*Starting Scene*

Following his victory over Enshin, Dante nonchalantly travels through the forest with the intention of returning to Wukong Village as the green-eyed young man's clothing continues to be extensively torn on both the front and back while still decently wounded. Amazingly enough, despite his injuries, the blonde doesn't reflect any real discomfort or exhaustion and is presently carrying Enshin's Accelerator with his right hand's fingertips while lowered to his side as both hands aren't wearing Dante's gloves anymore. Eventually, Dante reaches the clearing where he momentarily met Loki while taking into account some of the damage inflicted upon its terrain before resting his gaze on Trace while ceasing his progress and happily smiles not far in front of the forest. "Trace!"

Trace, who's crouching near Loki's head with both hands planted on his lap for leverage, watches the unconscious male for a second until snapping his head up to look at Dante as curiosity takes shape on his battered being. "Dante." He fixes his stature to properly face the hoodie-wearing individual. "You're alive..." Trace briefly examines Dante's body while slightly grinning out of pity. "But barely by the look of it. You look like shit."

Dante chuckles with mild skepticism showing. "Like you're one to talk, Red Face."

Trace hurriedly touches his face via his right hand while getting stung a little as some redness that was caused by Loki's heated water attacks had remained. Afterwards, the purple-haired person puts his hand down with an aggravated scowl brimming. "Just shut up." He folds both arms together and veers his attention to his left. "So I assume you won."

Dante arrogantly responds prior to resuming his advancement. "Obviously! If I hadn't, I'd more than likely be dead! After all, that would pretty much be the only way for me to ever lose!"

Trace peers at Dante out of the corner of his right eye while giving off a serious demeanor. "I have to agree with you there, but that doesn't negate the simple fact that you'll lose to me the next time we fight."

Dante cheerfully smiles with a hint of excitement displayed and stops at Loki's feet. "I still look forward to that day! You can bet on that!" He then switches his concentration to Loki, who hasn't even moved an inch while having his face buried into the grass. Not long after, the blonde gentleman returns his focus towards Trace as he calmly says with his left hand pointed at the downed Loki, "What do you plan on doing with him? He isn't dead yet."

Trace directs his head to look at Dante correctly . "Don't worry about it." He jerks his head with great annoyance arising while shutting his visible eye. "Shit!" The aqua-eyed Spellcaster sets his sights back on Dante. "Why waste my time saying that when you probably already read my mind?!"

Dante softly laughs while having dropped his right hand before shrugging a tad. "Maybe 'cause people are forgetful. Anyway, you do what you want. It's your personal business. I won't pry more than I can help."

Trace scoffs with suspicion joining in and utters in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "Sure." His gaze deviates to Dante's right hand and can't help being a bit concerned by seeing the pair of shoes in the green-eyed individual's possession. "What's that?"

Dante notices what Trace's referring to after quickly glancing at his right hand until casually answering his comrade with a content smirk. "Spoils of war. Nothing for you to sweat about."

Trace's visible eye narrows as a scrutinizing expression appears, however, doesn't last long due to Loki suddenly stirring while faintly groaning. After witnessing that, the purple-haired male reverts his concentration to Dante with a stern composition. "Dante-"

Dante interrupts Trace by waving his left hand at Trace in an assuring way. "No need to say it." He walks around Loki after putting his left hand into his pants' pocket and heads pass Trace without making eye contact. "I'll give you two some privacy. Just be sure to come back to the motel in one piece." The Caucasian gentleman in brown/red attire chuckles while continuing towards the other end of the clearing.

Trace just stares at Dante with no change to his attitude, and once he can't see the blonde-haired young man, steers his head to gaze down on Loki.

Simultaneously, Loki places both hands on the grass beneath him to help push himself off it while struggling a lot due to the large sum of electricity he suffered still troubling his being. Afterwards, the clear-eyed person manages to get to his feet, his posture slouched forward, and locks eyes with Trace as he heavily breathes. "What...? Why...?"

Trace tilts his head to the left while unfolding his arms so he can plant both hands on his waist. "Wondering why I didn't kill you, right?"

Loki strains himself in the attempt to fix his posture. "Yeah. It would've been a smart move on your part if you had."

Trace sharply nods as he keeps his head slanted. "You have a good point, but that would be against the rules."

Confusion plagues Loki after finally being able to stand upright. "Huh? Rules? What rules?"

Trace sighs and straightens his head. "Do I have to spell it out again? Our usual spar rules. Like for example, the rule that we aren't allowed to kill each other, even if it's an accident."

Loki's baffled by what he just heard while mildly pulling his head back. "What are you talking about?! This wasn't a spar!"

Trace lightly laughs. "Really? Because I was under the impression that it was. You did mention how you were curious to find out what would've been the end result of us sparring three years ago. Sure, we've both improved since then, but I think this battle between us definitively answered that overdue question."

Loki's rendered speechless with his eyes widening until taking a couple of steps towards Trace and yells in an upset tone, "So you treated this fight as nothing more than a spar?!"

Trace shifts his eyes away from Loki and briefly contemplates the Trailblaze Spellcaster's outburst. "Ummm..." He instantly resets his attention onto Loki with a carefree behavior. "Pretty much."

Loki can't believe Trace's words as he grabs Trace by the neck with both hands, although there's no pressure applied because of his profound lack of strength. "Don't mess with me! I hate nothing more than being looked down on!"

Trace lackadaisically stares into Loki's eyes without emitting any worry at all. "Trust me, I wasn't. Honestly, I was serious with every spell I cast, and yet, this was all I could do to you." The purple-haired gentleman motions at Loki via his right hand while saying that last part. "Like I said before, I'm not at the level I'm positive that Jace would've achieved by now. I still got a whole lot to work on." He diverts his concentration to the right as he puts his right hand back on his waist. "Also, Jace would've scolded me if I had killed you, so even if I was capable, I could never do it."

Astonishment consumes Loki prior to loosening his grip on Trace's neck. "He... Would?"

Trace gives off a shallow laugh. "Of course. Not only did he respect you, he looked up to you. You were a huge inspiration for him to become stronger." The aqua-eyed Caucasian veers his focus back to Loki while shamefully smirking. "I guess for me too."

Loki feels an intense sensation resonate inside him, completely lets go of Trace's neck and then takes a handful of steps backwards until turning around to have his back towards the purple-haired individual. "That makes sense. I was the strongest of us all for a long time." He begins walking away from Trace.

Trace becomes quite curious after losing his smirk. "Where are you going?"

Loki replies with his attention maintained on the direction he's heading. "You should know. I'm returning to Master Takeru." The turquoise-haired young man looks behind himself by turning his head to the left without stopping and intently watches Trace. "I have to report how everything turned out concerning Enshin and his disciples." Loki establishes his focus to in front of himself once more. "And that you're finally betraying us."

Trace raises his right eyebrow as urgency appears. "Wait! So you mean Master Takeru and the rest already suspected me?!"

Loki almost reaches the forest that he's advancing towards and states in a bland tone, "I can't say that for sure, but no one would be so stupid to think that you'd be fine working for the man who killed your brother without any hidden intention. I'm just gonna' go confirm it to him. Maybe that'll be enough to save my own skin for failing. Master Takeru IS the unforgiving type like Enshin."

Silence takes hold of Trace, removes both hands from his waist to have them dangle near his sides and momentarily gazes at the grass below him. Then, the aqua-eyed person brings his vision onto Loki's back while saying in an uncaring voice, "Go right ahead."

Loki abruptly halts with only a few meters separating him from the forest prior to slowly facing Trace again as minor surprise can be noted on his being.

Trace confidently grins at Loki. "It doesn't matter that he knows I'm out to kill him. I used to care if he did because I planned on attacking him with his guard down, but after talking to that selfish-minded Dante and fighting you, I realized that it would be such a better feeling to fight him straight up and win." He tightly clenches both hands into fists as they remain lowered while courageously declaring, "So go tell him and warn him that I won't quit until he's dead!"

Loki doesn't speak for several seconds with his eyes emptily staring at Trace until calmly shutting his eyes and turns back around. Having done that, the khaki-wearing individual resumes his departure while putting both hands into his pockets. "I sure will. You can count on it, BIG BRO." Loki enters the forest and disappears from Trace's sight.

*Scene Change*

Going back in time by nearly ten minutes, Sano had decided to enter the forest again and gradually traversed its confines with Yuki closely following behind him as both are quite worn out from their separate battles. Not long after that, the black-haired teen exits the forest, finds himself at the Son Goku Clan's entrance and says without shifting his attention away from the Buddhist-style temple, "Can you do me the favor of waiting right here, Yuki? And try not to look at the surroundings outside the forest. It isn't something you need to see, okay?"

Yuki hesitantly nods while standing about a meter apart from Sano as she's demonstrating some nervousness. "S-Sure." She deviates her gaze to the right so she wouldn't witness any part of the temple's confines. "Just don't take too long, please. I'm pretty tired and I REALLY need a bath." The pink-haired girl cringes a tad. "I feel disgusting."

Sano gently laughs with his eyes briefly shut. "Okay. I'll try to make it as quick as possible." The golden-eyed young man opens his eyes, and as he's about to restart his progress towards the Son Goku Clan's residence, Sano says with gratitude in his voice, "Oh, by the way, thank you for tagging along. I know you would rather go look for Dante, instead of accompanying me. You must be really worried."

Yuki directs her sight upwards, a sincere grin gingerly presenting itself, as she unites both hands in front of her dark blue skirt. "It's fine. I'm confident that Dante will be victorious over Enshin." The blue-eyed beauty rapidly brings her gaze downward with a small amount of disappointment notable. "Anyhow, I doubt I would be of much help, even if I were to find him. I'd probably would just get in the way."

Sano nods as his personality becomes quite passive and continues forward. "Maybe." It's then shown that the reason Sano asked Yuki not to pay any mind towards the facility's grounds was because of all the dead bodies that continue to lie everywhere with blood splattered around them. This causes a sad look to overtake Sano's expression after analyzing the region until focusing ahead with very little emotion emanating and promptly sees Yosen sitting on the wooden floor in front of the main entrance that would permit one to fully enter the temple.

Yosen takes a sip of herbal tea from his clay-material cup while holding it with both hands as his right eye and abdomen, which is visible thanks to a tear that Nash's Kusarigama made, are heavily wrapped by white bandages. After doing that, the elderly man peers at Sano before putting his cup down on the wooden floor without letting it go and firmly comments, "Back so soon? I did not expect this. I thought you would be long gone by now since there is nothing here for you. Just as I had said previously."

There's no change to Sano's attitude as the jacket-wearing boy retorts in a somewhat laid-back manner. "I only wanted to check if you were alright. I had a run-in with Nash and he told me that he wiped everyone here out."

Yosen's a bit awestruck while slowly lifting his cup of tea towards his mouth. "That explains why you are in such a condition." The tanned man closes his eyes and sips his tea again. Following that, Yosen gives off a satisfied sigh prior to reopening his eyes with an apathetic glare. "It is atrocious how you carelessly enter the grounds in that state. Covered in blood and wearing those disgraceful rags. Have you no shame, Sano?"

Sano rolls his eyes and mumbles, "Glad to see you're alive and kicking too, grandad." He resets his attention on Yosen. "I defeated him though. Not like you, who took the easy way out and allowed your students to die while playing dead. How's your eye?"

Yosen harshly states with his cup down on the floor yet again. "The wound was shallow. It will heal in its entirety in less than a month. That miscreant who challenged me was not worth any actual effort by me. Unlike that damn Spellcaster that caught us all in an illusion and made it so difficult to be disposed of, however, in the end, it was I who initiated the termination of his life thanks to the fullest extent of my senses. Even Axis did nothing in assistance really. It is the advantage of every true leader this clan has ever had." The former Son Goku Clan leader glances at the deceased, jumpsuit-wearing students. "All those who died today were of no worth as well. They could not uphold the clan's honor in both those most recent situations and the one five years ago that costed Sayuma his life. I am certain I can recruit a better flock this time. It should not make much of a difference if they are not born in. I really never cared for that tradition. Just as I did not ever care to master Kung Fu."

Sano faintly shrugs while steering his focus downward. "I don't really put much thought into traditions, so I won't waste my time judging you about it." The spiky-haired gentleman lifts his head to concentrate on Yosen. "Dad was always the one to tell me that I should live my way and I intend on it."

Yosen scoffs with a hint of aggravation arising. "Then live it already. You mentioned not wasting time, however, that is exactly what you are doing here. The sight of you before me..." His expression hardens as he talks in a cold tone. "Is no longer sustainable."

Sano's mildly upset by Yosen's words until contentedly smiling. "That's the way! Be at least honest with me! No crocodile tears or fake words!" He chuckles after shutting his eyes and waves at Yosen with his right hand. "Bye!"

Just when Sano was about to take a step backwards via his left foot to turn around, Yosen takes into account that Ruyi Jingu Bang's horizontally strapped to the teen's back and becomes quite concern as he thinks, "If that was the complete truth, I would make him leave Ruyi Jingu Bang here... It would benefit me in terms of getting new students..."

Sano, as if knowing that Yosen's eyeing Ruyi Jingu Bang, plants a hand on each end of the dark orange staff before facing away from his grandfather and begins leisurely walking.

Yosen grits his teeth while thinking, "However, I know that it's best to stay in his possession..." The man with receding black hair drops his head in defeat as he closes his eyes.

Having heard Yosen, Sano can't help releasing a small laugh with his eyes forward and mutters, "Don't stress it too much, grandad. I'll take care of Ruyi. I've done a good job so far..." A vaguely depressed composition adds in. "And I'm nothing but a so-called ABOMINATION, so that's amazing all on its own."

*Scene Change*

Ilya suddenly stumbles and leans her right side against a tree next to her, consumed by excruciating pain located at the white-haired teen's chest, as she has spent the entire time since seeing the massive essence of darkness shoot into the sky trying to make her way through the forest with the goal of heading to its origin. Unfortunately, because of how much pain she's in, the hazel-eyed Spellcaster's advancement has been very slow while clenching on her chest via her left hand as her eyes are closed and puts her head against the tree she's leaning on. "I can't... Feel the Dark Magic anymore... But my body's still... Suffering..."

After uttering those clearly drained words, Ilya attempts to move away from the tree, however, is unable to maintain her balance due to the accumulative damage from both her affliction and the fight with Garret as she commences falling towards the ground. Luckily, the dress-wearing female is saved from her collision involving the ground after a swift left hand's planted on Ilya's right shoulder. Simultaneously, Ilya unconsciously rests her head on the shoulder of the person who caught her as she's facing their direction and momentarily blacks out with her left hand now dropped. This only lasts until Ilya starts feeling someone poking her left cheek, which forces the white-haired individual to grimace before gradually opening her eyes while letting out a disgruntled groan. "Stop that... It's very irritating..." She peers at the person with tired eyes and instantly sees that it's Dante who kept her from falling.

Dante removes his right hand that's still holding Enshin's Accelerator from Ilya's face while smiling out of amusement. "My bad. I just thought you would like to see your current situation before you got too comfortable."

Ilya stares at Dante with confusion brimming until realizing the position she's in and frantically backs away after releasing a fragile yell. Sadly, the hazel-eyed beauty's legs give out in the middle of her effort of creating distance as she begins to fall backwards with panic showing while gazing at the sky.

Dante doesn't allow that to transpire and hastily grabs Ilya's right wrist with his posture slightly bent forward. "Don't overreact like that. You could get really hurt if you take a nasty spill and falling that way would definitely make that happen."

Ilya blushes while locking eyes with Dante in a contorted pose as the only thing keeping her from hitting the ground is the blonde's strong grip. "Uh... Right."

Dante chuckles prior to pulling Ilya so she can stand upright and releases his hold on her wrist to put his left hand in his pocket. "You okay?"

Ilya observes Dante's condition with a great sum of concern quickly taking form. "I should be asking you that! What happened to you?!"

Dante briefly checks his body due to Ilya's outburst and sees that the blood expelling out of his wounds has dried up a bit, although continuously appearing to be very severe injuries, until returning his attention towards the teenager. "Oh, don't worry. It's not as bad as it looks. My body can sustain worse. It's that tough." He chuckles again.

Uncertainty overcomes Ilya's expression while staring at Dante's chest as it's the most injured area. After that, the Velkry Spellcaster lightly places her right hand atop the center of her chest, cringes a bit since there's still some pain bothering her, although not to the extent she was feeling prior to Dante's arrival, and speaks in a low volume without diverting her focus from Dante's chest. "That wound... It looks familiar..." She reverts her attention to Dante's face.

Dante nods with content displayed. "Yup."

Ilya's body commences to tremble while talking in her usual volume of communication. "I was right then. That Dark Magic I felt wasn't you, but the one who took my father's life and gave me..."

Dante nods again with no change to his demeanor. "Yup."

Ilya shakily breathes as she clenches onto her chest and deeply gulps. "You fought him?"

Dante simply watches Ilya while his eyes gleam with confidence.

Happiness overruns Ilya's person with tears forming. "You defeated him, didn't you?!"

Dante shuts his eyes after tilting his head to the right. "What do you think?"

Ilya abruptly embraces Dante via both arms wrapped around his neck while having her head poised next to the green-eyed young man's left cheek. "Thank you, Dante!" She starts crying wholeheartedly. "Thank you so much! You don't know how long I and my brother...! How long we...! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Dante's dumbfounded by Ilya's unexpected action while looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, however, doesn't take too long regaining his content attitude and mutters in a caring voice, "You're welcome, Ilya."

The two of them stay like that for a while with Ilya continuing to joyfully cry and Dante allowing her to do so without a single complaint. Afterwards, they decide to make their return to Wukong Village as they went to where Sano and Yuki were last seen since Dante already knows that Trace's alright. As soon as they get there, they discover that neither Sano nor Yuki are present, but noted that all of the Enshin's Disciples were beaten, so they safely assumed that the two are alive and well. With that in mind, Dante and Ilya go back to the motel while not running into any villagers because of them having yet to come back as they patiently await the others.

Then, after several minutes had passed, Trace calmly enters the motel with his face back to its original coloration and immediately finds Dante sitting in one of the lobby's dark blue, single-person sofas, the same one he sat in previously to be exact, while eating one of his apples that's held by his right hand. The aqua-eyed gentleman promptly walks towards the blonde Caucasian, and once he reaches Dante's left side, halts to ask in a plain tone, "Are you the only one here?"

Dante takes a bite off the apple before turning his attention to Trace with his back against the sofa and casually responds, despite having his mouth a little full. "Nope. Ilya's here too. She's taking a shower, I believe."

Trace raises his right eyebrow while putting both hands on his waist with skepticism emanated. "And Yuki?"

Dante swallows the bits of apple he was chewing and faintly smirks. "Somewhere with Sano. I'm sure she'll be-" He steers his vision away from Trace to focus on his apple. "Never mind, she's already here." Dante takes another bite of his apple while cheerfully stating, "Munch!"

Trace's left speechless due to what Dante just did with his jaw slightly hanging until hearing the motel's door open and turns his head towards his left so he can look behind himself.

Yuki stands in front of the motel's entrance/exit, cups both hands around her mouth and yells out with her head cocked back a tad, "Hey! Is anyone here?!"

Trace faces Yuki while saying in a smart-ass tone, "If you just looked around before shouting, you'd had known that from the get-go."

Yuki hurriedly shifts her concentration towards Trace and then demonstrates a tough bravado as she lowers both hands to her sides. "Well, I've been searching everywhere for you all, so I wanted to take a shortcut and yell at the top of my lungs to see if anyone was here, instead of spending time going to the rooms !"

Dante laughs following a third portion of his apple entering his mouth with his eyes shut. "Makes sense to me!"

Yuki notices Dante behind Trace by slanting her head to the left and joyously inhales. "Dan-!" She suddenly realizes something before swiftly setting her sights on her apparel and witness their somewhat tattered condition. This causes a distressful gasp to escape her lips while drawing her left hand's fingertips near them. "This is horrendous!" Yuki frantically runs off in the direction of her room, which involves her passing the right side of the currently empty motel attendant's counter, with her left hand down. "I can't let Dante see me like this! I have to bathe and fix this up, quick!"

Dante comments with his gaze on his almost finished apple . "Ilya's showering right now, Yuki! She has a bad experience with-!"

Ilya's voice echoes from the hallway as she sounds fairly upset with a tiny amount of the shower's running water able to be heard. "Ahhh! What the heck, Yuki?! Don't you knock?!"

Dante chuckles while skeptically glancing at his right and mumbles, "Like she has much of a right to talk." Curiosity randomly radiates from his person with his eyes now on the ceiling as he thinks, "Wait... Did she say FIX?" He then quickly peers to his left with interest mixed in, having put the hand holding his apple atop the sofa's armrest. Not even a few seconds later, Dante gets to his feet and walks pass Trace's right.

Seeing that occur, Trace can't help being a little concerned while kind of annoyed at the same time. "Where are you going now?"

Dante lifts his right hand to wave off Trace's inquiry, having recently tossed the apple's remains into the front counter's garbage can. "I'm just stepping outside. No need to be overprotective, Trace."

Trace's visible eye narrows as he grits his teeth from mild anger.

Dante exits the motel while positioning both hands behind his back and instantly finds himself face to face with Sano, who had patiently been waiting outside as it's obvious that the golden-eyed teen continues wearing his battle-scarred clothing. "Hey."

Sano waves his left hand at Dante as the other holds one end of Ruyi Jingu Bang. "Yo." The tanned boy plants his left hand at the opposite side of the orange staff and utters with a light smile, "Seems that we've both went through some hardcore bouts."

Dante nods in agreement after restraining himself from laughing. "Certainly. So, is there something you want, Sano? Yuki's busy in the shower." The green-eyed individual playfully winks his left eye at Sano.

Nervousness plagues Sano. "Huh? No, it has nothing to do with her... " The jacket-wearing male pauses as he takes a deep breath. "The thing is... Well... I was wondering about that whole thing of you wanting to be my friend..."

Dante looks towards his left to not make eye contact with Sano anymore and asks in a laid-back way, "What about it?"

Sano scratches the back of his head with his right hand while closing his eyes. "Is it too late for us to be friends?"

Dante scoffs prior to reverting his eyes to Sano. "That's sorta' dumb, Sano. Whoever said that we weren't already friends? Just because you politely rejected my offer, doesn't mean a thing. We are meant to be friends. All five of us. That's just the way things are."

Sano's eyes snap open as he retains his hand behind his head while astonishment appears. Not long after that, the black-haired teen lowers his right hand to grip onto Ruyi Jingu Bang and musters up his courage. "In that case, would it be cool if I go with you guys to wherever you're headed? I'm tired of being alone."

Dante abruptly gives Sano a menacing glare while asking in a vacant voice, "Are you kidding me?" He hurriedly stands next to Sano's left with his right arm mounted on the staff-wielding person's shoulder and earnestly states, "I wouldn't want it any other freaking way!" Dante cheerfully grins.

Sano gasps with a profound quantity of happiness expelling from his being before throwing his right hand into the air, closes his eyes once again and tilts his head back. "Yahoo!"

Trace overhears the commotion without leaving the lobby, his attention briefly aimed towards the motel's exit, and then shrugs in an uncaring manner while diverting his vision to the right. "There he goes doing what he wants again. It never ends, does it?"

*Scene Change*

A night sky presents a decently-blotted moon since there are numerous, big clouds steadily moving towards the right from a person's point of view. At the same time, the sound of burning can be heard with countless distraught feminine and masculine yells generating out of a two-floor, stone, medieval structure that the now deceased Enshin Billiard called home as it has been set ablaze. While that happens, inside, severed remains of men and woman are all over the place with blood drenching practically on every part of the first floor, which had formerly contained an appearance that wasn't too bad for being a hideout for what many would define as a gang of thugs, and is slowly getting engulfed by fire.

One rugged, light-skinned man with the "Enshin's Disciples" tattoo on his neck while having short, jagged brown hair and brown clothing desperately runs into the handful of chairs scattered around the first floor's eastern side as he's trying to get away from something. During his attempt, the disciple falls down because of his right foot accidentally tripping over a chair and lands flat on his face while crushing a couple of chairs he landed on with agony establishing itself.

Malicious laughter resounds from behind the brown-haired man while a titanium, curved sword that's over a meter in length and roughly four inches thick rapidly spins forward within an olive-skin, right hand raised to be at the same level as its owner's head. In the meantime, a cynical male voice chimes with minor grievance added while heading in the fallen male's location, "Quit running! You think I fucking like chasing people around?! Fuck!"

The jagged-hair man peers behind himself in terror as he uncontrollably quivers during his effort to get back up . "Y-You k-k-killed them all!"

A sinister grin takes shape on the pursuer's face, having ceased his advancement not far from the fearful individual, with his silver eyes staring down at the defenseless disciple and rebuttals in a more tranquil manner, however, still retains some agitation. "That goes without saying. No survivors. That's what the Trailblaze Organization's all about. Fuck." He extends his right arm forward and cuts down the brown-haired person's back countless times due to him not refraining his sword's spinning motion with not a single shred of remorse emitted.

The jagged-hair man throws his head backwards with an excruciating scream escaping from him after shutting his eyes. Concurrently, an immense sum of blood spills from the disciple's assaulted area until he's unable to take the overwhelming pain and collapses on the floor without having any life left in his being.

Having watched that transpire, the olive-skinned man, who has short, kind of sleek, red hair with bangs that completely covers his forehead and doesn't go any further than his neck on the back, stops his sword's rotation while lowering his right hand to the side as he comments in a bored tone, "That was just too easy. Fuck." The silver-eyed gentleman switches his attention toward his clothing, which is comprised of a plain red t-shirt, a silver coat that's always open because of the lack of it having buttons as it nearly reaches his knees with a popped collar, silver pants and red shoes. After that, the Trailblaze member slightly groans in anger when he sees that a little bit of blood got on his coat's right side and grabs a hold of its edge to examine the clothing better via his left hand. "I can never go anywhere without getting blood on you, can I?! Fuck!"

Unexpectedly, a stumbling sound occurs toward the olive-skinned man's left and forces him to investigate with a simple turn of his head while curiosity generates on his average-looking face. He soon sees the curly, red-haired woman that Enshin last thought about before dying as she's up against the wall belonging to that section with a yellow, sleeping gown on. The woman with peach-colored eyes quietly had witnessed the slaughter invoked by the person before her until trying to sneak away towards her right during the coat-wearing man's rambling, however, the red-head's legs didn't cooperate too well, which is why she's now in the enemy's gaze.

The olive-skinned man gives off a fake laugh as he faces the busty female with his left hand letting go of his coat. "Look at this! I missed one of Enshin's whores! I must be getting old to fuck up like that! Fuck!"

Hearing that causes the red-head woman to lean her back on the wall with fear instantly surfacing after placing her right hand over her stomach while shivering a bit while keeping her eyes glued on the Trailblaze member.

Meanwhile, a monotone, male voice speaks from the olive-skinned man's left without showing his entire presence. "It's strange you'd call yourself old when you're merely 34 years old. You've yet to even experience a mid-life-crisis, Conner."

Conner shifts his attention to the left prior to seeing a younger man with dark green, medium-sized, wavy hair that's fastened into a small, samurai-style tail, which permits the visibility of his forehead, light skin and owns silver eyes as well. In addition, the green-haired individual wears a blue, polo shirt while unbuttoned at the top, the buttons being the same shade of green as his hair, with blue jeans and dark green shoes. Afterwards, Conner's expression dulls before slouching his shoulders and says in exasperation, "I wasn't serious, Naoki. Can't you tell? Fuck."

Naoki calmly shakes his head. "I apologize. The way you talk doesn't let me grasp the difference in your personality. You'd have to tell me that you're serious or I'll solely consider everything that comes out of your mouth to be nonsensical and useless."

Conner shrugs before fixing his posture. "That would be too much of a pain." He resets his concentration on the peach-eyed beauty with a cruel smirk. "Now, let me kill this whore that way we can get the fuck out of here already. I hate being treated like an errand boy. Master Takeru coulda' sent anyone else to do this, so why us? Fuck."

Naoki reaches into his pants' left pocket via the hand belonging to the same side, pulls out a miniature version of Devil's Circuit and demonstrates it to Conner within the palm of his hand. "Most likely because he knew we would get the job done quicker and more efficiently without any problem." The silver-eyed gentleman checks out his surroundings. "Though... I can't imagine the necessity of setting Enshin Billiard's residence on fire and murdering all his followers that were here during his outing. Originally, you and I were to wait until Loki gave us confirmation on his status with them. Once he'd tell us things didn't work out, that's exactly when we'd retrieve Devil's Circuit."

Conner maintains his eyes locked on the curly-haired dame with a sly smile. "Our confirmation has already been received, but not from Loki." The sword-wielding person points his weapon towards the ceiling with his right arm fully extended. "It was from this very household! The moment Enshin neglected it and left, he signed all of his disciples' death warrant! Fuck!"

The red-haired woman angrily interjects herself in the conversation after closing her eyes and leaning forward a little. "You're wrong!"

Both Conner, who recently lowered his right limb to his side, and Naoki give the attractive individual an indifferent look without uttering a response.

The red-haired woman drops her head while mildly opening both eyes to stare at the stone floor with her right hand still mounted on her lower abdomen. "He isn't the gentlest man you'll ever meet... And doesn't forgive very often, but he understands the messed up feeling someone would get from being abandoned! He would rather kill his disciples than kick them out, so they wouldn't feel that way!"

Conner cocks his head to the right as confusion takes form. "Enshin's more fucked up than I thought. Fuck."

Naoki promptly puts his left hand into his pocket and asks the red-haired woman with no emotion at all, "What would you do if he were to die, then?"

The red-haired woman's eyes widen while temporarily stunned by Naoki's question until debating within her mind for a few seconds. Not long after that, the peach-eyed lady peers at Naoki as she gathers her resolve and firmly states, "Ending my life would be the usual choice." A courageous grin overtakes her demeanor. "If I didn't, he would have no one to release his stress on. Unless, that man finds himself a bunch of sluts wherever he goes... But I really doubt they'll satisfy him like I can." She faintly giggles and then veers her gaze down to her stomach area with sadness replacing her previous attitude.

Taking into account the female's composition, Naoki briefly watches her before deviating his attention to Conner. "What do you plan on doing?"

Conner looks at Naoki with curiosity arising and points his left index finger towards himself. "You talking to me?" The coat-wearing man aims the tip of his curve-shaped sword at his left hand's palm, and with a steady thrust of that limb to the weapon's hilt, slowly makes its blade recede into nothing, leaving only the handle visible. "I'm planning on leaving. She's going to end her life anyway." He turns away from the red-haired dame, puts the handle in his back pocket located on the right and walks pass Naoki's left. "No use doing it for her. I'm not some kind of charity. Fuck."

The red-haired woman's greatly surprised as she hastily brings her focus onto Conner while intently seeing him leave.

Naoki partially witnesses Conner's departure prior to resting his gaze upon the gown-wearing woman and gestures his right hand at her in a salute. "Farewell." The green-haired Trailblaze member turns around, having put his right hand down, as he commences his advancement towards the exit that's several meters from where he was standing. "Be quick to get out, once we're nowhere to be seen. If this place wasn't made out of stone, it'd had fallen a long time ago. Though... Even if it had, no problems would've happened. We're too strong for something so remedial." He reaches the exit, which is a fairly enormous doorway while currently open thanks to Conner, and says in the middle of passing through it, "Take care of yourself and that baby you're carrying inside you. Do as much as possible to give it a good life. I believe that'd be Enshin's desire."

Astonishment overcomes the red-head female, who's softly digging her fingers into her belly, and vacantly mutters as the roaring flames within the first floor continue to spread everywhere, "How does he know... I'm pregnant?"

*Scene Change*

In Wukong Village, day had turned into night following many hours since Dante's acceptance of Sano joining him and the others. This brought an issue for Ilya due to the existing intolerance of someone like Sano, who's creation would be deemed blasphemous from both Spellcasters and humans. Obvious enough, Dante brushed off the white-haired teen's inquiry as he would take total responsibility of assuring Sano's addition to be acknowledged by the Royal Council.

Now, with the tiresome battle involving Enshin's Disciples becoming a memory, almost everyone had already gone to bed after a couple of them changed into better conditioned attire and acquired a well-deserved feast that was comprised of the food Sano stole from the convenience store. However, he chose to keep that fact a secret from all of them, except Dante, who easily knew complements of his ability to hear his new comrade's thoughts. The golden-eyed boy managed to accomplish the delivery of nourishment by momentarily returning to his campsite, packed all of his belongings inside multiple bags he had stored in the tent without leaving a single thing behind, which included the large, straw basket that held all the food as he carried it on his back, and sneaked into the motel considering that the villagers still aren't too fond of him, even though he helped defeat Enshin's Disciples.

During their slumber, Dante, who's the lone member of the group continuing to be awake while wearing his old apparel again, silently enters Ilya and Yuki's room to plant his right hand on the center of its carpet with his Sealing Glove on as he's kneeling via his right leg. The blonde temporarily glances at both girls as they're sleeping on twin-size beds parallel from each other while Ilya's vertically towards the left wall and Yuki, who isn't wearing her hair in twin-tails or her cotton-material jacket at the moment since it wouldn't be comfortable if she did, is stationed next to the right wall with both girls' body masked by the bed sheets. Following that, Dante contentedly smirks with his vision zooming onto the floor before a crimson light shines while expelling out the room's window and its door's edges.

Not much later, Dante returned to his room as he sees Sano sprawled atop the bed that was originally intended for the green-eyed young man, however, knew he wasn't going to use it and offered the furniture to the black-haired individual while located at the room's left side with only a pair of grey jean shorts on. Simultaneously, the blonde noticed Ruyi Jingu Bang tightly clenched inside Sano's right hand that's above the tanned gentleman's head with all the bags, and even the straw basket containing what's left of his food, lying on the carpet around his bed as a loud snoring sound generates from Sano during his sleep.

Then, Dante diverts his gaze to Trace, who's facing towards the wall next to his bed in a slightly curled position while remaining in the same clothes he always wear and peacefully sleeps as the big, white backpack holding some of the group's possessions rests at the foot of Trace's bed. After doing that, the glove-wearing young man does the same he did in Ilya and Yuki's room as he softly says to himself with joy, "I think we've gone far enough the long way. It's time to put that seal I left to some use." His Sealing Glove brilliantly glows crimson once more until night abruptly changes to day with the Sun almost completely risen over the horizon.

In the meantime, Dante finds himself inside Ilya's apartment while kneeling in front of the bed she loaned him that continues to be in the living room as all of the stuff that resided in Dante/Trace/Sano's room are scattered everywhere, with the exception of its furniture. A couple of seconds later, the Caucasian individual removes his no longer radiating glove from the floor, gets to his feet, quickly throws both fists into the air after shutting his eyes with his head slanted backwards and happily shouts, "We're finally here!"

Trace and Sano frantically sit up with an alarmed expression, they're attention strictly on Dante's back, as both are on top of the bed next to one another while almost falling off since it isn't made to fit two people. It doesn't take them long to notice that fact, quickly make eye contact and then scream out in unison with a profound quantity of shock brimming.

Dante opens his eyes to swiftly snap his head in the direction of his two friends prior to cheerfully smiling with a mild chuckle and puts his arms down. "Good morning!" He immediately hears Ilya and Yuki also screaming a split second after greeting the two behind him, which forced his focus to be drawn towards where the Velkry Spellcaster's room is at. "Looks like they're up too! Awesome! This will be the perfect set-up!" The young male sets his sights on the balcony ahead of him and flashes out the peace sign via his right hand. "Well, that's it for Season 1, folks! Until next time, later!" He shuts his eyes with a delighted grin.

*Scene Cuts To Black*

End Of Season 1.