Finally, Ogami Hichiro placed a hand on his chest, his voice filled with fanatical pride.
"When the time comes!"
"All those people outside waiting for news!"
"They will all witness the power of our Sakura Country with their own eyes! They'll see the great number of geniuses who have been quietly rising among us! They'll never dare to look down on us again…"
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp whistle pierced the air from the canopy above. Countless arrows rained down, moving so fast their trajectories were a blur.
Like toothpicks piercing soft fruit, they were precise and ruthless, instantly punching through Ogami Hichiro's chest. The arrowheads burst from his back, dripping with blood.
