The next day at noon, after the press conference.
"Darkshine. Darkshine."
Issho knocked on the villa door a few times. When there was no response from inside, he had no choice but to push it open and enter.
"Excuse me."
Though the sun was shining brightly outside, the curtains were all drawn and no lights were on, leaving the living room extremely dim.
"Hmm."
Issho could feel the dejection hanging in the air, and he could not help but sigh.
He truly could not understand why a man who had trained his body to such an incredible degree of strength—
would become so weak-hearted just because Issho had cut a wound into him.
Issho felt guilty, as though he had personally ruined the man. More importantly, Darkshine was kind by nature.
"Darkshine, I came to invite you to a gathering—"
Although it was his first time here, Issho easily found Darkshine in a second-floor bedroom with Observation Haki.
He was actually crouching in the darkest corner, huddled around his incomparably muscular black body.
He showed no reaction whatsoever to Issho's arrival, like a Living Dead that had lost all vitality.
His heart was already filled with fear, and he no longer trusted his own muscles.
It was not that Darkshine believed himself invincible and could not accept the fact that he had been injured.
If Blast, Tatsumaki, King, or others he considered stronger had broken through his defenses,
he could still have accepted it psychologically.
He was even confident that those people would have needed their strongest moves to hurt him.
But this time, the unfamiliar Issho had shattered his defenses with a single slash, leaving a long diagonal bloody gash across his chest.
The intense pain had nearly made Darkshine think he was going to die!
At the same