"Shall I go, Master?" Inugami hissed, his head tilting at an unnatural angle. "I want to see the 'Master of All Yokai' scream."
As the Nura Clan poured out of the gates, the battle for Ukiyoe Town officially shifted from a cold war to a blood-red reality. The episode ends with the two leaders' gazes meeting across the skyline—the old guard vs. the new, the Night vs. the Dark.
Rikuo’s eyes narrowed. In his human form, he felt the weight of his grandfather’s legacy—a weight that felt too heavy for his teenage shoulders. But deep inside, his blood began to hum.
Rikuo stepped into the center of the courtyard. He looked at his followers—monsters, spirits, and myths who had served his family for generations.
Back at the mansion, the Night Parade was assembling. Yuki-Onna adjusted her kimono, her breath coming out in cold puffs of frost. Aotabo and Kurotabo stood like twin towers of muscle and shadow.
Suddenly, a gust of wind tore through the courtyard. The shadows elongated, swirling around Rikuo like ink dropped in water. His hair lengthened, turning a striking silver-white, and his stature grew. The boy was gone; in his place sat the Night Lord of the Nura Clan.
"Tonight," Rikuo declared, raising a sake cup toward the moon, "we aren't just defending a town. We’re showing Shikoku that the Nura Clan’s 'fear' is the only one that truly owns the night. Follow me!"
Tamazuki smiled, a cold, hollow expression. "Not yet. We need to peel away his protection first. Let the Nura Clan see their world crumble. Let them see that their 'Day' form is weak and their 'Night' form is outdated."