The two powerful monsters locked eyes, sizing each other up in silence.

Gin’s instincts flared as he sensed a shift in Moka, though her power hadn’t increased. There was something about her now—an air of danger that hadn't been there moments before.

What changed?

Gin frowned, struggling to understand what had changed in Moka. Her calm, detached demeanor irked him to no end.

Nothing changed! She’s just putting up airs!!

With renewed determination, Gin stepped forward, vanishing from sight once more. But Moka’s eyes glimmered with recognition—he had fallen for her provocation.

This one doesn’t need words. It acts on body language alone. Truly, this one is a dog.

Moka lightly leaped into the air with perfect timing, floating just inches above the ground. As Gin dashed toward her, she swiftly raised her leg and slammed it down. A shockwave exploded outward, but Moka had condensed its force into a single, focused line of power aimed directly at Gin's trajectory.

Gin internally chuckled as he saw Moka's incoming attack—predictable, or so he thought. He prepared to sidestep, but to his surprise, Moka's strike crumbled the rooftop floor beneath him. His footing slipped, and his balance faltered, causing his usual speed to drop at that critical moment.

He glanced toward Moka and, to his horror, saw that she was already in front of him.

Fuck!

Moka delivered a lightning-fast jab. Gin instinctively raised his arms to block, but he knew he wouldn't escape unscathed. He hastily infused a large amount of youki into his defense, bracing for impact as Moka’s power collided with him.

To Gin's surprise, Moka’s strike felt weak, barely causing any damage. Sensing an opportunity, he quickly backed away, putting distance between himself and Moka. Once a safe gap was established, he laughed loudly.

"Was that it? Is that the extent of a noble vampire’s strength? Pathetic!" he taunted.

Moka, unfazed by his mockery, silently circled the crumbled floor, her eyes locked on Gin as she steadily closed in. Her calm demeanor only heightened the tension.

Gin grinned, mirroring her movements as they both began circling each other, awaiting the next strike. Despite his bravado, he watched Moka's every step closely.

Tsukune, observing from the sidelines, was confused. "Is Gin that strong? Moka hit him directly, but it didn’t even hurt him?"

Kurumu, whose keen eyes and familiarity with youki gave her more insight, was also puzzled. "Moka definitely used youki, but..." She furrowed her brow, trying to figure out what Moka had done.

Though familiar with youki manipulation, Kurumu couldn’t grasp the purpose of Moka's strange tactic.

This time, Gin didn’t restart the fight. Moka didn’t wait. She leaped across the broken floor and delivered a swift, calculated kick toward him. Without the advantage of his earlier speed, Gin barely dodged, but unlike before, he felt no real concern.

After all, Moka’s earlier full-powered strike hadn’t hurt him.

I have nothing to worry about!

Confident in his strength, Gin dodged her kick and immediately countered with a powerful swipe of his claws. Moka, however, was ready. With a sharp burst of youki, she pushed her body midair, twisting to avoid the strike. Her foot came down precisely on the same spot she had struck earlier, stopping Gin’s attack with minimal effort.

Gin felt a sting.

"Impossible..."

Backing away, Gin felt a strange numbness creeping into his arms. His eyes darted to Moka, who was already rushing toward him, giving him no time to reassess the situation.

She closed the gap with blinding speed, striking forward with a flurry of lightning-fast jabs. Gin dodged the first few, but Moka’s attacks came in rapid succession. Dozens of blows rained down in mere seconds, forcing Gin to keep evading. As she pressed in closer, he was eventually forced to block some of the strikes with his forearms.

To his surprise, Moka's punches were strangely weak, almost muted. Fueled by the confidence of the full moon, Gin laughed.

“Is this it? Do you intend to kill me with a thousand needles?”

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Despite his mockery, he couldn’t shake the realization that he was on the defensive. He was faster, yes, but Moka’s relentless barrage left him no room to counterattack. Each strike cut off his options, forcing him into a reactive stance.

Her punches are weak… I just need to avoid those legs!

Watching Moka’s movements carefully, Gin noticed a slight pause in her rhythm. As she wound up for another punch, he seized the opportunity. With a powerful leap, he jumped backward, landing at the edge of the rooftop.

Gathering momentum, he launched himself toward Moka once more, determined to end the exchange with a decisive blow.

As Gin barreled toward Moka, he noticed a slight smile forming on her lips. She whispered a single word, almost too quietly to hear.

"Comvitum."

Before Gin could react, an overwhelming surge of youki ignited in his forearms. Glancing down, he saw glowing seals imprinted on both arms. Panic flared as he attempted to tear them off, but before he could make a move, the seals detonated with brutal force, sending him flying backward.

An excruciating pain ripped through his arms as his fur was scorched off, the flesh underneath flayed by the sheer power of Moka’s youki. Despite the agony, Gin barely had time to process what had happened.

Moka wasn’t giving him a second to recover.

Before he could brace himself, she was already upon him. Her strikes came in rapid succession, a relentless torrent of blows that pounded into him with enough force to shatter the rooftop. Each hit sent shockwaves through the air, and unlike before, there were no seals to dampen her immense strength.

Gin felt every bone in his body shatter, every muscle tear apart. His werewolf physiology worked overtime, healing the damage as quickly as Moka inflicted it. But she knew this all too well. Moka was hitting him with such devastating power that his regeneration could barely keep up, leaving his body constantly focused on healing instead of mounting a defense.

With each crushing blow, Gin’s reserves of youki drained rapidly. Desperate, he summoned what strength he had left for a final counterattack, slashing his claw toward Moka with all the force he could muster.

Moka caught the strike effortlessly.

Her fingers clamped down on his massive claw, holding it in place. The grip was unyielding, like iron. Gin struggled to pull away, but Moka’s strength was overwhelming. She didn’t release him, her crimson eyes staring into his with cold calculation.

She caught me! How, even if I'm regenerating, I should still be stronger!

It was here that Gin noticed that his entire body felt weak, as if heavier. He then saw that the moon’s glow was gone, obscured by thick clouds.

"You won't break free this time," she said, her voice filled with lethal calmness.

"W-Who needs the moon? My strength is limitless!" Gin roared in defiance as he swung his free claw toward Moka.

But it was already over.

The moment the seals exploded on his arms, his defeat was sealed.

Before his final strike could connect, Moka seized his already restrained claw with both hands. With a fluid motion, she yanked him downward, using his own body weight as leverage.

In one graceful, devastating movement, Moka with her youki-infused strength, delivered a brutal kick straight to Gin's skull. The impact cracked the air, sending a shockwave across the rooftop, and Gin's body crumpled from the sheer force.

The force of Moka's kick sent Gin hurtling toward the edge of the rooftop, slamming into the metal fence. He screamed in agony as his shattered skull began its agonizing regeneration. But the impact, combined with Moka's raw strength, folded the fence like paper, and Gin plummeted from the rooftop, crashing into the academy grounds with a heavy thud.

As the echo of his fall faded, Moka watched with a calm expression, murmuring to herself, "Such a dog. If he wanted even a sliver of a chance with me, he would need to become far stronger."

Tsukune noticed Moka glance at him as she said this, her eyes lingering briefly. He pointed to himself, confused, silently asking if she meant him, but Moka remained silent, her expression unchanged.

"Until then, weaklings should learn their place," she added coldly.

Kurumu rushed to the edge of the roof, peering down. Below, Gin had reverted to his human form, surrounded by concerned students. Unfortunately for him, his transformation had left him naked, his shredded clothes scattered, leaving him exposed and humiliated in the middle of the academy grounds.

Quickly seizing the opportunity, Kurumu snapped pictures of the naked Gin, planning to use them later to protect Tsukune. Chuckling to herself, she glanced over at Tsukune, who was about to approach Moka.

However, Moka appeared indifferent, her thoughts seemingly elsewhere.

Seeing Tsukune focus on Moka only added to Kurumu’s annoyance, but it didn’t linger for long. She was still curious about Moka’s earlier attack that had shattered Gin’s momentum.

An explosion… How did she do that?

“So, you’re Moka Akashiya?”

Kurumu turned to the familiar voice and saw a tall oni entering the rooftop through the ruined entrance.

Moka and Tsukune both turned to the newcomer. Moka quickly assessed her, scanning her from head to toe.

“First, I want to thank you for dealing with Gin. I intended to handle him myself, but your blue-haired friend here couldn’t lift both me and Tsukune at the same time. Second, I came to see if the rumors are true.”

“What rumors?” Tsukune asked, concerned that Moka had a negative reputation.

The oni chuckled, noticing Tsukune speaking for Moka. “That she’s a powerful vampire.”

The oni student smiled, emanating a powerful aura that Tsukune and Kurumu had felt earlier.

“Third, I wanted to reacquaint myself with the three of you,” she said, her voice resonating with authority.

Hearing that, Tsukune let out a sigh of relief. He had been worried that Moka would have to face another opponent. Moka scoffed and took the rosary from Tsukune.

“Is there a problem with that?” the oni inquired.

“Do as you wish,” Moka replied, reattaching the rosary, which returned her to her sealed state, causing her to promptly faint. Tsukune caught her, gently supporting her as she collapsed.

Seeing this, the oni couldn’t help but chuckle.

“So much power contained within such a small frame. An unexpected but welcome surprise,” she remarked, turning her attention to Tsukune and Kurumu, who was standing beside him.

“My name is Sakari Kurohana. I’m a noble oni sent to the academy in search of a powerful husband—one who can help me repopulate my lineage.”

Sakari then gave Tsukune a long, scrutinizing look. At that moment, Tsukune felt somewhat exposed under the gaze of the larger, taller oni as she appraised him. Kurumu frowned, wondering if this towering behemoth would become yet another rival.

“Hmmm, you’re not exuding any youki,” Sakari noted, tilting her head. “I heard you were a vampire as well. Is that true?”

Tsukune opened his mouth to respond, but Sakari cut him off.

“Bah, it’s not important—only strength matters. For now, I wanted to introduce myself to the three of you. We can talk more later,” she declared.

Both Tsukune and Kurumu breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see that Sakari wasn’t interested in fighting or courting.

As Sakari turned to leave, she added, “Oh, I’ll do my best to convince the other girls that it was a misunderstanding regarding why Tsukune was ‘peeking’ in the locker room, but…”

“But?” Tsukune prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“My word won’t be enough. I suggest you find a way to clear your name, or else rumors will be your downfall.”

With that, Sakari departed, leaving them with her advice.

Tsukune and Kurumu exchanged glances and quickly nodded. In that split second, they had both come up with an idea to resolve Tsukune’s predicament.

Almost simultaneously, they exclaimed, “We can use the newspaper club!”

Kurumu couldn’t help but smile, delighted to see how in sync they were on this front.

Tsukune grinned as well, relieved to know he wouldn’t have to navigate academy life with the stigma of being a pervert hanging over him.