit the enemy plane, the blood bullets bursting on impact. "Bam," she whispered. The enemy plane erupted in a fiery explosion, debris raining into the sky.

She turned to the pilot. "We need to land now."

"Where can we land?" the pilot asked.

"Anywhere!" Mitsuru yelled.

"We can land in the Arakawa River," the pilot said.

"Do it!" Mitsuru ordered.

The plane descended sharply, aiming for the river.

"Hold on, everyone!" Mitsuru shouted.

"Oh shit, we're going down!" Gintama yelped.

"Is this how I die?!" Konatsu wailed.

"Just hold on, guys!" Kenmochi said, gripping Kakaro tightly.

The plane leveled out, skimming the water before landing with a jarring thud. "Shit, that was a close call," Gintama breathed.

"Go outside now!" Mitsuru commanded.

They scrambled out, standing atop the plane stuck in the river.

"Something's not right," Mitsuru said, scanning the horizon.

"How so?" Konatsu asked.

"The plane—why didn't they fight back?" Mitsuru said. "They had every opportunity, but they didn't."

"Well, I didn't see anything in the sky," Kenmochi said. "Even if I'm blind, I could still able to see peoples blood but i didnt see anything."

"I was thinking about " Gintama added. "How did they break our windows?"

Mitsuru's eyes widened. "Everybody, get out of this river FAST!"

They swam across, Mitsuru guiding Kenmochi through the water. Drying off on the bank, Kenmochi asked, "What's going on, Mitsuru?"

"I thought it was a trap," Mitsuru began. "I thought we—" A bullet slammed into her stomach. She coughed up blood, staggering. "Run! It is a trap!"

Onis emerged, surrounding them. Kakaro darted to Mitsuru, reaching to heal her, but an Oni snapped, "Don't you place your hand on her, kid!"

"When I heal myself," Mitsuru growled, "I swear I'll kill all of you."

The lead Oni smirked. "Don't be silly. Do you think I'd shoot you with a regular bullet?"

Mitsuru's strength faded. "Poison," she realized.

The Oni clapped. "Poison. Now, let's get down to business. If you give us the kid, we won't kill you. I think that's a good deal, don't you?"

"Like hell we'd ever turn him over!" Kenmochi shouted.

"no no no Wrong answer," the Oni said. A blood weapon—a jagged sword—materialized in his hand. blood strings lashed out from it, binding everyone in an instant.

The Oni strode toward Kenmochi. "If you won't turn him over, I'll take him myself."

"You bastard!" Mitsuru spat. "You won't get away with this!"

everyone strained, unable to move even their heads. The Oni approached Kakaro, striking him in the neck. The kid crumpled, unconscious. The Oni released his binds and hoisted him up.

Mitsuru formed a gun with her fingers, firing a small burst of blood at the chains binding them. "Bam," she whispered. The binds shattered in a small explosion. Gintama, Konatsu, and Kenmochi charged, blood weapons flashing in their hands.

The lead Oni grinned. "You bitch." He dodged their blades effortlessly, his subordinates watching with cold eyes. He seized Gintama's foot mid-strike, swinging him downward with monstrous force. The ground exploded into a massive crater, Gintama coughing up vomit as he hit the dirt.

Konatsu conjured another blade, hurling it at the Oni. The Oni sidestepped, but Konatsu surged forward, appearing inches from his face. The Oni evaded again, grabbing Konatsu's arm and lifting him high. "You're fast, kid," he sneered, slamming him down with a bone-crunching CRASH. "But not fast enough."

Kenmochi charged, swinging his blade with desperate fury. The Oni dodged every strike, taunting, "You're so weak." With a brutal punch to Kenmochi's stomach, he dropped him to his knees.

The Oni gripped Kenmochi's hair, yanking his head up. "You've got a big mouth for someone so weak. Those blindfolds—I was wondering what they were for. You're blind, aren't you? hahaha For someone so weak and blind, you're not worthy of your life." His fist plunged through Kenmochi's stomach, blood pouring out as Kenmochi collapsed, lifeless.

Gintama and Konatsu lay knocked out cold. The Oni stepped over their bodies, approaching Mitsuru. "You're a strong one, aren't you? But you let your guard down, and that cost you your life. I'm gonna kill you now, and I'll make it quick." He wrapped his hands around her throat, choking her, life slowly leaving Mitsuru.

Suddenly, Kenmochi's finger twitched. The Oni released Mitsuru, turning back. "What is this? Isn't he dead? There's a huge hole in his body—how is he not dead?" He checked Kenmochi's pulse. "He's dead. Maybe it's the blood draining. Doesn't matter."

He started toward Mitsuru again. "Where was I?" Kenmochi's hand moved once more. The Oni froze. "What is this?"

Kenmochi rose slowly, his wound sealing shut, blood stitching itself back together. "What do you think you're doing?" 

The Oni's teeth clenched. "What is this? How are you still alive?!"

"I… I haven't lost yet," Kenmochi said, standing tall.

"I'll kill you, you little brat!" the Oni roared, taking a step forward.

A crimson aura exploded from Kenmochi's body, enveloping the battlefield in a shimmering blood domain. The air thickened, the world warping into a surreal, red-tinged void.

"What is this?" the Oni snarled. "Is this some kind of trick?"

No one else remained—just Kenmochi and the Oni, trapped in the domain.

"Answer me!!" the Oni bellowed.

Kenmochi stayed silent, his presence eerie and unshaken.

The Oni charged, his fist blazing with blood energy, aimed to obliterate Kenmochi. But his hand passed through—Kenmochi vanished like a phantom, leaving only a ripple in the crimson air.

The Oni spun, eyes darting. The ground beneath him shifted, turning to a shallow pool of blood-water. "This has to be some kind of Crimson Art," he muttered. "But what is this? Is this kid actually capable of creating a domain, or is it some kind of—"

A hand burst from the blood-water, seizing his leg with an iron grip. The Oni froze, staring down. Five hands—no, ten, then fifteen—erupted from the pool, clawing at him. Their strength was unrelenting, dragging him downward. He thrashed, panic surging as the hands multiplied, pulling him deeper into the crimson abyss. "No! NO!" he screamed, his voice echoing as he sank, swallowed by the blood-water.

Reality snapped back. The Oni's body lay lifeless on the ground, his followers cut down around him—each felled by Kenmochi's unseen strikes .

Kenmochi turned to Kakaro. "Heal Mitsuru—quickly!"

Kakaro rushed over, pressing his hands to Mitsuru's wounds. Blood flowed from his palms, sealing the bullet hole. Mitsuru gasped, coughing as she came to. "What happened?"

"Heal Konatsu and Gintama too," Kenmochi said. The kid obeyed, reviving them one by one.

"Hey, Kenmochi," Mitsuru said, sitting up. "What happened?"

Before he could answer, Kenmochi's enhanced hearing caught a faint twitch—the lead Oni's foot moved. In an instant, a blood blade materialized in Kenmochi's hand. He flung it with deadly precision, piercing the Oni's forehead, ending him for good.

Mitsuru stared. "Kenmochi?"

To Be Continued…