The sound of Kenji's screaming echoed through the marble hall as I released his broken arms. He collapsed to his knees, cradling his shattered limbs against his chest while tears streamed down his face.
"Remember what I told you," I said, looking down at his trembling form. "Every word."
Behind me, the assembled masters were cheering and shouting their approval, but I barely heard them. My attention was focused on the three broken forms scattered around the hall like discarded toys.
Haruto was still slumped against the wall, his breathing shallow and labored. Ren hadn't moved since hitting the pillar, though I could see his chest rising and falling. They would live, but they would never fight again.
"Is that all?" I asked, my voice carrying across the sudden silence. "Three masters from the legendary Sakura Country, defeated in less than five minutes?"
