——Arrived just in time, have I...
Seeing Sazanoko's awkward stance that desperately avoided putting weight on her left leg, Aoto knew her left leg was definitely injured, and badly hurt.
Dragging a leg so injured that even standing was difficult, fighting alone against over ten Samurai… other than "Sazanoko fought desperately until the end and eventually lost," Aoto could not think of a better outcome.
Fortunately—he arrived in time.
Feeling extremely relieved at his timely rescue, Aoto let out a long sigh, adjusting his chaotic breathing after the frantic run, while quietly holding Ghost-Slaying in a Middle Stance before him.
Through the gleaming blade, Aoto's gaze, sharp as a knife, swept over the "Hanging Corner Eye Warrior" and others ahead.
——11 people, huh...
After using the momentum from a leap to cut the burly man in two, there were only 11 pursuers left chasing Sazanoko and Nakamura Tsuki.
Overall, Aoto had quite a few questions he wanted to ask Sazanoko now.
