But Shichika – would not let up.
He refused to let up on Nanami.
After finishing Fatal Orchid Two, Kacho Fugetsu, he seized the collar of her monkish robes and stabber her with his spear hand.
– I won’t make it.
Not in time.
With her unraveling body, she couldn’t defend herself in time – but in truth, not even his spear hand should have been capable of hurting her.
Her body was collapsing, unable to stand up to her own strength.
But she could still stand up – to anything from Shichika.
He came nowhere close to her.
Except.
The blade of his hand was aimed at Nanami’s bosom – her bosom.
The place where she had carried Akuto the Eel.
The gap yawning – from the middle of her chest.
Eyes on the hole – he drove his hand inside.
Ah, I see, Nanami thought to herself.
That’s what a sword gets – for trying to use another sword.
The swordsmen of the Kyotoryu did not refuse to use swords.
They were unable to use swords.
When it came to wielding swords, they possessed no ability.
– Oh, Dad.
I guess I’m part of the Kyotoryu, after all.
“Kyotoryu – Tampopo!”
The highest cliff can crumble from a single cavity –
Or so the saying goes.
Shichika plunged his spear hand deep – deep into Nanami’s breast.
That move.
Oddly enough – was perhaps Nanami’s favorite part of the Kyotoryu.

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