63 Villain, Take the Express Train to Hell (3)

Clang!

Instead of the sound of something being cut, a sharp noise like metal striking metal rang through the carriage.

Imina stood before me, blocking the crew member’s arms with her own crossed arms.

“Team Leader!”

“I feel like I’ve gotten younger~. Having to block something like this with both arms~.”

Her skin hadn’t been cut by the blade, and she wasn’t bleeding, but Imina, holding back the attack, furrowed her brow.

Seeing this, the crew member’s pupils swelled to an enormous size, and sticky drool streamed from its mouth, stretched open as if it might split apart.

“You’ve gotten weaker, you’ve gotten weaker, you’ve gotten weaker, you’ve gotten weaker, you’ve gotten weaker, you’ve gotten weaker, you’ve gotten weaker.”

“I know, right? If I had my way, I’d make sure you could never run again.”

To prove that she wasn’t gaining the upper hand in the contest of strength, Imina’s feet began sliding backward little by little...