Whatever this lad thought he was going to get out of these two young women, it definitely wasn't going to happen. Both of them already had older brothers of their own, and despite their potential problems with them, both understood truly what family bonds meant. It wasn't about overshadowing or overtaking. Nor was it about forcing someone to see your perspective or be like you. Family was about acceptance with no strings attached and this lad quite literally had no idea what that meant. Ibaraki for her part in this, reveled in her current level of freedom, while staring down at the now impossible more ornate blade wondering just what happened. "I gave you the spark of Mt. Ooe," Shuten clarified, though this knowledge didn't exactly belong to the girl who was currently speaking. "Not everyone can hold it, nor is everyone worthy of it... but you're something like me," she explained clearly. "Don't take that to heart though, do what you need to, make it yours." she finished up. Some people took the whole, big brother big sister thing in the wrong ways. A lot of people didn't understand that family didn't require likeness or forced molding but was instead about expansion and elevation. Ibaraki was given a spark so she could grow not so the flames could engulf her and turn her into the next Shuten. Whatever the lass chose to do with this new power, was on her. But, Shuten had faith that they could be made proud.
While a legitimately touching moment would have played out in front of him, this Demonic child was busy being overly excited by Ibaraki's new developments. It seemed he wished to face her more now, so much so that even more blood seemed to permeate his aura. It swirled around him along with his threads in a manner most dangerous. "I've said before. I am not here to play... and you're done now too," said the blonde haired lass. Her horns danced with shadows caused by the flames flickering from her mouth. Even so, she was meant to take the words Shuten said, and the faith placed within her and conquer this lad. He was something she would have found insurmountable if not for the purple haired lass. Some people really were necessary to keep things moving. If she truly was some relic from the past, then perhaps this was a lesson in acknowledging the past to shape the fragile future. She couldn't perform the subtle and precise removal of bones that one like Shuten-Doji was known for, that didn't suit her tastes. She had to make it more like her, brash, brutish and straight to the point. Whatever the case, she could at least pay homage to that past. Respect it, in her own way, though she wasn't really the same sort of Oni as Shuten-doji. Neither the girl standing before her, nor the great man she'd heard stories about. As she watched this lad pool his strings between his hands, her own fires became concentrated. They moved along the blade from her hand becoming engulfed in the most concentrated form of the heat she'd yet produced. There was so much power in this blade now, she barely understood how she lifted it. It was almost like it carried the full weight of expectations along with the abilities it now had. Still, she could meet this. She tensed her muscles and drew back, this time withholding no power. She aimed numerous consecutive slashes at this young boy. Each aiming to maim him. Starting with his hands, then his shoulders, then his knees and ankles, his torso and finally his head. Each strike was made of the most terrible sort of flame, one which would burn well past its point of contact. If she succeeded each time she slashed the boy's body would burn to cinders leaving only charred bones in their wake. Only after such a thing was done, only if it succeeded would its name be spoken.