"What is going on?"

That was the question that raced through Mahito's head. Mukuro's hands were empty, yet it looked as if was gripping the hilt of a sword. The moment Mahito blinked, Mukuro was already in front of him as he swung at the curse. Mahito jumped back out of reflex but was shocked to see an enormous slash mark across his chest.

"Wind is not something you can see with the naked eye. How can you defend against that which can not be seen, cursed spirit. Mukku Kekkai."

Just as Mukuro said this, he releases a great amount of wind, and creates a powerful updraft, which obstructed Mahito's vision. However, the true purpose of this attack was the fact that it deprives its victim of oxygen, drawing it up to the sky, limiting the time Mahito had to fight. Mahito quickly tried to launch several transfigured humans to break free but they were all reduced to shreds.

"Normally it takes ten minutes before one runs out of oxygen with this attack. But since he was fighting against it, he reduced it down to one."

"Now, stay down, cursed spirit. Shinkuuha."

Mukuro soon tears through the air, creating a small corridor of vacuum. These vacuum slashes move at high speeds as Mahito felt his entire body being sliced apart. Suddenly Mukuro was in front of Mahito's body as he grabbed his face tightly.

"Dammit. Even though he is not the head of the Nanaya clan, he is still as strong as a head of the four families. Copying Ayumu is already taxing, but doing Perfect Copy on top of that. I can only do that for about five minutes without any damage."

"Doppelganger, Hayasaka Megumi:Roa's Formula."

Suddenly several small magic circles were seen on the palm of Mukuro's right hand as it was holding Mahito. In just a matter of seconds, Mahito's body was being viciously burned and torn apart as purple lightning escaping from Mukuro's hand. The moment he stopped electrocuting Mahito, the Zenin head simply threw the cursed spirit out the window.

"Next."

The moment he said this, Mukuro caught the punch of Seigi. However, Mukuro's eyes slightly widened as he kicked the boy away from him. It was only for a moment, but he felt it. Seigi had drained some of Mukuro's cursed energy for himself. In a way, it was like he was fighting another version of Olivia.

"Blood Manipulation:Convergence."

As he clasped his hands together, Kenjaku was compressing and condensing the blood in between his hands to its absolute limit. Seeing this, Mukuro tried to dash towards Kenjaku, only for Naoya to suddenly appear before him and kick him in his gut. The moment Naoya made contact with his father, the young man used his own cursed technique to trap Mukuro in an animated frame for one second.

"Good job, Naoya. Now then, Piercing Blood."

After using Convergence, Kenjaku claps his hands together and fires the blood from his fingertips. The blood, being enhanced with cursed energy, was so fast that it reaches the speed of sound as it shot through Mukuro's left arm the moment he was freed from Naoya's cursed technique. The Zenin hissed in pain as his left arm was sliced off of his body.

"We've got you now old ma-"

"I'm still your father. Watch your tone, you damn brat."

Suddenly Naoya was sent flying into the wall. His body was stuck inside it as he was completely unconscious. When Kenjaku and Seigi looked at Mukuro, they saw the man with his left arm intact. Kenjaku had a feeling this was the case after getting info from Naoya about the heads of the four families. With the special exception of Koritsu Ayumu, all of the other heads were completely capable of using Reversed Cursed Technique.

"I see, no wonder you are the Zenin clan's head. Numerous cursed techniques at your disposal, the ability to heal yourself with Reversed Cursed Technique, and the fact you actually have the strength to bring out the best of each technique you copied."

"Tell me where and what it is."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Surely you know the whereabouts of another S-Ranked Cursed Treasure. The reason you went to steal Asuramaru was because you didn't need to worry about the other treasures, you already knew where they were located. You only feared of losing Asuramaru due to the fact you did wouldn't know its location if a worthy wielder was found and the second reason being Olivia von Degurechaff guarded it."

Kenjaku soon became silent for a moment. Mukuro was correct in his assumption. However, Kenjaku's silence was soon broken by the sound of his own laughter. When the young man finally stopped laughing, he looked at the Zenin clan's leader.

"Did you know? Even if I have a new host, I can still use the cursed technique of my previous hosts. Fushiguro Megumi, Noritoshi Kamo, and various other curse users. One of the more interesting ones I had the pleasure of possessing was named Suguru Getou."

"No.......... don't tell me yo-"

"Would you like me to remind you what his cursed technique was, Zenin Mukuro?"

The moment Kenjaku said that, a large figure suddenly slammed itself against Mukuro as the Zenin was smashed into the wall. The creature behind this action was a large dragon-like cursed spirit.

Cursed Spirit:Rainbow Dragon

"Cursed Spirit Manipulation, a technique where one can completely control cursed spirits they were able to conquer in battle. Rather than exorcise a cursed spirit, the user can absorb them into a small black sphere and digest them."

"You got it right, Mukuro. So what will you do? Both of us have quite the variety in our arsenal."

"I didn't want to do this, but you having that technique changed things. I'm gonna hate doing this, but i've got no choice."

As Mukuro said this, Kenjaku felt an ominous chill in the air. The moment he looked at him, he saw Mukuro picking up a piece of lumber. The moment he did, he sharpens the end of it and was suddenly behind Kenjaku as he stabbed him in the back.

"This isn't a normal copy. He's pouring all of his cursed energy into his physical abilities in order to enhance them. But how long can his body keep up. Just who is he copying?"

"I can't copy him since he has nothing to copy. A copy without any talent behind it is just imitation. Doppelganger, Deformed Imitation: Fushiguro Toji."