The white bone chain extending from her palm retracted into her body inch by inch. Then the small Superhuman pressed her right hand against her left shoulder. Flesh split open, yet miraculously, not a single drop of blood flowed.
As a medical ninja, Jeanne could not help narrowing her eyes.
As though she felt no pain at all, the small Superhuman pulled out the entire skeleton of her left arm. The stark white bones made a particularly shocking sight.
Not only that, but as the jagged, hard bones were pulled out, they continued to stretch and transform, finally becoming a massive sword made of dozens of large, interconnected bone blades.
Clack, clack, clack.
The small Superhuman gave her arm a slight shake. The joints of the massive bone sword twisted, producing a strange sound, like the threatening warning of a rattlesnake's tail before it attacked.
"Your supernatural power is interesting. An ability to control things like osteoclasts and osteoblasts, right?"
Moreover, when she drew the bones out of her body, the tendons and skin they tore through immediately returned to normal. She definitely possessed a self-healing ability that rapidly healed external injuries as well.
Her recovery speed was no worse than Jeanne's own, which greatly interested the braided saint.
But the small Superhuman remained silent, showing no intention of answering. The snake-tail sword in her hand swayed back and forth, its pallid bone blades baring their edges.
"You must have more than 206 bones in your body. Watch me take them apart one by one."
Jeanne rubbed the fist she had punched with, her knuckles cracking. Recalling how the earlier blow had felt when it landed, she said:
"Stop dragging your feet! Get moving. Here I come!"
The iron-fisted saint stamped one foot on the Gobi ground, blasting a crater