Splash—
Just as Araki was making plans in his heart, the sound of water breaking rang out. A bright crimson figure leaped from the sea, holding a plump fish in her hands.
Kana, utterly unconcerned that she was soaked from head to toe, crossed the distance to Araki in two steps. She set the fish on a reef, drew a kunai, and immediately gutted it.
Then she raised a hand and held it hovering over the fish's belly. "Teacher, please watch!"
A green radiance brimming with vitality quietly bloomed between her fair fingers and palm, flowing through the air toward the fish, which had become nearly lifeless from blood loss.
Mystical Palm Technique!
As she moved, the hideous wound across the fish's belly began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye beneath the gleaming green light.
A few moments later, the fish was flapping its tail on the reef as though nothing had happened, looking as if it wanted to bend down and inspect its own belly.
It was probably wondering right now, Where did that huge wound on my belly go?
If not for the blood still remaining on the reef, this scene would have looked almost like time had turned back.
After healing the fish's wound, Kana did not stop. She switched methods, picked the fish up, and slammed it hard against the surface of the reef, knocking it unconscious before continuing its treatment.
Then came the same process again: inflicting injuries through different methods, then healing them at incredible speed.
She put the fish through this ordeal seventeen or eighteen times.
By the end, the fish was utterly dazed.
It could not even tell whether it was dreaming or awake anymore. It only remembered that today's experience had been terrifying.
Finally, Kana lifted her