When Assassin of Black, dwelling with her right arm hanging torn and limp, returned to the place she used as her, an hour had passed since she left.

“…It hurts.”

With teary eyes, she showed her right hand to her Master, Rikudou Reika. Even the bone in her hand was visible in the cut cross‐section, and her muscle fibers were torn to shreds. If she were a normal human, she wouldn’t be able to use her hand ever again.

- Vol 2 Chapter 2