Chapter 18:

As the child soared through the air, propelled by the boss's forceful flick, a twisted grin formed on his blood-stained lips. He saw the opportunity presented before him—the chance to sink his teeth into yet another source of sustenance.

The third brother's warning reached his ears, confirming that his trajectory was headed straight toward his unsuspecting sibling. The child's eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight as he extended his limbs, ready to strike with feral precision.

In a split second, the child's body collided with the second brother, their momentum combined in a clash that sent shockwaves reverberating through the battlefield. The impact was jarring, both bodies recoiling from the force of the collision.

The second brother, caught off guard by the sudden assault, stumbled backward, his Koukaku weapon slipping from his grasp. The child, however, wasted no time. He swiftly latched onto the second brother's arm, his teeth sinking deep into the flesh, just as he had done with the boss.

A guttural cry erupted from the second brother, his features contorted in pain. He thrashed and struggled, desperately attempting to shake off the child's vice-like grip. But the child held firm, his teeth clamped down with a savage tenacity, determined to extract every morsel of nourishment from his prey.

The taste of fresh blood flooded the child's senses, invigorating him with a renewed surge of strength. The child's wounds, inflicted by the relentless onslaught of his opponents, began to heal at an astonishing pace. His physical exhaustion faded into the background as the stolen vitality coursed through his veins.

Meanwhile, the second brother's struggles grew feeble, his strength sapped by the child's merciless assault. He could feel his life force draining away, his body growing weaker with each passing moment.

The child, his eyes burning with an unhinged hunger, revelled in the power coursing through him. His predatory instincts kicked into overdrive, urging him to consume more, to dominate and devour those who stood in his way.

The child's cruel and calculated tactics had pushed the brothers to the brink of desperation. The boss and the third brother unleashed a flurry of attacks, their strikes fueled by a mixture of fury and fear. But the child's agility and cunning proved to be an insurmountable barrier, as he effortlessly evaded their every blow.

His movements were a dance of death, weaving through the chaos with an eerie grace. With each nimble step, he inflicted more wounds upon the second brother, relishing in the pain he caused. The child's once-innocent face now bore a sinister grin, his scarlet eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the brothers fought to protect their fallen comrade. Their desperation fueled their attacks, but it also clouded their judgment. The child's relentless onslaught had taken its toll, sapping their strength and leaving them vulnerable to his merciless advances.

The boss, consumed by a mix of anger and desperation, lunged forward with a ferocity born from the depths of his soul. His fists collided with the child's body, each blow fueled by a desire to avenge his fallen brother. But the child seemed unfazed, his regenerative powers repairing the damage almost instantaneously.

The third brother, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination, followed suit. With his Koukaku Kagune raised high, he unleashed a devastating strike, aiming to incapacitate the child once and for all. But like a phantom, the child slipped through his grasp, leaving the third brother swinging at thin air.

The child's cruelty was matched only by his elusiveness, making him a formidable opponent. His innocence, tainted by a thirst for revenge, had transformed him into a relentless predator, preying upon his weakened foes with a cold and calculated efficiency.

The child's grin sent shivers down their spines, a chilling reminder of the monster that stood before them. The boss tightened his grip, his fingers digging into the child's flesh, but to his astonishment, the child did not flinch. Instead, a wicked gleam flickered in his scarlet eyes.

With a sudden burst of strength, the child broke free from the boss's grasp, his body contorting and twisting in ways that defied human limits. In a swift motion, he delivered a brutal blow to the boss's abdomen, causing him to stagger backward in pain.

The third child, consumed by his rage, lunged at the child with reckless abandon. But the child was no longer the innocent, vulnerable figure they once knew. He had embraced his inner darkness, his once-frail body now honed into a weapon of destruction.

In a display of uncanny speed and agility, the child evaded the third child's attacks effortlessly, taunting him with each missed strike. The child's movements were fluid and precise as if he had become one with the chaos that surrounded them.

With a sudden burst of Kagune, the child unleashed a devastating counterattack. His Rinkaku Kagune tore through the air, slashing at the third child with a ferocity that was both mesmerizing and horrifying.

Each strike found its mark, leaving deep gashes in the third child's flesh.

The boss, recovering from the initial blow, launched himself back into the fray. Determination burned in his eyes as he unleashed his Bikaku Kagune, the powerful appendages slicing through the air with lethal force.

But the child was no longer the helpless prey they had underestimated. He danced through the onslaught, his movements a macabre ballet of death.

As the battle raged on, a sense of desperation washed over the brothers. They had underestimated the child's transformation, his descent into darkness. Their attempts to avenge their fallen brother had only served to awaken a primal and insatiable hunger within the child.

The child's attacks grew more relentless and savage, fueled by a combination of bloodlust and a thirst for power. He revelled in the pain he inflicted, relishing in the fear and anguish that painted the brothers' faces.

The boss's mind raced with regret and self-blame. He was consumed by a maddening mix of grief, anger, and guilt. The child's actions had exposed their vulnerabilities and exploited their mistakes with a calculated precision that was both terrifying and impressive.

The child's calculating nature had become all too evident. His intuition guided him to exploit every opportunity that presented itself, ensuring his own survival and dominance on the battlefield. He had become a master of manipulation, using his opponents' emotions and misjudgments against them.

As the boss stared into the child's blood-red eyes, he saw a reflection of his own failures. The child had taken advantage of their loss of composure, turning their grief and anger into fuel for his own insatiable hunger.

But the boss refused to succumb to despair. His brother's deaths would not be in vain. With a surge of determination, he channeled his rage into a renewed sense of purpose.

The boss charged forward, his Bikaku Kagune extending and intertwining like deadly tendrils. Each strike aimed to tear through the child's defences and bring him down. But the child, fueled by his own twisted desires, danced gracefully amidst the chaos, evading the boss's attacks with a combination of agility and brutality.