The tip of the wakizashi was aimed at the throat of the Scythe Weasel... no sword technique was used, nor any special skill, just a simple thrust to the Scythe Weasel's vital point! Thrusting towards the Scythe Weasel's throat!
The Scythe Weasel, with a stab wound in its left shoulder and a severely injured left arm from defending against Mukiwa's earlier kick, assumed a chaotic posture... leaving no chance to block Aoto's simple yet powerful strike!
The Scythe Weasel's eyes were wide, as if the sockets were about to burst open.
All it could do was helplessly watch as the tip of the wakizashi edged closer, with wave after wave of despair and fear flooding its eyes and cheeks.
But... just at this moment when the outcome was about to be decided, an unexpected event occurred that no one present had anticipated.
"Ugh...!"
