A scarlet bar slashed across her vision.
It wasn't a thin little strip floating overhead, but a band of scarlet light as thick as a door, stretching straight from the far left of her vision to the far right, with neither end in sight.
Without exaggeration, it was practically shoved into her face.
Asano Kiri braced herself against the windowsill to keep from sliding down, a layer of cold sweat instantly breaking out across her back.
Over a hundred meters...
Maybe more. The rest might just have been blocked by the buildings...
Hundreds of meters?
Or did it have no end at all?
Was this a person?! This was a natural disaster!
The burning sensation in her right eye was still spreading. Almost involuntarily, she glanced down at the skill slots beneath the health bar.
Her Cursed Technique could do more than measure health bars; it could also analyze the other person's skills.
The topmost skill slot shone blindingly bright, bearing just two words.
"Black Flash."
Black Flash?!
Her throat tightened, painfully dry.
Unwilling to believe it, Asano Kiri kept looking farther down.
The third slot, the fourth, the fifth...
All chaos.
One expanse of nothingness after another, with no end in sight. She couldn't even count how many skill slots he had.
Nothing remained in her vision but surging, murky chaos. The pressure made her right eye ache and her temples throb.
In other words, he had already exceeded what her Cursed Technique could handle!
Unable to hold on any longer, she slid down against the windowsill and sat on the floor, cold sweat soaking the hem of her shirt.
She clamped a hand over her mouth, barely even breathing, terrified that the man downstairs might hear the slightest sound.
The footsteps on the street drew closer at an