"Yo, you're awake. How does it feel to have died once?"
When Yagyū Jubei awoke again, she hadn't even opened her eyes before she heard this question.
Upon hearing those words, Miss Sword Master suddenly regained her awareness. She remembered that piercing pain, the irretrievable loss of life force, and the fear and despair as death gradually approached.
She immediately reached out to cover her chest, panting heavily in a bit of panic.
However, the expected pain in her chest did not arrive. Instead, her hand felt the strong heartbeat, the rhythm of life.
Yagyū Jubei was quite puzzled by this.
What's going on? Wasn't I stabbed in the back by my junior disciple and died?
Miss Sword Master was very confused. She even directly pulled open her chest's lapel to look inside, but all she saw was snowy white skin and a valley that could contain everything.
The junior disciple's backstab seemed just like an illusion now, as not a single scar remained.
