Chapter 87: Colorless Haki
Just when Tachibana Kyūjō thought the "Demonic" side residing within Imu—Azazel—had completely seized control of that body, something unexpected occurred.
The lone eye on Imu's forehead—shrouded in mist and emotionless until now—briefly flickered with a trace of awareness.
"Joy Boy… was a traitor to the demons...
And the ones who will eventually bring an end to our kind... are the D."
With that final breath, the last remnant of Imu's human consciousness was completely swallowed. The true demon, Azazel, had fully awakened.
A wave of overwhelming mental pressure burst from Azazel's body.
It wasn't quite Haoshoku Haki, but something far more primal—savage and icy cold. The invisible force washed over the surroundings like a tempest rising from the depths of a raging ocean.
Even Kyūjō, whose soul was known to be unfathomably strong, felt a sharp sting in his mind—as if his consciousness was being sliced open by a thousand invisible blades.
And then—
With a sound like the air itself being torn apart, six wings erupted from Azazel's back.
Each pair of wings radiated a different aura. Black flames shimmered across their surface—burning without light, like the glow of darkness itself.
The topmost wings glowed gold.
Below them were white, red, black, green, and pink in order—six wings, six colors.
Each one representing one of Azazel's innate talents.
As the Demon King, Azazel was born with six divine blessings.
His single blood-red eye now revealed a living panorama of hell—a world within his gaze. Countless souls were trapped inside, writhing, screaming, reaching out in agony, forever denied peace through endless reincarnations.
Seeing the full manifestation—not just a disguise, but the true form of a demon—left even Kyūjō momentarily speechless.
"…So this is what a true demon looks like," Kyūjō whispered, almost in awe.
At the same time, Azazel, now fully transformed, turned his gaze upon Kyūjō.
His voice rang out like steel grinding against steel.
"This fused body of man and demon... its power far exceeds expectations. And the level of Haki that Imu once called 'Colorless'... I've experienced it countless times over the past eight centuries, yet still… the thrill never fades."
Azazel chuckled. Then, suddenly, laughter erupted from him—sharp, mocking, and hungry.
His single eye now glared at Kyūjō with unrestrained hunger.
"A strong soul. It's been 800 years since I've seen a human with a soul as delicious as yours. Hand it over, mortal.
Because now… it's time for the Demon King Azazel to feast."
And with those words, his smooth, jade-like hands morphed into taloned claws. In an instant, they slashed toward Kyūjō—so fast they nearly tore the space between them.
But for Tachibana Kyūjō—whose Infinity, the Perception Support System, had just completed loading—even such speed left him ample room to act.
He lowered his gaze, his voice a whisper carried like a sacred prayer.
"Souls of the innocent…
Let me guide you to peace today."
The moment the words left his lips, the skies above Mary Geoise—within nearly a thousand kilometers—began to churn.
Clouds twisted unnaturally, pulled inward like a magnetic storm, spiraling into a vortex above Kyūjō.
At the same time, an eruption burst from his body.
Haoshoku Haki.
Busoshoku Haki.
Kenbunshoku Haki.
Each of the Three Haki surged outward like colliding mountains and roaring seas.
Azazel was hurled hundreds of meters away—caught off guard by the tidal wave of spiritual power.
But what was even more shocking—
Mary Geoise itself trembled atop the Red Line.
The entire holy land shifted slightly, pushed by the sheer pressure of Kyūjō's unleashed Haki. It was as if even the earth responded to his power.
And just when Kyūjō's internal Haki reserves were completely depleted…
He did the unthinkable.
Instead of letting the expelled Haki dissipate, he rewove them—braiding the three types into a single spiraling core of energy.
Thread by thread, the intertwined colors formed a massive sphere, wrapping around his body like a spinning cocoon of light.
What was he doing?
The answer was clear:
Now that the Infinity plugin had finished loading and scanned every inch of Imu's structure, Kyūjō understood how to reach the next level of Haki—one that had been hidden until now.
The method wasn't overly complicated—at least on paper.
Through Infinity, he had run simulations of dozens of possible combinations—until he discovered the key:
Utilize the Infusion properties of all three types of Haki, and merge them completely.
Once fused, the new Haki must be reabsorbed—internalized into the body itself.
Strictly speaking, this wasn't about the amount of Haki one possessed.
The real requirement was control:
His Busoshoku Haki had to layer seamlessly.
His Haoshoku Haki had to be infused without losing focus.
And most difficult of all—his Kenbunshoku Haki had to be condensed until it became tangible… like solid matter.
In this world, aside from himself, Kyūjō had never met a second person who could compress their Kenbunshoku Haki to such a degree.
…Except Imu—who wasn't entirely human.
No story, no record, no legend ever mentioned such mastery.
This was the gate to the ultimate realm of Haki—and the barrier that kept others out.
But for Kyūjō, all requirements had now been met.
And without Imu's example, he never would've known the limits could still be pushed further.
All this time… he thought he'd reached the peak.
Kyūjō silently admitted,
"Imu truly was one of the D… His Haki mastery was beyond anything I've seen."
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Azazel—despite being thrown back—wasn't angry.
In his single eye gleamed something far more terrifying.
Excitement.
An uncontainable curiosity. Hunger, even.
He stared at Kyūjō, now radiating with the newly-forged Colorless Haki—a Haki without hue, created from the union of all three.
Why was Azazel so fascinated?
Because to his demonic eye, Tachibana Kyūjō's soul was becoming even more exquisite—its aroma deepening, its flavor ripening, like a divine banquet reaching perfection.
"…Is this the second Imu?" Azazel muttered with a twisted smile.
It had to be acknowledged:
Since the age of Imu eight hundred years ago, Tachibana Kyūjō was the first human to achieve this.
To surpass the boundaries of the Three Haki and merge them into one.
Long ago, Imu had turned the tide of war for the human race using this very Colorless Haki.
In terms of raw power, Imu had once stood among the strongest beings in the world—matched only by the most gifted demons, including Azazel himself.
Outside of that small circle, no other creature could compare.
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