He was sure the spiritual pressure of this being had dwindled in size, to the point that it would be a good thing to declare him dead, a surprising event that occurred within that time frame was the revival of his spiritual essence, tho, one likely not to be that of a Shinigami. The fingers twitched, bringing the presence of fear into the heart of Hirāzakūra, but for a brief time, with striking speed, it sought to wrap it's hand around the forearm of Hirāzakūra. This being successful, for Hirāzakūra couldn't react on time. Intending to bite off that arm with his ragged teeth and powerful jaws.
Hirāzakūra, being infuriated stretched backwards his right arm, lunging for his blade, and at blinding speed, dug it's sharp point into the head of this being while it was halfway to the arm of Hirāzakūra, his left of course.
Contaminated blood took to the air, making its debut away from the hole that was crafted on the face due to the stabbing, spilling all over Hirāzakūra. Face, hands and even his shihakusho stained with this manner of liquid blood...
If one had really looked at this being at the point of revival, they would pinpoint his physical alteration, black sclera, darkness seeping out of open wounds on his body. Sharp claws and dangerous fangs. This aside, something interesting took place, mist filled the concavity in the head of the being, darkness crept out slowly, and as it was about to close up completely, Hirāzakūra yanked out his blade, slicing off the appendage that held tight his fore arm, jumping backwards to distance himself from it.
Trying to inspect and figure out what was going on, the figure stood up, his appendage joined it's remains once more, bones connecting, nerves twitching to join themselves, waving it's hand to be sure it was completely done. It roared at Hirāzakūra. A deafening roar that sent chills down his spine.
His confidence seemed to have come back when he cast away the fear, releasing a little of his reiatsu to fend off the fear that cowered around him. The wind blew by, with the passing of a second, a leaf began its descension, from the top of the tree to the ground, both individuals feet left the spot they were, each having unique speed that seemed to be flash steps, the deceased warrior, a name Hirāzakūra called this being, stretched out its fang to bury them in the heart Of Hirāzakūra. Hirāzakūra stretched out his blade, aiming for one of its internal organ.
A quick collision occurring between the two, the descending leaf dropped finally, only to reveal a crouched Hirāzakūra with his blade inside the Deceased warrior, while the fang of this warrior missed it's mark,
The tip of his blade had gone deep into the organ, one could see the smirk that brightened his face, but within seconds, the smirk faded, darkened mist oozing out from the piercing point. Hirāzakūra quickly yanked out his blade and jumped backwards.
"Wow. Super quick regeneration. Regeneration of injuries. Regeneration of limbs, Regeneration of Vital organs.. What next?"
Hirāzakūra thought of these and then burst out into laughter. One could take him for a maniac, his hair standing straight, his eyes wide opened, his lips widened, an alter ego transformation or so it seemed, the thrill to have fun made adrenaline fill up his veins. The deceased warrior still hasn't given up yet, lunging forward, it struck it's massive right arm towards Hirāzakūra, in a bid to piece through him with the fangs. Hirāzakūra could see him approaching. Jumping backwards, he dodged it, the impact caused a large concavity in the earth, one that surprised Hirāzakūra
His thoughts were cut short when the being gave out a loud roar which threw him aback, colliding with a tree before gaining his footing. Hirāzakūra still had one thing to test, it's effectiveness against devil crafts. The being lunged forward. Hirāzakūra started chanting few words while pointing at the fast approaching beast with an open palm
"O Lord, Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter wings, you who bears the name of Man, Inferno and Pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, March on to the south!: Hadou 31: Shakkahō"
Coming to life, a ball of red energy which was shot towards the being, aimed at the head. Halting its tracks to take on the full impact of the orb to its head. It stood still, Hirāzakūra had his hopes high, but they were shattered when the dark mist rose on his head region again.
Hirāzakūra decided not to let it regain completely. By now, the effects of the corrupted blood on him took effect, changing his skin color and corroding his skin, releasing his reiatsu, making it dense, he wore it as an armor to mitigate the damage.
Speaking halfway, he initiated a flash step to transport himself before the being, with a simple swing downwards, from its jaw all the way to his soul chain, severing it before it could regain its stability. He had deduced this was the only way to kill it, for it guarded that part from the onset, also having a piece of metal to protect it. Hirāzakūra had used the effect of the mist which arose upon collision with his Shakkahō which temporarily blinded it to attack.
He spoke out calmly while the being fell to the ground
"That was close. And I think more may likely show up. Argh!! Damn you Kira sama"
Hirāzakūra lamented, depending on his sensory capabilities, he moved forward, sheathing his blade in the process, he had forgotten about the contaminated blood that dealt minor corrosion. But this could turn out to be huge in the nearest future. Could he forgetting about this contaminated blood be fate's doing!?. Of course. The answer lies in the nearest future.
♣♠[BOW BEFORE HIKARI]♠♣