"Tenra Kamiyo… You're that Tenra Kamiyo?"
The name alone sent shockwaves through the crowd. Suzaku and the Himejima practitioners stared, stunned.
If this man—claiming to be Akeno's husband—was really Tenra Kamiyo, there could only be one.
The Phoenix clan's miracle child. The Sacred Gear thief. Fiance to Sirzechs Lucifer's sister. The only person to ever rule both Heaven and the Underworld…
There was only one Tenra Kamiyo.
"Unless there's another one out there, yeah, that's me."
Tenra's tone was casual, almost amused. Even these human world exorcists had heard of him. Not bad.
Suzaku drew a sharp breath, unable to hide her awe.
So this was the legend himself.
"May I ask… what brings someone like you to the Himejima clan?"
Suzaku managed a bitter smile, her pride stung. She'd inherited the Suzaku name and become clan head at a young age—a prodigy in her own right. But compared to Tenra, she felt painfully small.
"I'm here for revenge."
Tenra didn't bother with pretense.
"Revenge?!"
The practitioners tensed. Suzaku's eyes flashed dangerously. As clan leader, she was sworn to protect her family. If Tenra had come for vengeance, she'd fight to the death.
The air crackled with tension. But before anyone could move, an old voice cut through:
"Suzaku, step back. He's here for me."
The crowd parted. An elderly man, staff in hand, strode forward.
"Thank goodness—the former clan head!"
Relief rippled through the group. Suzaku bowed deeply. "Father."
The old man nodded to his kin, then turned to Tenra and Akeno.
"Akeno… you've grown. If Shuri could see you now, she'd be so proud."
His gaze softened, voice tinged with regret. He was Akeno's uncle.
Akeno's reply was ice-cold. "But my mother's dead—killed by you. She'll never see anything again."
Her words were sharp, bitter. She'd made peace with her past, but forgiveness was another matter.
Guilt flickered in the old man's eyes. He sighed, then looked at Tenra.
"You've finally come, boy. I always knew this day would come."
Tenra shrugged. "What can I say? I hold grudges. You humiliated me back then. Now that I've got some skill, I figured I'd drop by and… exchange pointers."
Because of this man, he and Akeno had been forced apart. Sure, things worked out in the end, but that was beside the point.
He'd promised to repay the shame of his broken sword. Today was the day.
"This is between you and me. It doesn't concern the Himejima clan."
The old man's expression was complicated.
"I'm only here for you, Elder. The rest don't matter."
Tenra nodded.
"Very well, boy. I accept your challenge!"
A flash of resolve lit the old man's eyes. Power surged around him. Suzaku's face twisted with worry.
"No, Father!"
She knew her father was strong, but Tenra Kamiyo had defeated even Kokabiel, the Fallen Angel cadre. This was suicide.
"This is my fight. No one interferes—or face clan punishment!"
"Suzaku, remember your duty. Even if I die, you are not to seek revenge. Understood?!"
His tone brooked no argument.
Suzaku bit her lip, torn, but in the end she bowed her head.
"I understand, Father…"
The old man's eyes softened briefly, then he leaped forward, landing opposite Tenra.
"Come, boy. Show me how much you've grown."
Tenra's lips curled. A pitch-black demon sword materialized in his hand. He glanced at Akeno.
"Akeno, wait over there for a bit."
She hesitated, worry flickering in her eyes. "Be careful, Tenra."
He nodded. She stepped aside.
Tenra studied his opponent. The old man was older, but his aura had only grown stronger.
But compared to Tenra's current power… he was nothing.
"Begin, boy."
"Then—brace yourself."
All eyes locked on them as the duel began.
—
Tenra struck first. His sword flashed, sending a razor-sharp arc of energy slicing through the air.
"HAH!"
Palms pressed together, the old man roared. Spiritual force exploded from him, forming a solid barrier.
BOOM. The sword energy crashed into the shield. The old man's eyes blazed, and he countered instantly:
"Lightning, heed my call!"
Crackle—! Blinding bolts erupted, electricity exploding outward, flooding toward Tenra from every direction.
"Barrier."
Tenra activated his own innate shield. No matter how the lightning raged, it couldn't break through.
The old man frowned, shifting tactics. He slammed his staff into the ground.
"Divine Earth—Rise!"
RUMBLE! The ground shook. Massive stone pillars shot skyward, launching Tenra into the air despite his shield.
And from those pillars, sharp earthen spikes fired at him in rapid succession.
CLANG CLANG CLANG! Tenra spun, sword blazing, slicing every spike to pieces.
"Hundred-Strike—Blade Dance!"
He named the move on the spot, unleashing a torrent of slashes.
Sword energy crisscrossed, forming a massive net that crashed down—BOOM!—shattering every pillar and spike to dust.
"Ahhh—!"
Practitioners caught in the shockwave screamed. At the center, the old man struggled to withstand the barrage.
He's gotten this strong? The elder smiled bitterly. He'd been fighting at full power from the start, but Tenra hadn't even broken a sweat.
This was supposed to be revenge, but Tenra just felt… bored.
The opponent who once forced him to fight for his life—now felt so weak.
"Let's end this."
Tenra dove, sword gleaming, and struck.
"AHHH!"
CRACK! The old man's staff split in two. Blood sprayed. He screamed, sent flying—
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