Sen Getsusa did indeed carry multiple blades.
However, in the battle just now... Sen Getsusa would never have taken out a second knife.
Because Yukino's hiding place was a coincidence—
Either Sen Getsusa guarded the wardrobe to protect Yukino, in which case those flesh constructs could attack continuously.
Or, she could release her Spell Power, leave the wardrobe door, break through the encirclement, and assassinate the Ritualist—
But if she did that, being far from the wardrobe, she couldn't guarantee Yukino's safety.
She would definitely die.
Staying here meant falling into an endless cycle: standoff, knock down, standoff, knock down.
She couldn't move an inch.
And leaving here... Yukino would die.
A dilemma.
——Besides, simple cold weapons weren't enough to kill those flesh constructs.
So, when the girl judged the opponent's 'brain-eating' trait and labeled him as arrogant in her mind—the plan flashed through her thoughts.
I have to find a way to make him come close to me on his own.
Dragging that massive tumor... come and eat my brain, won't you?
Then, he would expose his vulnerable parts within my reach... What Sen Getsusa didn't expect was that the opponent was too cooperative.
The opponent was too cooperative.
Almost... considerate?
She micro-adjusted her body, meticulously planning the next steps of her attack in her mind.
Since her right palm, thigh, and left shoulder were pinned to the wardrobe, the moment she pulled out a knife with her left hand to attack, it would surely cause a massive tear in the wound on her left shoulder—
That bone was truly stuck there.
Therefore, she had to hit continuously and not give him any room to counterattack.
Sen Getsusa calmed her breathing and waited quietly.
She watched the Boy approach... and approach further.
The opponent leaned his head in, ear turned toward her—
That look of having victory in his grasp made the girl couldn't help but smile.
"I still have a knife..."
The moment she spoke, her fingers trembled slightly.
A second long, narrow blade, not a table knife, appeared at the girl's fingertips!
The sharp scalpel was held in a reverse grip by the girl... and suddenly plunged into the Boy's forehead!
The short figure froze and let out a furious howl!
Sen Getsusa gritted her teeth, ignoring the blood seeping from her shoulder... she seized the moment of his sluggishness.
Amidst the Boy's look of shock, Sen Getsusa was like a delicate figure dancing on the edge of a blade, with silver light flashing continuously in his vision!
Like a hurricane passing through, the silver light was sharp... ——this was a storm of blades!
The third knife, spinning, pierced into the heart!
The fourth, held vertically, ripped open the abdomen!
The fifth, sliced through the shoulder and arm!
The sixth, blinded the eyes!
The silver lines were graceful and magnificent.
The girl's left hand blurred, countless afterimages remaining, leaving silver scalpels either stabbed or sliced into the opponent's body.
Draw, stab! Hack! Slice!
The mechanical movements were completed in just a few seconds!
In such a critical situation, Sen Getsusa re-entered that time she was trained by Master Mutian—
Wholehearted combat, dodging, knocking down—countless instances of pain and crisis gave her body and muscles memory!
And now, for martial arts, for combat, the girl who had finally entered the threshold had her own understanding.
Fast, precise, deadly!
The silver dance became a blade storm, elegantly and cruelly sweeping between the two!
In just two breaths, the afterimages dissipated.
The Boy's body was already covered in scalpels!
The seventh knife!
This was the final target!
That giant brain.
Kill!
"How did you—"
The storm shrunk at high speed!
All the sharp silver fragments gathered on the girl's left hand, condensing into a flowing brilliance!
The lone dancer, treading on blades and enduring pain, spun and leaped with a magnificent expression—she gave her final curtain call to the silent audience below the stage.
This was a dance of slaughter like a passing hurricane!
Pfft!
The table knife angled upward, passing through the Boy's neck socket, like a red-hot iron cutting through butter; after passing straight through, it continued to pierce deeper!
Carrying all its sharpness, the blade rotated, cutting through everything in its path!
"No! Don't!
Big Sister... Big Sister! I'm Da Yong!"
The Boy put on that simple and innocent expression again, trying to speak—
But as the sharp blade went deeper, the Boy's vocal cords and cartilaginous ligaments were severed.
The trachea ruptured, and as the airflow rushed out, it was blocked back by the reflux of thick fluid.
In an instant, the Boy's lungs were filled with wriggling liquid.
Of course, none of this could cause him much harm.
What he feared was the blade continuing to go deeper.
Yes, Sen Getsusa had no intention of stopping at all.
Her left shoulder was already numb with pain, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably as her entire wrist sank into the opponent's body.
The surrounding surface nails sensed their host's crisis and wrapped around, crowding together, actually managing to stop the blade for a moment.
"Heh, heh..." The Boy couldn't speak and could only look at Sen Getsusa with pleading eyes.
The girl gave him a charming smile, her profile hidden by her silk-like black hair.
Then, her left leg suddenly kicked off the ground, making half her body airborne!
Using the gravity of the fall, Sen Getsusa pushed all the pressure onto her left hand—falling with gravity, her forearm passed through the Boy's neck and pierced the brain behind him!
Curtain call.
Pfft.
It became quiet.
Sen Getsusa let go of the scalpel's handle; at this moment, her forearm was inside a tofu-like cyst.
Squeezing the soft brain, it wrapped around Sen Getsusa's finger gaps, fingertips, and the back of her hand; rubbing it carefully, she could still feel the neurological twitching of the brain.
She maintained this posture, letting the Boy, whose eyes had lost their luster, slump onto her shoulder.
His eyes gradually closed, and he still wanted to say something, but his throat could no longer make a sound.
'Why... so many...'
So many knives?
Sen Getsusa blinked.
As an underage girl... is it too much to carry a dozen or so knives with me?
"Besides, if it weren't for the burden, you'd have been dead within ten seconds, little brother."
In the air, the scent of blood was slowly dissipating.
After a short wait, the little Boy named Da Yong fell into a deep sleep on her shoulder.
The cyst slowly turned into a pool of black water, and along with the Boy's body, it began to spontaneously combust.
White flames boiled, scorching him into ashes.
The surrounding chaos creations also began to stiffen, just like the monster killed before.
They burned bit by bit, like flammable scraps of paper.
A gust of wind blew, and the ashes vanished.
It was over.
Suddenly, the Profiler vibrated frantically.
A brand new card spun and emerged before the girl's forehead.
[Spell Card: Curtain Call]
[Blow! Endless Wind!]
[Dense daggers and blades, sweeping through enemies like a hurricane.]
[A dangerous and elegant form of attack—]
[Under dense piercing at close range, few creatures can escape this fatal area-of-effect attack.]
[Please retreat.]
[No one can stand before the hurricane.]
[Note: Self-comprehension of spells and skills is the standard for qualification.]
[Note: When used with both hands, the power is doubled.]
Clatter.
The bone piercing Sen Getsusa disappeared, and she naturally fell in front of the wardrobe door.
Yukino gently pushed open the cabinet door and saw the girl's back.
—Sen Getsusa was kneeling on the ground, blood flowing down her thighs.
Her head hung low, and her shoulders twitched neurologically from time to time.
Black hair floated on the bloody water, the ends turning red.
"Sen... Getsusa..."
Unknowingly, an emerald seed was planted in Yukino's heart.
What kind of flower is this?
The girl stomped her feet hard and pinched her arms tightly, forcing herself to stop trembling.
Then, gritting her teeth, she bypassed the girl step by step to reach the front.
Sen Getsusa tilted her face and looked up at Yukino, her hair sticking to her face.
A drop of blood slid down right past the beauty mark at the corner of her eye.
Yukino looked at Sen Getsusa carefully and cautiously leaned over to kneel beside her.
"Thank you, thank you..."
Tears streaming down her face, Yukino reached out her hands to gently support Sen Getsusa's shoulders, her words somewhat incoherent as she poured out her shame and sorrow: "Thank you, thank you... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
"I shouldn't have been so willful!"
"I'm sorry..."
Sen Getsusa pulled the girl into her arms, weakly resting her chin on her shoulder, her tone full of disdain: "Help me up, the ground is too dirty."
Yukino forced a smile: "I need to take you to the hospital! Can... can an existence like you go to a hospital?"
Sen Getsusa leaned on Yukino's shoulder to pull herself up.
She was surprised to find that the puncture wound in her palm had already begun to heal, with tender white granulation tissue growing around it; the same was happening to her thighs and shoulders.
At least it allowed her to regain her mobility.
—This recovery ability, which surpassed all known species, constantly reminded Sen Getsusa that although she associated with humans, she was no longer human.
She shook her head, pulled a mirror from her pocket to tidy her hair, and then took out some wet wipes to wipe her face: "No need. My body is special; I won't die. But you..."
Behind the mirror, Yukino's worried expression caused Sen Getsusa's pouting mouth to soften.
She moved her arms and shoulders, then did a knee bend. Finding no bones were broken, she leaned on Yukino again, and the two of them pushed open the door and left.
Suddenly, the girl with ice-blue eyes remembered something. As she supported Sen Getsusa while they walked away, she introduced herself:
"I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?
I've been living abroad before.
I only returned to the country recently and am preparing to attend high school here."
"Yukino is my name.
Yukino, Yukinoshita Yukino."
After the girl finished her introduction, she turned her head.
Sen Getsusa remained expressionless.
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