I looked up to see Kiun, the thunder blade, charging down at me. Takemikazuchi stood in front of me, getting ready to swing his sword to finish me off. I clenched my eyes shut, both in anticipation of the wait and because of the pain Yukine was causing me from his screaming and crying. "This is it," I thought. I balled my hands into fists, nails digging into my palm. "I'm going to die."
The impact that I felt was not the one that I was expecting. What I felt instead was a pair of small hands on my back, roughly shoving me sideways. I opened my eyes and saw Hiyori, …show more content…
Yukine was no longer crying, but there were tear stains on his cheeks. Replacing his tears was a stone-cold glare, focused on Takemikazuchi. I slowly pushed myself up from the ground, standing up. I looked directly at Takemikazuchi with an emotionless expression.
"Come on, you can't blame me for that, Yato," he laughed.
I forced out a small laugh in reply before saying, "Really? Now, why is that?" My voice was just as emotionless as my expression.
"She jumped out of nowhere. I had no way of knowing that she'd do that," he argued, holding his hands out in defense.
"Yeah, but you don't care about what you did the slightest bit. She was just an innocent human. She did not deserve to die, but look at her," I motioned to her body, "she's dead. That's all because of you. You killed her." I lunged forward towards Takemikazuchi, swinging Yukine from side-to-side when I was close enough, killing the god that killed Hiyori. Bishamon was the first of the other gods to move, finishing off the god that she was previously fighting with one hit from