Do You Think You Can Kill Me?

"What is that?" Suikazan Fuguki's pupils constricted as he stared fixedly at the brambles behind Nagato. He also keenly sensed that Samehada in his hand—the body wrapped in bandages—had actually shrunk back. It was like a predator resting in the jungle suddenly sensing a threat from its own kind. But before Suikazan Fuguki could make sense of Samehada's abnormal reaction, the red-haired boy before him let out an inhuman roar: "Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Brambles!