While Koro carries on his explanation, Sizhui gives one last valiant pull on his arm in an attempt to free himself and— the rope breaks.
His gaze lifts, just long enough to watch Koro fall, then he slams his eyes shut, preparing for the worst, especially after the demon falls right on top of him. He curls into himself, readying, hoping it will be a swift, painless kill . . . and yet nothing happens. Tentatively, he cracks an eye open, glancing around, the other opening too once it dawns on him: Koro's protecting him from the jiangshi that's leaped down to attack.
He stares long and hard, trying to figure out why he's done this, but the longer he gawks, the more he realizes he doesn't understand and he probably shouldn't question it. Instead, he draws upon his qi to call his sword, hoping the weapon swooping across the jiangshi's back will be enough to stop the creature from attacking.
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His gaze lifts, just long enough to watch Koro fall, then he slams his eyes shut, preparing for the worst, especially after the demon falls right on top of him. He curls into himself, readying, hoping it will be a swift, painless kill . . . and yet nothing happens. Tentatively, he cracks an eye open, glancing around, the other opening too once it dawns on him: Koro's protecting him from the jiangshi that's leaped down to attack.
He stares long and hard, trying to figure out why he's done this, but the longer he gawks, the more he realizes he doesn't understand and he probably shouldn't question it. Instead, he draws upon his qi to call his sword, hoping the weapon swooping across the jiangshi's back will be enough to stop the creature from attacking.