Kisara Tendo cut off Wakō Tendo's profuse thanks.
"Tendo Sword Drawing Technique: Zero Type No. 3-"
"Asafetida Evil Twin-Headed Sword."
"As I said earlier."
"This is the technique that wounded you."
"It is one strike, but also two."
"The first strike severed your legs."
"As for the second..."
"It wasn't your legs I cut."
"Because it was too fast, faster than sound."
"So fast that even your pain receptors haven't reacted yet."
"So fast that even your body tissue hasn't realized it has already split apart."
"But that's all right."
"Judging by the time."
"It should be just about now."
What?
Wakō Tendo was still in a daze.
He didn't understand.
What did she mean, just about now?
In that instant just now, he hadn't felt any new pain.
He only felt...
As though his body was a little lighter?
Then.
Under Wakō Tendo's bewildered gaze.
A line of blood.
Appeared in the very center of his forehead.
Then.
That line of blood extended downward along his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips, and his chin.
It passed through his Adam's apple, his chest, and his stomach.
It was as though an invisible brush had drawn a red line straight down the middle of his body.
"Uh...?"
Wakō Tendo opened his mouth.
He seemed to want to say something.
But.
The next second.
Squelch-!
That line of blood abruptly burst open.
A sound like an overripe watermelon splitting rang out.
Wakō Tendo didn't even have time to let out one final scream.
The next second.
Under the gaze of those bewildered eyes.
His body.
Along that red line.
Slid apart to the left and right.
Wakō Tendo, who had still been a human figure a moment before.
Right before everyone's eyes.
Like a watermelon sliced down the middle.