Werther tossed Momonosuke onto the beach and formed a Lightning Treasure in his hand. He planted it at an angle in the sand.
He bound Momonosuke's hands and hung him from the Lightning Treasure, suspending him right in front of himself.
"Wh-what are you going to do? Let me go! Why can't I move?"
Momonosuke's entire body was paralyzed, but he could still speak.
"Didn't I tell you? I'm taking you to see what hell is like."
Several Thunder Needles formed in Werther's hand, but he did not stab Momonosuke with them yet.
"Kid, do you know what these are?"
A cruel whim struck Werther. He decided to explain what Momonosuke was about to endure.
"Let me go, you villain! I'll get revenge on you! You killed my mother!"
Werther raised an eyebrow. He had not expected the brat to put up such a fight.
"I invented this technique. Every sensation in the human body travels through nerves, and nerves...
"Forget it. Explaining it to someone as dim as you would be a waste of time. You can feel it for yourself."
Werther drove a Thunder Needle into Momonosuke's lower abdomen.
Though Momonosuke was paralyzed, Werther clearly felt his body twitch. It was an instinctive reaction.
An aching, numbing, swelling pain washed over him in waves.
"Aaaah!" A wail like a tormented ghost's tore from Momonosuke's mouth.
Werther did not react. He watched Momonosuke without expression.
During interrogations, Werther entered a cold, detached state. He was even more frightening like this than he was in battle.
"I suggest you save your screams. That was only the first needle. There are another hundred and thirty to go. Try to last.
"Don't worry. I won't let you die."
Werther's expression grew more focused. Thunder Needles kept forming in his hand, and he