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“I’m only gonna ask this one more time,” Leo hisses, one katana pointed forward at the yokai in front of him. “Where are they?”
The yokai cackles, and the deathgrip on Leo’s restraint is crumbling real fucking fast. Because despite the fact that Leo has this yokai pinned—beat practically all the way into next year—they both know that Leo hasn’t actually won this battle.
Not while his brothers are missing.
“You have ten seconds to tell me before I skewer you,” Leo tells the yokai, swords lighting up blue as he thrusts the one pointed at his enemy towards his throat, stopping just shy of breaking the skin. “Ten. Nine.”
The yokai coughs out another laugh. “Kill me, little kappa. See what difference it makes. Your brothers are gone .”
Not if Leo has anything to say about it.
“Eight,” Leo says, voice cold as a corpse in its grave, because this yokai is lying. He has to be lying. “Seven.”
“I will not tell you a thing,” the yokai spits. “They will die. And you will fail.”
Leo sees the truth in the yokai’s eyes. Sees that threatening him will get him nowhere. Leo never makes it to six before burying his katana in the yokai’s throat.
“I will find my brothers,” Leo promises the corpse as he rips the sword from the body and flicks the blood to the side. “I will not let them down.”