With a thud, Takenaka Sanbei's headless corpse toppled to the ground. Though it had not quite died, the body continued to twitch unconsciously. A sense of satisfaction born of slaughter filled my heart, and I felt utterly content.
I had barely landed when Kuraki Castle appeared once more. His eyes held a savage look, both desperate and crazed. With a kunai in each hand, he took advantage of the moment I touched down and attacked from behind, at my side.
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