Xia Xi stood frozen in place.
He slowly lowered his head.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni's arm now lay quietly on the ground beside its feet.
The joint components at its shoulder were fully exposed to the air.
There were many tiny gears and connecting rods.
They were still turning slowly.
Xia Xi: ...
Um, was it still possible to glue it back together?
Beside him, Tetsujin opened his mouth, clearly wanting to say something.
In the end, he only sighed silently.
The Dawn Hashira bent down and picked up the broken arm, his expression a little stiff.
He tried to explain. "Would you believe me if I said this really was an accident?"
Kotetsu finally came to his senses.
He burst into tears with a wail.
"Yoriichi Type Zero... Yoriichi Type Zero's arm broke off..."
Xia Xi was rather embarrassed too.
Judging by the force of those fierce slashes just now, my joint lock shouldn't have damaged its structure...
System! What exactly were those guide lines you gave me pointing out?!
"Don't cry! Please don't cry!"
Xia Xi hurried over to the puppet, trying to press the arm back into place.
"I'll fix it! I promise I'll fix it!"
He carefully inspected the puppet's arm and the connection at its shoulder.
That look immediately gave Xia Xi a headache.
It wasn't a mortise-and-tenon structure that his [Carpentry] skill could make sense of at all.
Instead, there were masses of multilayered gears, connecting rods, and springs, with metal wires wound around them whose purpose he couldn't identify.
His twist just now had caught precisely in the joint's most vulnerable gap.
It had dislodged the entire assembly.
Hmm, its age probably had something to do with it too.
Xia Xi: This thing... was even more complicated than I imagined.
The six-sword wielder had lost