At the hospital bed.
No matter how Umibozu asked his daughter who had injured her so badly, Kagura remained silent and refused to give that person up.
Mainly because she had forgotten...
She could not remember who that person was...
Meanwhile, Kato Megumi, the culprit, sat in a chair peeling an apple for Horikita, when she suddenly sneezed for no reason.
"Achoo!"
In truth, Kagura could have exposed every woman except Kato Megumi, but she did not.
Because she knew full well that her daddy would definitely slaughter them.
He might even slaughter Akasaka, the guy who might have laid hands on his daughter.
So Kagura stubbornly refused to say anything.
At the end of the day, this was a war between women, a fight over a man.
In Kagura's eyes, this was a family matter. There was no need for her father, an outsider, to interfere.
Umibozu also knew very well that anyone capable of injuring his daughter so badly was no ordinary person.
After all, they were a warrior race—the Yato Clan.
Even without training since childhood, they were roughly a hundred times stronger than ordinary people.
And Kagura was Umibozu's daughter.
Umibozu was among the strongest of the Yato Clan.
The strength of his descendants' bloodline was not something ordinary Yato could compare to.
Besides, her mother, Kouka, was no simple woman either...
All in all, to defeat Kagura and leave her in this miserable state—wrapped like a mummy, with over five hundred cuts—meant the opponent had clearly won through overwhelming strength.
At the very least, they had to be at Umibozu's level.
Umibozu's expression turned somewhat grave.
Meanwhile, the Kato Megumi whom Umibozu had overestimated sneezed again.
"Achoo!"
The only reason Kato Megumi could achieve this was because her opponents could not see or perceive her.