She had leapt into the air higher than was capable for a normal human. Fukawa twirled in midair faster than a
figure skater, several metres above the floor. Her skirt opened up like an umbrella as she spun, revealing
multiple sets of scissors. On her thighs were countless '' characters, like kill counts carved on fighter planes.

At any other time, her display of acrobatics would have been a sight to marvel at. The girl that was once Touko
Fukawa cried out in ecstasy, her long tongue flopping from her mouth and her red eyes twinkling.