Was That Too Heavy-Handed? It Was About the Same, Okay?

"Passed out?"

Fujino glanced at Nishikawa Taiga, who had spat out a mouthful of blood and then stopped moving, somewhat surprised.

He casually stuffed Muramasa into his Pocket Dimension, jumped out of the warehouse, walked over to Nishikawa Taiga, checked his pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"He wasn't pissed to death."

Now, he could understand why that fierce woman Sato Miwako never seemed to know how to hold back whenever she made a move.

When strength reached a certain level, it was actually quite difficult to control.

It was like trying to sew clothes with a thick Iron Pipe.

The eye of the needle was too small. If you were even slightly off, you couldn't get it through.

And even if you did get it through, you might tear the fabric...

A casual kick could easily kick someone to death.

Then you'd have to drop to your knees and beg them not to die.

A few minutes later.

Okay, they could come in and make the arrests now.

The people lying in ambush around the perimeter received Fujino's message.

Sato Miwako put away her phone, met up with the others, and entered Jade Dragon Temple together.

"You're all here!"

The moment they entered the temple, they heard a familiar voice.

Following the voice, they saw Fujino slowly walking toward them from the temple's side warehouse amid people sprawled all over the ground. He seemed to be dragging something in one hand.

Only when he got closer did they realize it was a man with blood all over his face.

Everyone stared at the scene before them, dumbfounded by the bizarre and horrifying sight.

Sato Miwako, meanwhile, was used to it.

He had merely taken down an entire courtyard full of people by himself.

And that had left