The destruction caused was limited to the area in which the event was taking place, but that didn't take away from its ferocity.
The ground in the direction of where Saburou's arm swung had completely hollowed out, as if erased; there was even the side of a small building simply missing from where it once was.
It was a scene straight from fiction.
Everything even just slightly scraped by the attack up and vanished into thin air, obliterated into nothingness.
To put it as simply as possible, it was as if it were simply deleted from existence, with not a single trace that anything had ever been there aside from our own memories.
What that meant for Tarou...
"Aghk?!"
...Was, fortunately, not that much, because he had been lucky enough to avoid a fatal hit. That didn't mean he came out unscathed, however.
There may have been no blood.
There may have been no pain.
