And he had not dared to return for decades.
And now...
The aura radiating from Morin made him feel as though he had returned to that night so many years ago.
That same heart-pounding fear, helplessness, and despair!!
Smack!
His body could no longer hold itself up. Under everyone's astonished gazes, he dropped powerlessly to his knees, lowered his head deeply, and began sweating profusely.
Before long, he had soaked a large patch of the ground.
"You've picked up your life again."
Morin merely watched the scene calmly.
If this fellow called Bosunji had wanted to make a move, Morin would not have been polite either.
The result would have been that, even if Bosunji did not die, he would have been severely injured.
In any case, it would have ended with his reputation utterly ruined.
Compared to being severely injured after making a move, submitting without suffering any losses was the wiser choice.
As for what the surrounding people and his disciples thought, that was none of Morin's concern.
"So, do you still want to become this guy's disciple?"
Morin looked toward the young Hishito Douro, who had long since straightened up, put away his stance, and stood there looking utterly lost.
"Um..."
Hearing that, young Hishito Douro suddenly came to his senses.
After first glancing at Bosunji, who was kneeling limply on the ground, he never looked in that direction again.
Instead, his gaze fixed straight on Morin.
"May I ask who you are?"
He solemnly cupped his fists in salute and respectfully said,
"Morin of Shingen-ryu."
Morin smiled as he answered.
Over the past half year or so of studying under Biscuit, he had indeed mastered the essence of Shingen-ryu. His techniques and methods of using Nen abilities were undeniably those of the Mind's Eye Style.
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