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|| CHAPTER 17 | Torn Part ||
"How would it feel like to have one of your limbs torn away? Would it hurt so bad that you can't even feel anything? Or will it feel like nothing depending on how fast you tear it?
"Livings are weak and fragile creatures. The power they wield is nothing more than a sliver of false hope they hold onto for dear life.
"One sting would make some shout their lungs out and losing one or two limbs would shatter their whole world. One jab and they would gag their hearts out–– dying is better than suffering, they say.
"Truly, they are worth pitying, is what the others would say."
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"Let's do this quickly, Kumo, Kyou!" Ruka commanded.
"Yeah."
"Aye, aye!"
Two of the younger Ichimoris spread out, leaving their eldest brother to stand in the middle. Trained from little, their speed made them look like they disappear from the demons' watchful eyes, leaving only hungry red orbs to set on Ruka's steady form.
