[After Naobito Zenin suffered the backlash of Projection Sorcery's utterly merciless rules, his entire body absurdly reduced in dimension and sealed inside that two-dimensional plane floating in midair, you gave the clan head no further special treatment.]
[You merely raised one leg with utter nonchalance and kicked straight at the plane that held Naobito's frozen expression of horror, as casually as kicking a stone out of your path.]
[Just as you had promised earlier, as a responsible "instructor," you did not strike to kill.]
[You controlled the force of that kick with exquisite precision. It contained only enough physical momentum to shatter the cursed technique seal, without the tremendous force needed to seriously injure him.]
["Crack-"]
[With an exceptionally crisp shattering sound, the two-dimensional plane imprisoning Naobito instantly broke beneath your foot, dissolving into countless faintly glimmering fragments that vanished into the air.]
[The instant the seal broke, three-dimensional physical laws took control of Naobito's body again.]
[Dragged by tremendous inertia, the normally lofty current head of the Zenin Clan flew backward in utter disgrace under the almost vacant stares of the Kukuru Unit members who had just flooded into the courtyard. His body, clad in an expensive kimono, slammed into the floor of the Japanese-style room, then continued sliding backward, plowing several meters across the premium rush-grass tatami before finally stopping against a thick wooden support pillar.]
[Naobito clutched the spot on his chest where you had just kicked him with one hand. His complexion turned dreadful in an instant, taking on a bloodless pallor.]
[The violent upheaval in his chest brought a sweet taste to his throat, but he forcibly swallowed the blood rising into his mouth.]
[In the seasoned clan head's furiously working mind, physical pain had already been cast aside, replaced by an absolute horror capable