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"Drip, drip, drip …"

Fresh blood dripped from the corner of his clothes, gradually forming a line as large amounts of it flowed out. Taking out the sharp Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi s, Izmi's corpse fell onto the ground in confusion.

How many people could understand the feeling of personally killing their own teacher?

However, he had to do this.

If Izmi didn't die