Catching a Blade with Two Fingers: Kokushibo's Invitation / Imura Becomes a Demon: The Dojo Is Slaughtered

Laughter erupted. Imamura and the other disciples could no longer hold it in.

They laughed until tears came out, nearly convulsing from it.

Without saying a word, Scribe merely turned around and walked toward the rack holding the wooden swords.

The instant he returned the wooden sword, the seemingly untouched bamboo suddenly moved.

A vertical crack appeared straight down the center of each of the ten bamboo stalks.

With a single crisp crack, all ten stalks split in half at the same time.

Not only that, an invisible current of air burst from the shattered bamboo and instantly rushed toward Imamura.

Before he could react, he was completely engulfed by it.

At that moment, he felt as though someone had hacked him into pieces with countless blades. Agonizing pain filled every inch of his body.

His eyes widened, bloodshot veins filling his pupils. Imamura felt that he might die the very next second.

A chill ran down his spine, and his body shook uncontrollably. Every muscle and cell in his body seemed to be screaming.

He had a feeling that if Scribe had wanted to, he would have already been cut in two.

Five seconds felt as long as an entire century.

When the time was up and Imamura returned from that sensation, he only felt as though he had snatched his life back from the Grim Reaper.

All of a sudden, he felt something wet beneath him, along with a foul smell.

Looking down, Imamura's face turned the color of liver.

During those five seconds, he had actually been frightened into losing control of both his bowels and bladder.

His facial muscles twitched nonstop. Imamura felt that he no longer had the face to meet anyone else.

All because of that man who called himself a doctor.

Humiliated and