Swish!
Slash!
Blades flashed, and blood flew.
Wherever Tony went, no one could stop his ordinary iron sword. Anyone who tried ended up sliced to pieces, weapons and all.
Only severed limbs and blood remained in his wake.
Kill!
For the children who lost their parents!
Kill!
For the wives who lost their husbands!
Kill!
For the innocent people who died in the catastrophe!
At first, Tony tried to regain control of his body.
But he soon realized that if these pirates were the targets, he didn't mind surrendering control.
The thing controlling him killed more efficiently and cleanly than he ever could.
And it satisfied his thirst for revenge all the more.
Though it wielded the same body, the fighting strength those fleshy tendrils drew from it was more than three times what Tony could manage on his own!
Tony even discovered that in this state, he could cut through steel with ease.
Only a Swordsman who had grasped the secret of Cutting Steel could do that!
So he let go and allowed it to carry him through the slaughter, hoping to experience the Swordsman Realm through the fight.
But gradually, red crept across his eyes. His thoughts grew muddled, and before long, he was lost in the killing.
That was the scene Loa found when he came upon Tony hunting pirates through the Manor.
Whether Tony could still be called human was another question.
To Loa, he looked like some grotesque, tentacle-flailing version of Squidward—something like the BSS from the second Resident Evil movie.
Tony's right hand had become a mass of tentacles, wrapped in dense fleshy tendrils. The long section jutting beyond his hand was probably the sword he held.
Other tendrils had spread across his body. Every so often, they shot out and pierced pirates who