Bamboo-hatted Kim (before battle)

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... Mentor. What is this?

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I recognize these wounds. These are your techniques...!

You... how could you put your blade to our fellows!!

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Attempting to communicate seems futile.

Pitch-black flames lingered behind this man she called 'Bamboo-hatted Kim'. Her mentor...

Something had devoured him. There was something in his eyes...

Fiendish Malevolence.

I could definitely sense it. This was a Distortion.

Cease your beastly howls and talk to me, please! Say someth -

Oi! Don't get too close...!

...!

The Distortion unsheathed its blade in the blink of an eye. It sensed that something had entered its range.

That stance...! You're really going to kill -

G-get out of the way!

As Aeng-du stood there confused, Sinclair urgently hurled himself in her direction. And in that brief moment, the Distortion's blade descended upon them as though it bisected the very space they inhabited.

I surmise that Sinclair has entered the Distortion's range as well.

<We have no choice but to suppress it.>

We tensed up, sensing the changing atmosphere. We slowly raised our weapons.