The Scythe Weasel didn't want to encounter such troublesome matters.
After thinking it over... it's better to kill these two! It's easier and saves time!
"Although I have no grievances with you two..." the Scythe Weasel's tone was devoid of joy or sorrow, "but who can blame your rotten luck."
As soon as the words were spoken...
Bang!
A massive stomping sound exploded!
The Scythe Weasel leaped towards Aoto and Mukiwa without a running start, using gravity to bring the sword raised high overhead crashing down.
There was no time or room to ponder who this guy actually was... Aoto quickly sidestepped to the left, leaving the spot where he was standing, and Mukiwa also dodged in a similar direction with Aoto.
Having missed his strike, the Scythe Weasel landed steadily on his feet, swiftly changing his posture and direction, and pounced at Aoto and Mukiwa again.
Appearing suddenly and chopping at them without a word... this guy was wrapped in a mist that made Aoto feel confused.
