With a truly delightful laughter.
Tomosato:
Alright. I am a
I followed an idiot this far.
I can let him get away.
I'd embark on an escape route if ya could think of one, but guess ya're not that good.
As he says this and brusquely turns his back to Sakuya, he departs with a brisk pace, perhaps implying, "come with me," but he hastens toward the fishfolk group restraining Rui.
"I'm taking you to a nice place," his invitation might lead to a deceitful gambling house, offering not an escape route, nor a darn thing.
The fishfolk, who were listening to the gist of Sakuya and Tomosato's exchange, cannot close their mouths, agape from his excessive irresponsibility and lack of integrity.
some among them, …show more content…
In human terms, the fishfolk gathered here are more soldiers, and yet...
Not a single one among them, nor Sakuya, nor Rui...
...are with eyes of fear, of danger, and certainly not of terror at Tomosato's pace.
Not a single one of them.
And this is why Rui is taken away, escaping together with Sakuya.
After briskly walking to the front-line fishfolk guarding Rui, slaying them with three swings, taking Rui's hand, and bringing her to Sakuya, Tomosato pushes her back, entrusting her to the young man.
Simply walking and slaying.
What Tomosato does is just this.
He drags Rui as though it was a supplementary act.
Since his feet have sandals of only leather and no iron, his steps are quiet, his swordsmanship is ludicrous to call it 'casual during a stroll,' identical to poking a roadside twig with an umbrella, and the only way to represent it is'more like he is eating and farting,' instead of trying to forcibly fit this act into the mold of extraordinary sword technique and perfect stride.
Where are they going to be? ponders not only the fishfolk witnessing this but also their leader, who watches over Sakuya being pushed by Tomosato as he holds Rui's shoulders and totters toward the …show more content…
Walking, slaying, and letting Sakuya drag Rui away.
Even as he manages this under these circumstances, what the fishfolk, what the sea legends experience initially is disorientation and confusion, followed by overwhelming anger and a sense of loss, and, at this moment...it is already too late.
The sea creatures, no longer an assembly of fishfolk but having now transformed into a mighty torrent—one that might draw a storm whose tyranny is comparable to a vehement tsunami—rush with fury toward the cave's entrance, chasing their princess in order to put the scoundrel to death.
But they have already lost their chance.
"The hitman has moved and now blocks the way to the cave where the two are escaping, but he is a mere human holding a single sword," think the fishfolk as they march toward him, but they have yet to realize that the one who freed the two from them is this same human.
A bloody wind rages...but with a fog of bluish-black