Spirit Reversal

If Kaguya was correct, this was Mukuro Hoshimiya's "Unlock" ability.

Though this ability was summed up in a single word, its power was not to be underestimated. It allowed her to create small teleportation portals for spatial movement, enabling not only her own transport but also the redirection of attacks aimed at her. This kind of power was stronger than any defense, as it used space manipulation, avoiding any points of impact and thus preventing her defenses from being broken.

But when Kaguya saw Mukuro Hoshimiya's appearance, she couldn't help but smirk.

Mukuro's chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing somewhat labored, no longer as composed and easy as before. It seemed that even though she'd redirected Kaguya's tailed beast ball, the immense energy contained within it had still drained a considerable amount of her spirit power.

Seeing this…

A mischievous grin appeared on Kaguya's face as she extended her arms, summoning black Tailed Beast Balls into both of her palms. This time, however, there were two balls instead of one. They hovered silently in her hands, radiating a vast and formidable energy. Such energy was a mere drop in the ocean for Kaguya, with her seemingly endless reserve of dark chakra.

Boom!

With a sound that tore through the air, the two Tailed Beast Balls transformed into streaks of black light, like two arrows, and shot toward Mukuro at lightning speed.

Mukuro Hoshimiya's expression didn't show the slightest hint of fear. Her stance shifted, her spear ready, unwavering as she faced the oncoming attack, her focus and concentration unyielding.

But just then, the Tailed Beast Balls in mid-air underwent a transformation. The two balls suddenly expanded, swelling into a dozen massive Tailed Beast Balls with a thunderous roar, each one raining down on Mukuro like a goddess scattering flowers.

Mukuro's face stiffened, her gaze hardening. Her spear remained steady, glowing with a brilliant intensity.

"Tailed Beast Ball Barrage."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A burst of light, brighter than even the explosion of a hydrogen bomb, filled the sky. In that instant, the world turned stark white, a light so bright that it outshone the sun. Immediately after, an earth-shattering explosion resounded, echoing across the heavens.

The shockwaves of the explosion surged out, blending with a forceful blast of air that spread like a tsunami, sweeping through everything in its path and dispersing the clouds. The shockwaves reached the ground, rippling outward in waves. The earth caved in instantly, and the buildings around were razed to the ground within moments, leaving the once-ruined city even more desolate.

The devastation caused by this power was even greater than a hydrogen bomb, nearly leveling the entire city into rubble. Worse still, the savage energy nearly collapsed the underground shelters. Many areas had already fallen in, and had Kaguya's power not held back a portion of the destruction, the city would have turned into a ghost town, with all its residents either dead or gravely injured.

Of course, Kaguya wasn't being merciful. She simply figured that if the city were completely wiped out, where would she go to shop for groceries and household items? Would she have to fly to another city just to buy things?

Moreover, having corpses strewn everywhere was visually unpleasant, and if it somehow triggered some kind of biohazard outbreak, that would be beyond disgusting.

"Since you attacked me, you are my enemy, and you will suffer the consequences of your actions."

A calm voice suddenly rang out, and from the thick smoke and dust, a small figure emerged—it was Mukuro Hoshimiya.

However, she looked far from composed. Her clothes had been shredded to the point of barely covering her, with torn strips just barely keeping her body modest. Her plump breasts was barely concealed, and a faint pink hint of her areolae was visible. Her once-elegant attire was now tattered and slightly singed in places. The armor on her legs had fallen off at some point, revealing her small, delicate feet.

The enhanced Tailed Beast Ball had clearly inflicted severe damage, leaving several wounds on her skin, some of which were still bleeding.

"Didn't expect you to still be conscious. That's quite impressive." Kaguya said in mild surprise. She hadn't held back in their earlier fight, and she'd compressed the chakra in the Tailed Beast Balls to increase their power several times over.

"If you're going to keep interfering with me, then you'll just have to die." Mukuro's expression grew sharp as she raised her spear, her gaze intense, her body poised for battle.

A violent surge of spirit energy erupted from her like a tidal wave, unleashing a furious storm that roared in all directions. Amidst the howling wind, Mukuro's cold voice rang out, a single word that echoed with icy conviction.

The words were soft, but they reached Kaguya's ears with piercing clarity, radiating an invisible force that rippled outward like waves on water.

At the same time, the tension in Mukuro's shoulders was replaced by a fierce determination, and a raging aura poured out of her. The remnants of her clothing tore apart with a "screech," falling away in pieces. Now, all she wore were mere scraps that barely clung to her curves, especially across her chest, where only a few strips of cloth covered her, exposing large patches of her white skin. It was hardly clothing anymore.

But Kaguya's attention wasn't focused on these details—her gaze fell upon the staff in Mukuro's hands. It had originally been key-shaped but now morphed, and after a rapid transformation, it turned into a long halberd.

The halberd was almost as tall as Mukuro herself, creating a striking contrast with her petite form. Its spear-tip gleamed with a cold, lethal shine, emanating an intimidating aura.

Mukuro gripped the weapon firmly, exuding an unwavering sense of resolve. Her stare fixed unflinchingly on Kaguya, and her aura surged with aggression as she sneered, "Now I'll make you regret ever crossing me."

However, Kaguya was unfazed, strolling casually closer to Mukuro before stopping, looking down at the Spirit girl before her. A smirk played at the corners of her mouth as she sneered, "With this paltry level of skill, you actually think you can stand against me? You're nothing but a foolish child, fooling herself."

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Mukuro Hoshimiya? Poor thing, she was an orphan from a young age and then adopted by a family. She cherished them dearly. However, her adoptive family didn't care for her as she did for them. And so, Mukuro? had always yearned for their affection, hoping that by being obedient, she would win it. From the age of five, she began suppressing her emotions.

Over time, Mukuro continued to love her family, but lost her dreams. She started isolating herself, believing that if she made herself invisible, she wouldn't trouble them. Her love for them was unwavering, even though they showed her only indifference. She continued to harbor this belief until the numbness in her heart convinced her that it was normal.

In truth, she was just a child, craving family love.

To Kaguya, however, Mukuro's way of sealing her emotions was nothing more than childish self-deception.

"Hah!"

Mukuro let out a soft cry, almost inaudible, as she lunged forward, thrusting with her spear.

Clang! A sharp metallic sound rang out.

Sparks flew.

At the critical moment, Kaguya projected the Sword of Victory, interposing it against the spear. The spear scraped against the sword, sending out a trail of brilliant sparks.

It was difficult to read Mukuro's expression. Her gaze was empty, like a hollow vessel. Her spear, still vibrating from the impact, showed no signs of relenting.

"Such strength. You've surprised me." Kaguya lifted her arm suddenly, releasing a burst of immense power from her sword, forcing Mukuro's spear backward. Her relentless push nearly knocked Mukuro off her feet as the golden aura surged forward.

Clang!

The loud sound of clashing metal echoed. Mukuro staggered back slightly, the spear still in her hand, her breathing becoming labored. Kaguya smirked, saying, "Can't defeat me, can you? Sealing away your emotions—did it seal away your intelligence too, little sister?" With a flick of her wrist, Kaguya angled her sword, slashing along the shaft of Mukuro's spear, sending out a stream of sparks. Her sword broke through the spear's defenses, aiming directly at Mukuro's chest.

"Why do you oppose me?" Mukuro asked, her tone flat and cold, as though none of this mattered to her.

"Haven't I already told you?" Kaguya took a deep breath, speaking seriously. "I'm here for your chastity."

Saying something like that to a girl under any other circumstances would surely get you killed.

However, Mukuro merely stared back, expression unchanging, and replied, "If that's the case, then so be it. I won't resist." Hearing her resignation, Kaguya couldn't help but sigh, realizing how numbed Mukuro had become.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

To everyone's surprise, Mukuro swung her spear with fierce resolve, intercepting Kaguya's attacks. But as Kaguya pressed her relentless assault, the strain started showing on Mukuro.

Others might have been overwhelmed by the onslaught, but for Kaguya, it still wasn't enough.

Kaguya's lips curved into a slight smile, and she unleashed a brilliant glow from the Sword of Victory. Her golden blade emerged, and with a step forward, she leaped like an arrow from a drawn bow, her body arching as she slashed out in a radiant sweep.

Boom!

The sword and spear clashed with a thunderous sound, scattering dazzling sparks everywhere.

Mukuro's spear trembled under the impact, her chest heaving as she struggled to hold steady. Her concentration wavered for a brief moment. This slip allowed Kaguya's sword to slide closer, pressing her advantage.

"Try my swordsmanship," Kaguya chuckled, spinning her sword and unleashing a flurry of chilling blades, each one tearing through the air.

Seizing her momentum—

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Kaguya's sword struck down like a fierce storm, repeatedly pounding against Mukuro's spear, casting sparks in all directions.

In Kaguya's hands, the Sword of Victory came alive—slashing, slicing, chopping, and hacking. Under her fierce onslaught, Mukuro was utterly overwhelmed, struggling just to block.

The endless swordlight spread out like an invisible net, bearing down upon Mukuro. Her spear was barely holding up, each blow pushing her closer to her limits.

Finally, with a soft cry, Kaguya's sword sliced through, tearing into her. Amid the sound of fabric ripping, Mukuro's clothing fell apart, exposing her chest, which bounced free in an instant.

Her size and firmness left even the well-experienced Kaguya in awe. This girl truly was a stunning beauty, strengthening Kaguya's resolve to possess her.

Kaguya's attacks intensified as the swordlight erupted. Her lips curved upward, and she murmured, "Rabbit Hair Needle."

In an instant, Kaguya's hair—mist-like and waterfall-like—suddenly grew longer. With a soft "swoosh," countless strands shot out, filling the air, densely layered and covering everything.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Caught off guard, Mukuro tried to fend off the threads, but they were too many. Her spear faltered as they wrapped around her, leaving her defenseless. Kaguya's sword pierced forward, aiming for Mukuro, who stumbled, her limbs immobilized.

"Ah!"

Finally, with a soft cry, Kaguya's sword gently flicked her, sealing her pressure points with Rabbit Hair Needle. Mukuro's body went rigid, her spear falling from her hand, while her arm hung limply.

At that moment, Kaguya raised her white arm and pulled Mukuro close, her dainty, soft body cradled in Kaguya's embrace. Mukuro's stunned face seemed to hold a mix of shame and anger, though her restrained body could only tremble helplessly.

Kaguya couldn't help but marvel, confirming to herself once again that youthful beauty with a mature figure truly was the best.

Feeling the astonishing softness beneath her fingers, Kaguya couldn't resist giving it a few gentle squeezes. Her fingers began to rub slowly, tracing over the silky surface, kneading with a delicate pressure that made the sensation even more mesmerizing. It felt like the finest silk, smooth and elusive, flowing like a mountain stream and exuding a fresh, delicate fragrance. There was even a hint of sweetness in the scent, one that seemed to soothe the soul.

However, in her arms, Mukuro? showed no reaction, remaining motionless. It wasn't that she was fully unconscious, but her faintly trembling shoulders suggested some sort of reaction—whether from the cold touch or her emotions being stirred, Kaguya couldn't tell.

Just as Kaguya wanted to take a closer look, she noticed that Mukuro's whole body suddenly emitted a faint aura. Then, without warning, Mukuro threw Kaguya off her with a powerful burst, sending her flying. Kaguya felt herself losing control and, after tumbling in midair, was finally blown back a good dozen meters before she came to a stop, looking at Mukuro in shock.

What was going on? How could Mukuro have this kind of power? Although still far from Kaguya's own level, it was far stronger than any other Spirit of her rank. If one were to use Tohka Yatogami's strength as a unit, Mukuro's spirit energy was practically equivalent to that of two Tohkas.

"Unforgivable!" Mukuro shouted, her gaze sharp and fierce, her anger palpable.

Kaguya was baffled—what had caused this sudden explosive reaction? Was it because she'd touched her inappropriately?

"Ara, Ara!" At that moment, a graceful figure emerged from the shadows, speaking with a teasing smile, "Did my dear do something excessive to an innocent girl again? No surprise there—who could resist, with you being so wild?"

The girl who appeared before Kaguya was striking, her black hair styled in two pigtails with a Lolita headpiece. She wore a black-and-red Gothic ripple dress, paired with elegant stockings that completed her look. Her skin was luminous and her eyes held a mysterious allure, especially her right eye with its golden clock pattern, giving her an air both dreamy and intense.

It was none other than the elusive Kurumi Tokisaki.

"What are you doing here?" Kaguya turned her head in surprise.

"How heartbreaking! Not only does my dear show no longing to see me, she even speaks to me in such a tone." Kurumi placed a delicate hand on her cheek, her lovely large eyes misty. "If my dear doesn't wish to see me, I could simply leave."

"Hey, hey," Kaguya said with an exasperated expression, "I didn't even say anything like that! Honestly, girl, your imagination is way too vivid. I hadn't even said anything before you made up all that on your own."

"Oh, but isn't it true?" Kurumi replied with a pitiful tone, "There isn't a single trace of joy on your face now that you've seen me."

"Do you think this is a situation where I should be smiling?" Kaguya's eyelid twitched. "Fine, how about this?" She hooked her fingers at the corners of her mouth, forcing herself to smile.

"What's that supposed to be? It looks so insincere," Kurumi puffed out her cheeks in a cute pout, marching over and pinching Kaguya's cheeks, pulling them out to the sides. "It should look more like this!"

"Hey, are you trying to turn me into some chubby-faced cat?" Kaguya grabbed her soft, pale hand, "I don't have any weird hobbies like that."

"I think it's rather cute." Kurumi blinked her beautiful large eyes as she said this.

"Your taste is seriously strange," Kaguya replied. "Look, I'm practically on the brink of death here, so don't go making things more complicated for me."

"On the brink of death?" Kurumi froze at these words, then gripped Kaguya's hand tightly, her expression growing concerned. "My dear, what happened? Is something wrong?"

Kaguya hadn't planned on revealing such things—after all, telling your prey you want to devour them might scare them off. But when she saw the genuine worry on Kurumi's lovely face, she couldn't help but say, "It's just what I told you before—uh, the matter about taking all the Spirits' chastity."

Kurumi blinked, and a mischievous smile surfaced on her face. "So, is my dear frustrated from unsatisfied desires? It's no wonder, considering the poor girl here is already half-undressed. If you really are feeling unfulfilled, my dear, you could always come to me, you know."

"Hey, hey! Do I really look like some sort of pervert to you?" Kaguya protested indignantly.

"Hmm?" Kurumi tilted her head curiously, blinking her eyes. "Aren't you?"

"I…," Kaguya faltered, unsure of how to respond.

At that moment, a streak of black light cut through the air like a shooting star, heading straight for them.

Kaguya's eyes narrowed, and with a flash, she pulled Kurumi's soft, boneless body into her embrace, narrowly dodging the incoming attack.

"Unforgivable!"

It turned out that the attacker was none other than Mukuro Hoshimiya.

She was now in an unusual state, shrouded in a dense black mist that almost looked solid, exuding a terrifying aura. Her power had multiplied several times over.

Kaguya had seen this phenomenon before in the original records; it was a Spirit's "Inverse Form" state.

A slight frown appeared between Kaguya's brows. She had intended to end this battle quickly, but she hadn't expected Mukuro to undergo an Inverse transformation at this critical moment. It's not like she had done anything too severe—at most, she had just touched her chest a little. She could understand such a reaction if a man had done that, but from one woman to another, it shouldn't have been that big of a deal. Generally, Spirits only undergo an Inverse transformation when they are driven to despair or experience intense emotional upheaval.

What in the world was going on?

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