"..." I look at Sayuri with a horrified gaze, her long black hair and red eyes remind me of the day when she coldly killed me without any mercy, cutting off my head.
Just seeing her here, my body starts to tremble as if from some kind of trauma caused by my first death she is terrifying, and her aura is extremely heavy.
Just looking at her makes it clear that I am trillions of times weaker, even more than can be calculated or said. Her black dress accentuates her body, but it's not like I have time to look at her body.
My fear far exceeds what I feel, she is terrifying. I think it's precisely the fear of death that everyone feels when facing her metaphorically, but in my case, I'm physically in front of her.
"You've become quite bold, Shizune, forcing me to come here just to display your lust like a whore," Sayuri snaps her fingers and the slime inside me disappears, but the environment also changes slightly, and the ritual circle I made begins to break.
