The Ghost Reaper's gaze swept over Niski and Kinski, its eyes lingering on them with a mixture of contempt and amusement. "You brats are alive after all, but I don't have time to waste on you. I must find the book."

Niski's grin was a fierce, battle-hungry thing. "Brother, let's fight him together!" he exclaimed, taking a step forward.

But Kinski's hand shot out, grasping Niski's arm and holding him back. "Niski, let me handle this. You'll just hold me back," he said, his voice low and even.

Niski's face twisted in frustration, but he knew better than to argue with Kinski. He nodded, stepping back as Kinski drew his sword from the sheath at his waist.

Kinski's movements were deliberate, calculated. He walked slowly towards the Ghost Reaper, his sword held loosely in his right hand. The Ghost Reaper watched him, its eyes narrowed in curiosity.

As Kinski approached, he slowed, his gaze fixed on the Ghost Reaper. He gripped his sword tightly with both hands, his head bowed as if in concentration. Blue lightning began to spark from his body, arcing through the air as his sword shimmered with energy.

The ground beneath their feet began to vibrate, cracking and shuddering as the lightning intensified. The Ghost Reaper's smirk grew wider, its eyes glinting with amusement.

But Kinski's eyes snapped up, his gaze locking onto the Ghost Reaper. His body was a blur of motion as he muttered, "Divine Technique number 2: Lightning Flash!"

The air seemed to shudder, the sound of an explosion echoing through the room. Kinski's body seemed to vanish, reappearing behind the Ghost Reaper in the blink of an eye.

Crinix and Niski stared, their eyes wide with confusion. It was as if Kinski had teleported across the room.

"What happened " Crinix asked his eyes focused on Kinski

"I don't think he managed to land a hit" Niski said

The Ghost reaper chuckled "Hehe you brat, you can't touch me.. I'm untouch...."

The Ghost Reaper's grin faltered, its eyes narrowing as it stared at Kinski in shock. But then, its gaze dropped to its stomach, where a thick, green gooey liquid was beginning to seep from its wounds.

The Ghost Reaper's eyes widened, its jaw dropping open in horror. It stumbled backward, its legs trembling as it stared at Kinski in shock.

The Ghost Reaper's voice trembled as it spoke, its words laced with shock and confusion. "Impossible... y-y-you managed to cut me... b-but how?. I phased into spirit form before your attack"

Kinski's smile was a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. He turned, sheathing his sword in the sash at his waist. "I moved so fast that even the human eye couldn't see me," he explained, his voice calm and even. " I struck you before you fully phased"

The Ghost Reaper's gaze locked onto Kinski, its eyes burning with a mixture of shock and fear. Its legs trembled beneath it, and its body began to shake as if it were experiencing some kind of seizure.

As the Ghost Reaper's gaze met Kinski's, its eyes widened in recognition. It was a look that spoke of memories long buried, of a past that had been thought forgotten. The Ghost Reaper's eyes seemed to bore into Kinski's, searching for something, and what it found made its body shudder even more violently.

With a sudden burst of speed, the Ghost Reaper launched itself into the air, its ethereal body propelling it away from Kinski. It landed with a soft thud in the center of the room, its eyes blazing with a fierce determination.

"Playtime is over," it declared, its voice dripping with malevolence. "I must admit, you brats are tougher than I thought, but I'm afraid I won't be able to play with you any longer. Now, I need to find that book!"

As the Ghost Reaper spoke, its body began to fade, its edges growing indistinct as it slowly disappeared into thin air. Kinski's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for the sword at his waist.

With a swift motion, he drew his sword and bolted towards the Ghost Reaper, his blade flashing in the dim light. But as he struck, his sword landed with a soft whoosh, cutting through nothing but air. The Ghost Reaper had vanished.

Kinski's eyes widened in disbelief, his chest heaving with exertion. He stood frozen, his sword still trembling with the force of his blow. Where had the Ghost Reaper gone?

He turned, his gaze sweeping the room as he searched for any sign of the Ghost Reaper. But there was nothing. The room was empty, except for Niski and Crinix, who were watching him with wide, curious eyes.

Kinski's gaze met theirs, and he felt a surge of determination. He would find the Ghost Reaper, and he would put an end to its evil plans once and for all.

Kinski's eyes blazed with urgency as he cried out, "The book!" His gaze snapped to Niski, his eyes boring into his brother's as if willing him to understand.

Niski's brow furrowed in confusion, his head cocked to one side as he tried to decipher Kinski's words. But before he could respond, Kinski's question tumbled out, his words sharp with impatience. "The book, where is it?"

Crinix, still shaken from the recent attack, slowly struggled to his feet, his eyes fixed on Kinski's intense face. His voice was barely above a whisper as he revealed, "Takahishi has the book."

Niski's head jerked up, his eyes locking onto Crinix before shifting back to Kinski. "Yeah, that's right, the book is safe," he said, his voice firm, but his eyes betraying a hint of uncertainty.

Kinski's gaze darted between Niski and Crinix, his expression growing increasingly perplexed. His eyebrows narrowed, horizontal wrinkles etching across his forehead as he demanded, "Where is this Takahishi, and where is the book?"