[Injuries like these posed no real difficulty for you, who had long since mastered Reverse Cursed Technique.]
[You had chosen such a swift, decisive method merely to make this utterly uncooperative ancient spirit behave, allowing you to proceed with your deconstruction and research without obstruction.]
[You held the blood-soaked swordsman in one hand, letting blood drip from the wounds on his broken arms onto the carpet with dull, sticky sounds.]
[With a slight shift of thought, you silently switched the cursed technique copied by "Phantom Parade" to "Idle Transfiguration."]
[With absolute composure, you began a thorough examination of the soul structure within the body before you.]
[Beside you, Great Sage glanced at the man you had subdued, then turned toward the Kendo Hall's doors.]
[As the heavy wooden doors closed, the metal bolt slid firmly into place, shutting out prying eyes.]
[Having done this, Great Sage took out his communicator and contacted the Assistant Supervisor who supported his daily activities, instructing him to deal with the effects on the surrounding area.]
[After all, secluded though this place was, it still lay within a bustling urban district, where any disturbance could attract unnecessary attention.]
[And beneath "Idle Transfiguration," which laid bare the essence of things, the underlying logic of "incarnation rebirth" finally unfolded before you in a direct and brutal fashion.]
[You finally understood why, as these ancient sorcerers revived, the bodies they inhabited lost their original appearances and features.]
[On the microscopic level of the soul, the original owner's soul had already been brutally squeezed and eroded into the farthest corners of the body the moment the ancient spirit's domineering, immense consciousness descended.]
[Having lost control of the body's center, under the ironclad law that "the body follows the shape of the soul," the flesh naturally began transforming into the