Yoru stood before you, her face a mask of indifference, the chill in her gaze sending shivers down your spine. The scar etched beneath her left cheek drew your attention, a stark reminder that this was no longer the Asa you once knew. The once-familiar warmth in her eyes had been replaced by a cold, calculating intensity that made your heart race with unease.

She stepped closer, her hand descending to rest on your head with an unexpected weight. It felt as if the world around you had shifted, the air thickening with tension. You could feel the pulse of her anger radiating through her fingertips, a tangible force that made it hard to breathe.

“Spinal cord sword,” she said, her voice low and steady, but there was an edge to it, a sharpness that cut through the silence like a blade.

A heavy silence followed, leaving Yoru momentarily stunned. Her brows knitted together in frustration as she tightened her grip on your head, anger radiating from her. You could see the muscles in her jaw clench, the way her lips pressed into a thin line, as if she were trying to contain a storm brewing within her.

“Spinal cord sword, Spinal cord sword!!” she yelled, her teeth clenched in fury. The words echoed in the stillness, reverberating off the walls of the dimly lit room, each syllable laced with a mix of confusion and rage. It was as if she were trying to summon something from the depths of her memory, a forgotten truth that clawed at the edges of her consciousness.

You could feel the heat of her anger, a palpable force that made the air crackle with tension. It was a stark contrast to the icy demeanor she had worn moments before. The Yoru you once knew, the one who laughed easily and shared secrets under the stars, seemed to be buried beneath layers of pain and resentment