"Wha..."
Rentaro Satomi's pupils widened to their limit.
He lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground.
"How... is that possible..."
"My hand... my hand..."
Rentaro Satomi raised his head in disbelief, staring at the severed arm lying alone in a pool of blood.
How... was that possible...
That speed...
Super Varanium that hard...
Hard enough to shatter even a Gastrea's shell...
And yet...
It had been sliced through like tofu?
Rentaro Satomi looked back in disbelief.
He saw it.
With a click.
Kisara Tendo flicked her wrist.
Her long blade was already sheathed.
She looked down at Rentaro Satomi in the mud.
"I told you."
"I wouldn't let you touch Lord God."
"Rentaro."
"Why..."
"Why... would you go this far..."
"Aren't we family..."
Even at this moment.
Rentaro Satomi still could not accept it.
Kisara Tendo had truly struck to kill him.
"Family?"
"With that last slash."
"What I should have severed was your neck."
"But I didn't."
"That was only to repay you for risking your life to save me ten years ago, during the attack that took my parents' lives."
"That's why I spared your life."
Kisara Tendo paused, her voice lowering slightly.
Ten years ago.
On the night of the Tendo Family massacre.
The young Rentaro Satomi had lost an eye, an arm, and a leg protecting her.
That debt had once been like a chain, binding Kisara Tendo tightly, leaving her always guilty before Rentaro Satomi, always compromising, always giving way.
But now.
With that last swing of her blade.
The chain had broken.
"One arm."
"Your life."
"Consider that my repayment for what you did back then."
"From now on, I owe you nothing, Rentaro."
"Every bond between us is severed."
"If there's a next time..."
"If you ever dare disrespect Lord God