Over the past five years, Barn had asked his young apprentice Lia to forge this suppressor for him. It helped him keep the ghost god inside him from finding opportunities to go into Frenzy.
At that moment, he was just as he had been before, facing the sea and staring blankly while holding a fishing rod that looked well worn. Yes, he really was staring blankly, because he still could not catch any fish.
"Master Barn!"
Jig suddenly appeared behind Barn, smiling broadly, but Barn seemed to have no intention of acknowledging him.
He simply continued to cradle his precious fishing rod, a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.
But Jig's expression changed. His childlike face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes sharpened. At some point, the long blade in his hand had left its sheath, and black flames suddenly flared along its dark surface.
This was the Skillful Grade Blade Barn had asked Lia to forge for her junior apprentice brother Jig: Nether Spirit. Originally an ordinary blade, it could attain the sharpness of a Great Grade Sword in Jig's hands, and the secret lay in the black flames burning along it.
With a rush of wind and the sound of air being sliced apart, the blade wreathed in black flames slashed toward Barn!
Yet Barn remained completely motionless, sitting there with the same enigmatic smile on his lips.
The flaming blade struck Barn squarely on the arm, severing it without spilling a single drop of blood. Even the severed arm gradually disintegrated and vanished after falling to the ground.
Barn continued holding his fishing rod after the blow, his smile undiminished, without saying a word.
An outline gradually formed at his severed shoulder, and flesh reappeared within it, as though pieces of a puzzle were fitting