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Kuroki wondered how his attack was so easily countered. "The dust...? That's your weapon?" he let out a sickening laugh, but stopped when he noticed Imura flash stepping towards him. 1...2...3, times, until he lunged his fists towards Kuroki, who proceeded to grab them both in his own hands. "And here you are, weaponless." a smirk crossing over his face as he lent in towards Imura's face, he held his fists tightly so that he couldn't escape. "Kuroki Sōsuke, now die." he let go of one of Imura's fists and quickly motioned for the petals to strike against his back. He then quickly grabbed his fist again so that he couldn't even have an attempt to dodge the attack.