The man at the center of the whirlwind heard a voice coming from every direction.
It felt like standing in a vast, deep valley, surrounded by faint echoes.
"Well? Can you tell where I am?" Sonic asked.
Cold sweat ran down the man's cheeks.
He truly could no longer pinpoint Sonic's position. Sonic could attack him from any angle at any moment.
Sonic's speed had outstripped his ability to perceive it. The helplessness drove the man to despair.
Excitement lit up Sonic's eyes.
That was exactly what he wanted!
He wanted to see despair on his opponent's face. It proved how powerful he was.
His pleasure came from other people's suffering. The more desperate an enemy looked, the more excited Sonic became.
The middle-aged man stayed on edge, bracing for an attack from an unknown direction until the strain left him utterly exhausted and hopeless. At last, Sonic grew a little bored of showing off and decided to end his torment.
The black whirlwind abruptly vanished. A figure sliced through the air past the man's side, and the man staggered to his knees.
A sharp blade had severed the tendons at his ankles. He could no longer stand.
Sonic appeared behind him in a flourish.
He put away his Kunai. Its sharp blade gleamed with a metallic sheen.
Sonic had clearly used the Kunai to cut the tendons in the man's ankles, yet there wasn't a trace of blood on the blade.
It showed just how terrifying his speed was.
Without so much as a glance at the man, Sonic headed straight off the stage.
Real men never looked back at explosions, and Sonic had no interest in watching a weakling fall.
In Sonic's world, only the strong deserved his respect.
Sonic was deliberately trying to look cool, but the