Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Soon, it was time for the match again.
"Not to put too fine a point on it, but aren't you afraid they'll break?"
Masked Shizuku looked at Genkai standing before her and asked with a puzzled frown.
"Putting aside how much these guys can improve in three days, in my opinion, however much they improve won't matter... Aren't you just going to crush them so thoroughly that they shut themselves away?"
"Hehehe, this is also a hurdle that an inheritor of the Spirit Wave Fist's ultimate art must go through."
Genkai stood with her hands behind her back and shook her head with a chuckle.
"Yusuke is still too young. He doesn't understand what lies ahead on this path. I believe an unforgettable lesson would be very helpful to them. They may be discouraged for a while, but I believe they'll be able to stand back up again."
"Damn, that's shock therapy."
Hearing Genkai's answer, Shizuku finally understood why Genkai had asked her to put on this act. Just as Genkai had said, Yusuke Urameshi was now a Spirit World Detective, not an ordinary martial artist. Yet he still didn't fully understand the responsibilities and dangers that came with this job—like enlisting in the army, filled with honor and pride, but only on a battlefield filled with flying shells and torn flesh could you truly experience what it meant to be a soldier.
Yusuke Urameshi was still full of hot-blooded recklessness, charging ahead without considering the consequences. Just like when he had been ordered to capture a wanted criminal, only for the target to circle around and attack his home from behind. Luckily, that demon hadn't been very bright and had only set its sights on Keiko. If they had split