"Why is it taking so long?"
"What the hell are you people doing? Slacking off?"
Zenin Shinro strode into the courtyard, shouting at the top of his lungs, then froze on the spot.
The stench of blood and the hellish scene before him made his stomach churn.
Blood, brains, organs, bones...
The vast courtyard was carpeted with them.
Maki Zenin held a massive blade, its tip skewering a mangled corpse.
The Kukuru Unit had been wiped out!
Zenin Shinro's legs went weak.
It had only been less than two minutes, hadn't it?
And yet... and yet...
BOOM!!!
The ground suddenly began to tremble. The earth beneath Maki's feet cracked apart, and a pair of massive rock hands burst from the ground, fiercely slapping her whole body into their palm.
"Uncle Chojuro! It's Uncle Chojuro's technique!"
"Hei has been deployed!"
Hei, the Zenin Clan's true elite force, consisted entirely of semi-grade 1 or higher sorcerers from the clan who possessed cursed techniques.
Seeing Maki trapped, Zenin Shinro finally let out a long breath of relief.
Crack—
But the next instant, the rock shattered, and Maki appeared before him like a ghost.
"Wait..."
Slash!
Zenin Shinro was cleaved in two with a single strike.
Maki turned to look somewhere nearby, then stomped the ground hard and shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow.
BANG!!!
Maki grabbed Chojuro by the collar and smashed through a wall with him, planting one foot on his chest.
The overwhelming force caved in his chest, reducing his sternum, lungs, and heart to pulp.
Suddenly, a pair of enormous eyes appeared behind Maki.
Under their gaze, Maki's body seemed to be pinned down, unable to move.
This was Ranta Zenin's cursed technique.
But Maki gave a savage grin, twisted around, seized the pair of eyes with