A40 brandished Sakura Passing, appearing instantly behind Yanagawa Fumihiko, as it swung the blade towards the back of his neck, the blade grazing the shoulder, piercing through wires and tendons.
Before Yanagawa Fumihiko's blood hit the ground, he turned around, raising his sword to counterattack.
The four present were top-tier swordsmen in the world, A40's stance was too high, giving an opportunity, and its waist was slashed. The heavy blade strike knocked it to the ground.
"Higher level of modification!" A40 shouted.
Yanagawa Fumihiko stood firm, the wound on his back revealing half flesh and half synthetic materials, with pipelines assisting movement wrapped around the edges of his muscles.
His face was sharp and angular, his expression meticulous, hair tightly gathered, draped in a nanofiber black robe, he needed little armor. Yanagawa Fumihiko required only himself and his sword.
