Pitter-patter.
The slash cut from his cheek down his collarbone to his chest. Blood splattered, the katana tainted and the ground left untouched from the sheer skill. Kazi gasped for air, only to spit out blood.
From the side, while his retainers were shocked by the display, Emperor Toru tilted his head. "Is that all you can do?"
There were mutters. Fear that he was on the cusp of death. Genji himself seemed surprised and took a step back. "I…I shouldn't have…my training…"
Kazi extended a hand, stopping him, his breath raspy.
Pitter…patter…
"Huh?" Genji looked up at the sky. A gray darkness had taken hold and droplets of water were falling. "This is..."
"Divine Healing Water in the form of rain? No magic circle either," Emperor Toru remarked. "Now that is impressive."
However…
