Koorimaru floated steadily, hands at his side, eyes unblinking as Sarada came hurtling towards him impaled upon a scythe.
When he started to move, the Saiyan Queen had aleady been turned intangible.
One and a half seconds ought to be adequate enough for you to slide off the blade...
Phantom Phase!
Regardless, Koorimaru flew toward the God of Reality...or more precisely the scythe in flight, and clasped his hands around the handle to take it for his own.
"I appreciate the gift, but the gesture is less than generous, hoh? Allow me to return the favor!"
Seized upon the godly weapon, he would attempt to wrest it from its master along with its focus.
Doomsday Sloth!
Two pairs of eyes peered out from a single body, and though no words were spoken, there was a silent conversation at play. Each shard that flew towards Kaibyo had been deftly parried by the narrowest ki-edge to avoid direct contact, and resonate with the specific energy frequency, they began to coalesce. Much in the way that the training of ten thousand years set had set the legacy into their bones and returned the foundation of the technique, it seemed that what the God of Reality had done in its attempt to leave this universe behind had nonetheless drawn upon it, as if its subconscious self could not transcend to create something truly new.
This is only a taste of things to come, Ochazuke spoke within their shared mind,
Reaching it will be all but impossible if we cannot combat it directly.
That so? Prince Blue up there seemed to touch it just fine, Kaibyo replied. Her leg flashed out, striking and overturning more of the shards into dissipation or suspended there ebbing with the strange noise of Creation.
You've come a long way from where we left each other.
A flare of energy burst the sleeves off of her gi, resonate ki shrouding Kaibyo's arms as she slashed her elbows out as more seemed to gather. They were gathering with speed and in far greater numbers, yet they could perceive them all.
In better times, you'd be face-down on a cot in the gym, surrounded by empty bottles.
That may be, but I was always paying attention. In fact, I know everything the Old Turtle passed along, my sister told you first. Remember to listen.
Standing in the middle of the approaching shards, the more they struck out at them, the more information they began to parse of their method. Their intention. Their very energy.
Drawing upon the hidden hand of the Phoenix School, Ochazuke began to draw upon the energy set in the static, singing shards as they moved with
Houyoukusen.
"Well...nothing to it, but to do it...although I can't really sound off in this pit of the hereafter. Maybe you can get into contact with one of the Guardians, preferably one with a ship, and I can 'port us there."
Setting Excalibur back into its scabbard, Jack rest his hand upon the hilt.
"It's a bit late for Asha'rah to make it right, but for old Arthur, this has been a long time coming."