The vendor looked at the fierce eyes of the Sword God, a drop of sweat ran through his face, and he was petrified of the precarious situation he was in.
"C-Customer?!"
The merchant closed his eyes as the sword passed through him, unable to react to the swing of the blade, but to his surprise, it didn't seem to have cut his head off. More so he didn't feel any pain.
However, he felt a cold-like liquid dripping over his neck.
Slowly, he opened his left eye just enough to see a hint of vision of the God of Sword standing right in front of him, eye to eye, the pupils of both individuals met in parallel to the other.
'H-Huh...? W-What's happening...?'
The merchant questioned to himself not knowing what just transpired in that instant.
"You must be confused right now, Vendor-san. But, don't be afraid, I, the God of Sword swear to leave you unharmed."
Takemi whispered, his breathing was as steady as he lay in wait.
However doubtful the merchant was of his sudden approach, he had no choice but to trust his words.
He took a big gulp in suspense of the situation that his voice started to squeak in a low terrified manner.
"A-alright…"
Upon hearing his answer, Takemi looked to the side of his neck where he cut it.
'Just as I suspected…'
He thought to himself as he saw black ink dripping over the severed neck of the vendor.
'His neck has already been severed yet the body is still alive and fully operational.'
The ink-like fluid floating between the end of the merchant's severed neck steadily attaches itself from the rest of the vendor's body.
"I apologize for what's to come next, Vendor-san."
Takemi sincerely apologizes as he looks over the regenerating severed neck.
Swiftly, he switches his stance, lowering his body enough to slide his right leg over to trip him.
'Wha--'
In a flash, the vendor's line of sight suddenly shifted upwards as he fell over headfirst, dragging along his cart which was filled with his special brewed wine.
However, before the cart falls over along with him, dragging it with his right arm. Takemi swung over his blade once again cutting off only the merchant's right hand which was still holding the carts pulling the wooden handle wrapped in a cold metal sheet.
*SLASH*
After cutting it off, he quickly withdrew his blade, lowering his body even further, preparing to lunge with an uprising kick as he turned his body in full rotation.
With all the series of events, the merchant was completely baffled as his vision headed toward the cold pavement.
There he saw a shadow closing over where he was about to land. As he turned his gaze slightly to his side, he saw the bottom of a straw sandal of Takemi along with the wearer's unhindered foot that was about to collide with him.
Upon contact, the merchant was sent flying up in the air, surpassing Ushiwa in both distance and height, leaving a wind of dust.
'GAAH?!'
The vendor vomited a handful of saliva as he got kicked right in the side of his rib cage.
'I… can't… breath…'
His vision started to become blurry, with his eyes rolling over to the other side. He was rendered unconscious with a single brute force attack from the God of Sword.