~Flashback~
"Are you sure this is a wise idea?"

As they were now sitting across from each other and enjoying their tea, Ayumu couldn't help but voice his concerns to his son. He knew that Shiki was appointed as executioner for the eradication of the Zenin Clan and heard the boy's plan thoroughly. While the idea was sound, there was one part of it that left him worried. Soon the man's attention shifted over to the cursed treasure that was now leaning against the wall of their home.

"Are you sure you want to take on this mission without Asuramaru? I have no doubts that you have gotten stronger, but that doesn't mean the enemy simply sat back and did nothing. It's very possible that even Naoya and the rest of the Zenin's have gotten stronger."

"I understand what you're trying to say, Dad. Thank you for being so concerned about me. As powerful as Asuramaru is, it's still a cursed treasure and an extremely powerful one at that. Even if I possess no mana or cursed energy to be sensed, they can still sense Asuramaru. So leaving it here is the best way for me to go into the Zenin household undetected."

"That isn't the only reason, is it?"

As Shiki stopped drinking his tea, he simply looked at his father. No matter how well trained he was now, the boy couldn't seem to hide anything from his father. With a smile on his face, Shiki grabbed a hold of the regular katana he got from Takamura as he looked at his father.

"You're right. While the plan is the main reason why I want to leave behind Asuramaru, there is another reason. I don't want to over rely on Asuramaru. Even if I possess no cursed technique nor magic, I want to have faith in the strengths I do have. In order to see if my training was worth it, to see if those months weren't a waste of time, I need to see just how much I can do on my own."

~Flashback ends~

"So that's him, that's Koritsu Shiki. Son of Koritsu Ayumu and grandson of Nanaya Takamura."

Jinichi couldn't help but scowl at Shiki as Naoya, Ranta, and himself were observing the boy. The katana wielding boy was described as a monster that couldn't be tamed. A creature that always rampaged without a second thought, who's bloodlust was suffocating. Yet the person standing before them was different from the Shiki that they heard about.

Shiki wasn't looking at them with any sign of emotion. He didn't even radiate any bloodlust. Yet for some reason, this phenomenon on its own was enough to put them on edge. They couldn't tell what the boy was thinking, neither was he showing any openings for them to exploit.

"Ranta's cursed technique can immobilize anyone he sets his gaze on. With Naoya's cursed technique, we can freeze this boy for about one second in an animated frame if he doesn't abide by the 24 fps rule. Then I can pummel him with my own technique. No matter how fast he may be, he still needs time to unsheathe that katana of his. He doesn't even have a hand on the hilt. This can wo-"

"Jinichi-san, Naoya-san, don't waver!"

As Ranta gave the signal, a large pair of eyes manifested as they released an immobilizing aura. However, the down side was that if the target could put up resistance, the backlash would effect his eyes. That's when a look of horror was on Ranta's face when he realized something off. Despite using his cursed technique, his eyes didn't feel any strain in the slightest.

"You were banking on the chance of me needing time to unsheathe my sword, weren't you?"

Without any notice, Ranta was suddenly grabbed by his right shoulder as he felt himself being stabbed three times in his back. Suddenly the boy turned around only to have his throat stabbed with a switchblade. As if to double check for good measure, Shiki suddenly drove his switchblade into Ranta's jaw and through his brain. The moment he removed his switchblade from Ranta's body, Shiki watched as the Zenin's corpse fell to the ground.

"When killing sorcerers, it's important that they die due to cursed energy. Otherwise, they come back as a cursed spirit. However, thanks to my Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, i'm practically erasing their existence. So even if I killed them with something as simple like a fork or pen, as long as I cut or stab the Lines and/or points of death, even a sorcerer can never return when killed by me."

Just as Shiki thought this, several giant fists manifested in the air as they were launched at him like missiles via cursed energy. Just as Shiki put away his switch blade, he swiftly unsheathed his katana as he sliced apart every single hand that was aimed at him with immense speed. The once large hands now being reduced to mere lumps of flesh in a matter seconds. Just as Shiki looked at the ground, he noticed the shadows upon it growing bigger and bigger.

"I won't let Ranta's efforts go to waste. Die along with that fallen clan of yours."

Right above Shiki, Jinichi was seen pulling back his right fist as several more hands manifested around him and they were all pummeling the area that Shiki was in. The sound of bones breaking and the feeling of flesh connecting to his hands made Jinichi smirk as he knew he managed to land some solid hits. As the man kept up the pressure and continued slamming down his fists, he noticed something wrong.

"What a minute, he had a katana and a switch blade on him. So why didn't I feel a single amount of steel being broken apart by my hands."

Suddenly Jinichi stopped his barrage as he looked at what exactly he was pummeling into the ground. The man's eyes held slight surprise as he witnessed what he was really attacking this hold time. It wasn't Shiki that fell victim to his attack. Right now, his body slowly becoming one with the floor as his blood stained the grounds of the Zenin clan, Ranta's corpse was seen beaten beyond repair.

"That bastard. Did he actually use a corpse to shield himself and get out of the way at last second?"

"Did you expect this to be a fair and honorable fight? It seems you forgot that this is an execution."

The moment Jinichi turned around, he was simply met with a swift slash from a katana as his head was cleanly cut off from the rest of his body. Blood began to erupt for a brief moment from where his head use to be before his corpse slumped onto the ground. A yawn began to escape Shiki's lips as he heard the sound of someone giving an applause.

"Well done. Well done, Shiki! I didn't think it was possible, but you actually became a competent executioner! I never would've imagined you'd kill the Kukuru Clan and the Hei unit so swiftly. You just made thought of killing you even more enticing. But toying with the corpses of my clan right in front of me....."

Just as Naoya said this, Shiki swiftly kicked Jinichi's corpse in the air and proceeds to kick it again as it was launched at the current head of the Zenin clan. Seeing this, Naoya touched Jinichi's corpse with the palm of his hand as he tried to push it away from him and launch it back at Shiki. But the moment the corpse got close to him, Naoya felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking downwards, Naoya's face began to grow furious. The blade of a katana went through Jinichi's corpse as it managed to stab him on the right side of his chest. However, what Naoya didn't know was that Shiki had actually stabbed the sword just inches away from a line of death as said boy merely stared at Naoya with zero interest.

"One."

"What's wrong, you bastard?!"

As Naoya said this, he quickly took out a throwing knife and tried to stab it into Shiki's left shoulder. Seeing this, Shiki swiftly pulled the katana out of Naoya and Jinichi's chest as he with his right hand as he used his left hand to catch Naoya's right wrist and made the Zenin stab himself in his right leg with his own throwing knife. Once again, Shiki saw how his counter caused the knife to be a single inch away from the line of death he saw on Naoya's leg.

"Two. If my first two moves were enough to kill him if I got serious, then this confirms it."

"You .....are you looking down on me? You're nothing more than discarded goods from a fallen clan. I'm the head of the Zenin! I have power that you can only dream of having! "

"I don't care about your insecurities. All I have to worry about is cutting you down, you mediocre sorcerer."