“I think she’s gotten abnormally strong.”
There was a ‘hand’ there.
It was a strange statement. After all, I was the one who had just sent one of the girl’s wrists flying, and I was holding the other one in my hand right now.
So how could another hand possibly exist?
It was nothing like some ‘third hand.’ The curve running from her shoulder all the way to her fingertips was far too natural for that.
Rather, yes.
It looked as though her hand had regenerated in the meantime.
Just like one of the ‘Seven Deadly Sins.’
I had no time to be flustered. I did not know why, but wasn’t the result already obvious?
What my opponent was aiming for was clear.
The threads gathered between each of her newly grown fingers came loose all at once. A killing art performed without even a sound—and just as before, I was not its target.
Everyone except me.
At the murderous intent bearing down on us, Instructor Mu’s sword spat out hundreds of trajectories. Ordinarily, threads of Mana like those should have been shattered to…