A single raindrop fell from the sky and landed—of all places—on the blade tinged with a violet hue. Normally, when a raindrop hits something hot, it vanishes with a sizzle—chiiik—but when it touched the wooden sword, it disappeared without a sound.

Was it because the surroundings were noisy?

Or had I simply missed the faint sound?

I looked around at the Four Heavenly Kings with a puzzled expression, and absurdly enough, I ended up sharing that question with them.

Even in this moment of life and death, the Red King asked me, “Sect Leader, what martial art is that, exactly?”

It wasn’t easy to answer. If I spoke and missed even a single breath, the four of them might surge at me all at once.

“……”