Kana Shizumi put forward a hypothesis.
All that remained was to support it with an example.
Who would do it?
After they exchanged glances and fell silent, Panda suddenly raised his right hand and shouted.
"Then! Let me give it a try!"
Fushiguro Megumi looked at him hesitantly.
"Senior Panda, is this really okay?"
"Salmon..."
"Haha, it's fine, it's fine! Don't let my appearance fool you—Cursed Corpses were made for this sort of thing! Leave scouting out danger to me!"
Kana Shizumi silently glanced at Panda.
He didn't have much of an impression of the guy, but he'd learned quite a bit about Cursed Corpses during Kenjaku's crash course.
"That guy over there! You don't have any objections either, right?"
Faced with Panda's question, Kana Shizumi silently nodded.
Then—
The three of them watched Panda take a stepping stance.
He deliberately slowed his movements, presumably so the others could observe more closely.
He took one step, then two, until the third.
Panda stopped moving.
"Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh..."
He let out a series of strange cries and dropped to his knees like a college student who'd blown a month's living expenses at the slots.
Then he cried out in despair.
"It hurts! This is awful! I can't breathe!!! My body's so heavy, I can't move!"
It sounded like melodramatic whining, considering he still had plenty of breath behind his voice.
But eyes didn't lie.
Dark purplish-red patches visibly spread across Panda's limbs where they touched the ground... They looked like fungal stains, and the three who witnessed them reached the same conclusion almost instantly.
A curse taking physical form... Just like Kana Shizumi's earlier attempt, if he hadn't activated Simple Domain, he probably would've suffered the same attack.
"Come back!"
Inumaki shouted.
Words infused with cursed energy held extraordinary