Masabi's expression remained cold as he looked at the boy, his resolve unwavering. "Ironclad, huh?" he muttered, raising his fist toward the sky. In one swift motion, he jumped back a dozen feet, and without hesitation, he plunged his open hand into his own chest. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he skillfully extracted his own heart, barely more than a few drops of blood spilling from the wound.
The boy's eyes widened in shock, disbelief washing over him as he watched the scene unfold. Gojaro and the others, still reeling from the intensity of the battle, looked on in stunned silence. The moment was interrupted as ropes dropped from the helicopters overhead, and men and women in bright blue overalls and masks descended, carrying stretchers to aid the wounded.
