Kouhei kept weaving through the chaos, his body slipping like smoke around Masayoshi's furious, crushing blows.
Each punch came screaming through the air, slicing through space itself, yet Kouhei's form twisted away at the last heartbeat, his breath steady despite the wildness of the fight.
Masayoshi moved himself relentlessly, rage twisting his expression into something feral with every muscle trembling with the urge to kill.
Fists pounded the air, booted feet cut arcs through the dust-choked battlefield, but Kouhei was already gone before the strikes even landed, his shadow flickering like a dying flame.
The truth was clear now in Kouhei's mind.
The secret behind Masayoshi's monstrous ability.
As long as something carried mana, Masayoshi could seize it and grip its thread in the loom of time and freeze it, rewind it, or force it to move however he wished.
