Character: Saeko Busujima
Potential: S
Loyalty: 85
Strength: 5.7
Agility: 5.8
Endurance: 5.8
Skill: Proficient Swordsmanship 50%
Evolution Progress: 45%
Status: Burst
Tsk tsk tsk.
Is this what S potential means?
To actually activate her potential at such a critical moment.
For a time, she was even able to fight the Zombie Devil to a standstill.
Saeko Busujima’s Swordsmanship had made significant progress.
And this insight, this increase in strength, was all magnified fivefold and drilled into Shiro’s body.
The data was secondary, but everything increased by 2.5.
The key was that Great Accomplishment in Swordsmanship, under the impact of Saeko Busujima’s insights, finally took a decisive step.
Perfect Swordsmanship!
At this moment, Shiro felt that all things could be cut.
He was terrifyingly strong now.
host: Shiro
Profession: Trainer
Strength: 38.8
Agility: 38.0
Endurance: 38.5
Skills: Trainer Basic Skill LV1 (Proficiency 26%)
Freestyle Fighting Proficient (Proficiency 90%)
Language Mastery (Proficiency 17%)
Perfect Swordsmanship
“Saeko, you’ve reached your limit, step back and rest!”
“Who is it?”
A voice suddenly came, and only then did the boss notice a young man in a school uniform standing behind Saeko Busujima, in the shadows.
He held a katana, standing casually, and from his appearance alone, it was impossible to tell how strong he was.
The boss laughed, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: “Step back? Now is not the time for you to say step back… and step back.”
Before the boss could finish his sentence, his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
When?
When did this man get in front of him?
“I say you can step back… then you can!”
The first half of the sentence still echoed in his ears, but the second half was already far away.
The boss subconsciously turned his head, suddenly realizing that his body seemed unresponsive.
What happened?
Why is this perspective so strange?
Whose leg is this?
When did he stand on the Zombie Devil’s head?
When…
the moment the boss’s head fell to the ground.
All the slashes took effect instantly.
Countless slashes bloomed around Saeko Busujima, and shattered flesh, like blooming fireworks, guided Saeko Busujima’s gaze towards Shiro, who stood on the Zombie Devil’s head.
He stood under the chandelier, his school uniform spotless.
As the Zombie Devil disintegrated beneath him, his figure naturally stepped on the chunks of flesh, descending back down.
Shock.
Even the current Saeko Busujima could only look up to Shiro.
Beautiful!
So beautiful!
Such beautiful slashes.
As magnificent as falling cherry blossoms.
Saeko Busujima was savoring it, comprehending it.
Unfortunately, she had already had her burst today, and this level of Swordsmanship was no longer something that could be comprehended by simple contemplation.
Although Saeko Busujima wanted to remember it, in the end, her mind was empty, as if in a dream.
“Those who imitate me die, those who are like me live!”
Seeing Saeko Busujima’s confused state.
Shiro suddenly said: “Go find your own path!”
Although Shiro said it to show off, Saeko Busujima believed him implicitly and immediately emerged from her bewildered state.
“Shiro, can I reach your height?”
“Of course, with your talent, you can go to even greater heights.”
Look at this pancake, it’s big and round!
But it was drawn by Shiro.
Delicious!
Saeko Busujima was full of confidence and hope for the future.
“Alright, Shiro, what should we do next?!”
“Of course, we’ll cut the weeds and pull out the roots.”
Bang!
The room door was kicked open.
The Zombie Devil inside instantly turned into chunks of flesh.
The screen used as a partition was pulled open.
A dirty operating table appeared in their sight.
The uncle’s torso had been hollowed out, and his organs were placed on a metal tray beside it.
There were bite marks remaining on his body, looking somewhat gruesome.
“As arrogant as he was a moment ago, that’s how miserable he is now.”
“Saeko, you do it.”
Clang~!
The uncle’s skull was gone, and the brain inside was neatly sliced open.
“Grandma Huazhi… rest in peace, I have already avenged you.”
Saeko Busujima showed a hint of sadness, but quickly became strong again.
The uncle had been completely slain, her obsession was released, and the burden on her shoulders lightened.
“Alright, Saeko, your revenge is done, you should be a little happier. You’ve expended too much today, go rest in the normal capture ball first, I’ll handle the rest.”
“Okay!”
Saeko Busujima did indeed feel a bit powerless and nodded in agreement.
Shiro took out a normal capture ball, captured Saeko Busujima, then picked up his katana and strolled through the streets leisurely.
Although the Zombie Devil minions had intelligence, they were loyal like dogs, only obeying the commands of their boss and the uncle, manipulated by the Zombie Devil.
Now without the primary command, they could only stay put, waiting for Shiro to slaughter them.
Pfft!
Chunks of flesh fell to the ground.
Shiro looked at the quiet street.
He lifted his foot and walked towards the dojo.
Centered around the icehouse, all the residents of the surrounding old residential area had turned into Zombie Devil.
However, the scope was not large and had not expanded to more densely populated areas.
They probably also feared making too much noise and attracting the attention of heroes or public security.
Opening the door with a key, Shiro entered the dojo.
This battle was neither fast nor slow; from start to finish, it had been just over an hour and ten minutes.
He checked Saeko Busujima’s status; she hadn’t yet fully recovered to her optimal state.
So, Shiro went to the bathroom himself and turned on the shower.
Throughout the battle, no filth splashed onto him, but the corpse stench in the air was too strong.
Like having just eaten a hotpot with butter, his clothes had to be cleaned.
As Shiro lay in the bathtub, stretching his body, the platinum capture ball finally sent a message.
It takes half an hour to recover to optimal state?
It must be that this overdraft was too severe, possibly even leaving hidden injuries!
However, with the platinum capture ball’s healing, these things posed no threat.
A ray of light shot out from the platinum capture ball, instantly condensing into the form of Saeko Busujima.
“Shiro.”
Seeing the familiar surroundings, Saeko Busujima reacted: “Shiro, wait, I’ll go wash up first and then come find you.”
Her school uniform, stained with faint blood, was removed.
Saeko Busujima walked under the shower, letting the water wash over her graceful figure.
Because the Zombie Devil spread viruses through bodily fluids and the like, she was very thorough in her cleaning this time, from head to toe, not missing any crevice.
As expected of Saeko Busujima.
That chest.
Simply perfect.