The red door swung open—and Akitsu Shouga was already moving.

  Steel rang. Shadows screamed. Pain slammed into his ribs before his mind could fully register it.

  “—Shouga?!”

  Rhen Calder’s voice sliced through the chaos, snapping Akitsu into focus.

  Akitsu twisted instinctively, rolling as a blade of condensed darkness tore through the space where his head had been only a heartbeat earlier. He hit the ground hard, stone biting into his palms, skidded across shattered cobblestones, and came up on one knee.

  “…Great,” he muttered under his breath. “Mid-fight insertion.”

  Around them, the street was a living nightmare. Lanterns shattered into glittering fragments across the pavement. Buildings leaned inwards, crooked and silent, like corpses observing the carnage below. The night sky pulsed unnaturally, shadows crawling along walls as if alive, writhing in anticipation.

  At the center of it all—Yurei.

  Its form flickered, unstable, a shifting silhouette between humanoid and something far more grotesque. Black tendrils leaked from its limbs, evaporating into mist before touching the ground. Its head tilted, a slow, deliberate motion, as if recognizing Akitsu personally.

  “You,” it whispered, voice low and hollow. “Again.”

  Akitsu rose fully, Joyeuse in hand, the cloth wrapping torn away to reveal the blade gleaming like condensed light.

  “Yeah,” he said flatly. “Miss me?”

  Rhen stood a few meters away, Masamune raised defensively. His breath was steady, measured, but his eyes betrayed tension as they flicked between Akitsu and Yurei.

  “You dropped in like that on purpose?” Rhen snapped.

  “No,” Akitsu replied evenly. “But we’re not wasting it.”

  Yurei’s shadow stretched unnaturally, reaching toward them.

  “You cannot keep returning,” it said, a distorted echo in the night. “Your soul grows thinner each time.”

  Akitsu ignored the words. Instead, he turned to Rhen.

  “Rhen,” he said sharply. “Drop the sword.”

  Rhen blinked once. “What?”

  “Now,” Akitsu insisted. “Use your fists.”

  A surge of dark pressure slammed into the street, thick and oppressive, and Rhen did not hesitate. Masamune clanged against the ground as he released it, the sound echoing like a funeral bell.

  “…Alright,” Rhen said, rolling his shoulders. “I trust you.”

  A low, distorted laugh cut through the air.

  “Discarding a divine blade,” Yurei mocked. “How desperate.”

  Akitsu raised Joyeuse, calm and deliberate.

  “No,” he said. “How necessary.”

  Yurei lunged. Shadows tore forward like jagged spears, slicing through the air with a hiss.

  “Ghost!” Rhen barked. His body phased instantly, shadows passing harmlessly through his torso. He moved through Yurei’s strike, slipping to its flank—but did not strike yet, waiting for the perfect moment.

  Akitsu moved at the same time.

  “Joyeuse—flare!”

  The blade erupted. Light detonated outward—not illumination, not warmth—but obliteration. Brighter than the sun, pure white light tore through the street, searing shadows, erasing darkness for an instant.

  Yurei shrieked, form destabilizing violently. Shadow peeled away like charred paper, vaporizing into nothingness.

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  But it did not die.

  When the light faded, Yurei staggered, jagged and broken, edges flickering.

  “…It resists,” Akitsu muttered.

  Rhen stared, disbelief in his eyes. “That didn’t—”

  “I know,” Akitsu cut in. “But it felt it.”

  Yurei’s voice cracked, distorted and layered unnaturally.

  “That light—does not belong to this world.”

  Akitsu stepped forward, blade raised. “Neither do you.”

  Yurei struck again, faster, more feral.

  Rhen phased, slipping effortlessly—but Yurei anticipated him this time.

  A black tendril curved around his movement, aimed not at his torso—but his arm.

  “Rhen!” Akitsu shouted.

  Rhen reacted instantly, phasing deeper, torso slipping into near-intangibility—but his fist had already begun to solidify. Too late. The tendril grazed his forearm.

  Rhen stumbled back, teeth gritted. “—Tch!”

  Yurei recoiled slightly, like tasting something new and sharp.

  “…So close,” it whispered.

  Akitsu struck immediately. Joyeuse flared again—not full power, but precise and controlled. Light cut through the tendril, severing it mid-air.

  “Don’t let it touch you,” Akitsu snapped.

  Rhen clenched his jaw. “Got it.”

  Yurei’s form wavered, shadow rippling with rising anger.

  “You adapt,” it hissed. “But you do not learn.”

  Akitsu adjusted his stance, circling. “Funny. I was about to say the same.”

  Yurei surged forward, abandoning finesse. The street warped under its charge, shadows collapsing inward like a singularity.

  “Rhen—now!” Akitsu shouted.

  Rhen vanished. Phasing through Yurei’s torso, he reappeared behind it, solidifying his fist at the last instant. Impact. The punch drove deep into Yurei’s unstable core.

  Yurei howled.

  Akitsu followed immediately. “Joyeuse—full flare!”

  Light exploded again, harsher, tighter, focused at Yurei’s center. Shadows screamed as they burned, evaporating like smoke.

  Yurei staggered, form collapsing inward—but still, not dead.

  It slammed both hands into the ground. The street shattered beneath the force. A wave of darkness erupted outward, hurling Akitsu back. He slammed into a wall, breath knocked from his lungs.

  Rhen barely phased in time, skidding across the fractured ground as his body flickered.

  Yurei rose at the center of the destruction, breathing unevenly. Its form had worsened; cracks of light leaked through its shadow, jagged and unnatural, as if something inside was breaking.

  “You wound me,” it said, voice strained and ragged. “Again and again.”

  Akitsu pushed himself up, blood running from a cut along his temple. “Good,” he said. “That means it’s working.”

  Rhen staggered to his feet beside him. “Shouga… you okay?”

  Akitsu nodded. “Still breathing. That’s enough.”

  Yurei raised its head slowly. “But you are late,” it whispered.

  Shadows coalesced around them, moving with deliberate menace.

  Akitsu’s eyes narrowed. “…Rhen,” he said quietly. “We’re not done yet.”

  Rhen cracked his knuckles, grin flickering despite the danger. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Yurei’s presence surged once more.

  The night trembled.

  And the real fight began.