659. A Mutual Pursuit

"What bullshit Puji teleportation technology. Sure enough, it's unreliable!" Elwin cursed as he leaned in a corner, carefully fixing his own backside with half a broken sword.

Something had gone wrong during the teleportation. He remembered that after that flash of light, the space beneath him had vanished, along with his backside and both legs, and he had fallen straight onto the Fungal Carpet.

Of the four swords on his back, two had also snapped in half.

It was less like teleportation and more like some kind of dismemberment trap.

Also, a Puji body's vitality was far too tenacious, which was not always a good thing.

Once cut apart and pieced back together, it could still be used even if the parts did not quite line up.

He remembered the Cannon Fodder Pujis he had seen fighting the Empire before. Quite a few of them had been in that abstract patchwork style.

Some had legs attached backward, some had Mushroom Caps tilted to one side, and some had an extra tentacle. As long as they could still charge, it counted.

But he was different.

He was a sword saint. A crooked backside would affect his center of gravity, his exertion of force, and the flexibility of his movement.

So he could only do as he was doing now, holding his broken sword and trimming it bit by bit.

He shaved off the excess parts, and where something was missing, he scraped away a layer of mycelium to stimulate it into growing back on its own.

If he had known it would be this troublesome, he would not have tried to save effort by patching himself together. He should have just waited a little longer and let it grow back by itself.

The blade shaved over the final protrusion.

Elwin's movements