The domain still held its shape—silent, absolute, inescapable.
No cursed energy.
No techniques.
Just bodies, intent, and the weight of the Executioner's Sword.
Kashimo moved first.
Not hesitating.
Not defending.
Just pure forward violence—closing distance in a straight line, aiming to end it in one exchange.
Takeru met him immediately.
No flourish.
No buildup.
Just a single, clean punch.
It landed like a system error correcting itself.
Kashimo's body dropped out of the air and hit the ground hard enough to crack the courtroom floor beneath them.
Hakari's eyes widened slightly.
"…That was just a punch…"
Yuta stayed focused.
"…No reinforcement… still that output…"
Ryu exhaled slowly.
"…Yeah, okay… that's ridiculous."
Uro didn't speak.
She just watched more carefully now.
Kashimo pushed himself up immediately.
Blood at the corner of his mouth.
Still smiling.
"…Good."
He came again.
Faster this time.
More desperate.
Less controlled.
Takeru didn't chase.
He simply stepped into each strike and broke the timing apart.
One hit to the shoulder.
One to the ribs.
One to the center of balance.
Kashimo stumbled back.
Not because of pain alone—
but because his rhythm was gone.
And Takeru didn't let it reset.
The exchange continued for minutes.
Short.
Brutal.
Uninterrupted.
No cursed energy to elevate it.
Just pure physical dismantling of momentum.
Eventually—
Kashimo stopped moving forward.
He stood there.
Breathing heavier.
Still upright.
Still conscious.
Still smiling.
"…So this is it…"
Takeru lowered his stance slightly.
Executioner's Sword still in hand.
Calm again.
A pause.
Then—
he spoke.
"…Hey Kashimo."
A beat.
"…Can I have your points?"
Silence.
For the first time—
Ryu actually laughed out loud.
"…This guy…"
Hakari shook his head slightly, grinning.
"…After that beatdown, that's what he asks?"
Yuta exhaled quietly.
"…Priority never changes…"
Uro muttered under her breath.
"…Insane…"
Kashimo stood there for a moment longer.
Then let out a short breath through his nose.
"…Heh."
A small grin.
"…Yeah."
The battlefield quieted.
And the result of the execution was already decided—
not by the sword—
but by what came after.