Blood!
Scarlet blood was everywhere.
When Iwai Yuusuke led a Firearms Team to the temporary tavern, the scene that greeted him was one straight out of hell.
Even though they had all undergone extremely rigorous training, they couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle and their chests tighten.
Upon entering the tavern, they saw a figure moving about.
He was crouching on the ground, holding a sharp blade, cutting away at something.
As his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the tavern, Iwai Yuusuke couldn't help but shiver.
Because he saw clearly what the other person was doing...
And the man was murmuring softly, as if coaxing a child.
"Be good. Don't move. It'll be over soon. Just bear with it a little longer."
This bizarre scene made the hair on Iwai Yuusuke's body stand on end. The terror was amplified to its absolute peak when he realized he actually knew the man—a somewhat famous ronin from the East Sea.
