Yato's sudden appearance beside Lucas added a surge of confidence to his demeanour. The demon he was facing took a step back, momentarily unnerved by the unexpected reinforcement.
"You're taking too long, Lucas," Yato remarked, a hint of playful reproach in his tone.
Lucas, acknowledging Yato's presence, nodded in agreement. The duo, now standing side by side, became a formidable force that the remaining demons couldn't ignore.
The wounded demon, sensing the shift in the battle, hesitated. The once-confident expressions on the demons' faces began to waver.
"W-What...H-Happened to l-leader?" One of the demons asked Yato hesitantly, the demon already knew the answer but he wanted to confirm it.
"Oh? Well...He is dead." Yato replied, his voice sending shivers down to other demons.
Looking at the fear on the demon's face Yato couldn't help but chuckle.
"You can rest now let me play with them now." Turning his head toward Lucas, Yato said. Lucas nodded his head in response.
He needed a short break plus he also wanted to check something.
"Okay, Master. I'll leave them to you." Saying that Lucas started to run in a different direction.
After running for a bit he sat down on the ground and took a deep breath.
Just as he sits on the ground his shadow unattended to Lucas and places himself at Lucas's feet, Lucas's mana coating also runs out.
'Poor demons.'
The first demon lunged at Yato with a desperate claw strike. Yato, with a casual sidestep, avoided the attack and countered with a swift upward slash. Yato's sword cut through the demon's form, radiant energy engulfing it as it crumbled into dissipating shadows.
The next demon, sensing its impending demise, attempted a frenzied barrage of attacks. Yato, undeterred, seamlessly weaved through the onslaught. With calculated precision, he exploited openings in the demon's defence with precise strikes that dismantled its demonic essence.
Another demon, recognizing the futility of a direct assault, attempted a ranged attack, sending dark energy projectiles towards Yato. With a twirl of his blade, Yato deflected the projectiles effortlessly, each redirected burst finding its mark on the demons that had unleashed them.
The last demon, witnessing the demise of its comrades, unleashed a desperate final onslaught. Yato, a beacon of calm amidst the chaos, engaged the demo with a series of lightning-fast strikes. The demin, unable to match Yato's speed, found itself at the mercy of the master swordsman.
In a climactic moment, Yato's blade pierced through the demon's defences the Sword gleamed with an intensified radiance. A surge of divine energy enveloped the demon, and the leader's form disintegrated into a burst of radiant particles.
The battlefield fell into a momentary stillness. The echoes of the battle lingered, and the remnants of dark energy dissipated into the air. Yato, his blade sheathed, stood amidst the aftermath of the confrontation.
Lucas, watching the masterful display, couldn't help but marvel at Yato's prowess. Each movement, each strike, was a testament to the depth of Yato's skill. As the last echoes of the battle faded away, Yato turned towards Lucas, a satisfied smile gracing his face.
"Looks like we've cleaned up nicely," Yato remarked, his tone lighthearted. "Not bad for an unexpected encounter, huh?"
Lucas nodded, a sense of accomplishment settling within him. The battlefield, once a chaotic arena of conflict, now bore the marks of their victory.
"Thank you, Master Yato. Your guidance was invaluable," Lucas expressed his gratitude, genuine respect in his voice.
Yato chuckled, "Just doing my job, Lucas. Now, let's head back. The academy awaits, and I'm sure you have exams to prepare for."
As they were about to leave, something happened.