Far away in the desert, underneath a cactus that’s slightly north in the
east direction, a sudden glow bursted brightly.

Was that the sword tip of an Estoc or the flare of a sniper rifle being
fired?

I turned my body to the right. No, once I was about to tilt to the right,
the attack force that had shocking intensity gathered on my forehead.
The flow of time started to change. That extremely heavy feeling felt
like it could even freeze the air—

The bullet that was rotating at high speed, grazed past my temple
cutting off a strand of my hair and flew behind me as I tilted slightly.

(Volume 6, page 307-308)