Death of the Bowel Hunter

Emilia, who had been supporting him from behind, saw it all. Her cool gaze softened slightly.

What kept this boy, who looked about her age, fighting until now?

Curiosity filled her, along with the urge to find out.

Meanwhile, the Bowel Hunter kept swinging her curved blades, but a hint of impatience crept into her mocking gaze.

The boy before her seemed covered in wounds, but she knew they were only superficial. Every time she struck at a vital point, he blocked as if he had seen the attack coming.

All she could do was wound his skin. It infuriated her more and more. He was impossible to shake off.

Her gaze turned colder, and her blades moved faster still.

Subaru Natsuki's Sharingan spun furiously, but he was growing weaker. The wounds might be superficial, but all the blood spilling out was his!

And now that the woman had sped up again, even his Sharingan was struggling to keep up.

Just as he began to adjust to the rhythm of her attacks...

She suddenly changed tactics. Instead of striking at his abdomen and chest, she went for his head.

As a blade flashed toward his face, Subaru Natsuki's eyes widened. He could no longer hold back a shout.

"Master!"

His body stiffened for an instant, then swiftly slipped past the unexpected strike.

"What a troublesome brat. You dodged again? I even gave up on cutting out your guts, so why can't you let me have my way?"

"Oh, really? I have a hobby too. I like taking a pretty neck like yours in my hand and gently snapping it. Care to let me try?"

"Hey, Master, don't say things like that! You're using my body right now, and I don't have a hobby like that!"

Inside his mind, Subaru Natsuki