Silence~~
Duan Mu had his eyes open, but no matter how hard he tried to see, everything around him remained pitch-black.
I let my guard down!
Because he had been worried about Iwao, Duan Mu had concentrated all his perception on Sōkyoku Hill and had never expected to be attacked the instant he left the Ninth Division.
His sight, sense of smell, hearing, and even his perception of spiritual pressure... every sense except touch had abandoned him at that moment.
It was as if the entire world... or rather, his own existence... had vanished.
"!,!,!"
A tearing sensation came from his skin.
Am I injured?
Duan Mu was not entirely sure. Although he felt as if he had been struck, not the slightest sound had come from it.
Neither the sound of a blade cutting through the air nor the sound of flesh being torn... there had only been the sensation of touch in the instant he was attacked.
And that sensation...
Had come separately from his neck, chest, and Core of Spiritual Pressure.
Duan Mu raised a hand and felt around his neck. His fingertips touched a cut. It hurt somewhat, but it was not deep.
Strictly speaking...
By the time he touched the mark left by the blade, the wound had already almost healed.
So this is what it feels like?
"!"
Duan Mu shifted slightly to one side. He did not know which direction the attack had come from, but he had sensed the pressure of the blade forcing down his skin with a strong gust of wind the instant it struck.
That was probably why.
The attacks Tōsen Kaname carried out did not possess much killing power. Instead of building up strength, he restrained his power so that his attacks would not be detected before they