Why was it acting like some lovesick psychopath?
Hoshino muttered to herself. Because of the title "Witch King," she had arbitrarily imagined him as a gaunt old man, or at the very least something like Gargamel.
Had she guessed wrong?
No, no, none of that had anything to do with what she needed to do.
Seizing the right moment, Hoshino dodged the fierce impact that tried to enter her body. The strands tore through the brick wall as if slicing tofu, then spun wildly, cutting everything in their path.
Were the spikes used for attacking different from the ones used for controlling?
Hoshino noticed this.
The strands used for control were softer and more agile.
Hoshino thought for a moment, then understood. The moment it saw Jizo Mitama, all "mundane things" had lost their appeal to it.
Its eyes held only Jizo Mitama.
The entire spire was sliced away. The hard brick walls crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom.
Sunlight poured straight down.
It felt as though everything had suddenly opened up, yet the opponent did not retreat because of the sunlight. Instead, it became even more frenzied.
More attacks came flying at Hoshino, while more tentacles surged toward Jizo Mitama.
"Whew—"
"Looks like this is tougher than I imagined."
Hoshino put on a show, dodging while shaking her head and sighing, as though the Witch King's strength truly had her at her wit's end.
But in truth, she was almost delighted.
"Jizo Mitama, enter player-controlled combat mode and hold it back."
Hoshino turned and leaped from the ruined tower. She was so fast that the moment she finished speaking, she had nearly vanished from sight.
The tangled mass of strands immediately reacted as though facing a great enemy. Its entire body shuddered, and most of its attacking