Seo just looked down at the severed limb, blinked once, then looked back up.
And smiled.
It wasn't shock.
It wasn't pain.
Just that same, unreadable amusement dancing behind his eyes.
Jin kept Muramasa angled in front of him, breath slow and even. His blade had struck—cleanly, too. But there'd been no blood. No twitch of pain. Just the quiet squelch of something separating and the soft thud of a hand hitting the ground.
Seo wiggled the fingers on his remaining hand. Then he laughed, low and easy.
"That's interesting," he said, tilting his head. "Really—how'd you do that? No skill glow. No aura spike. You just cut. Like it was real."
Jin didn't answer. He watched.
"Ahh, the silent type. Classic," Seo murmured. "You remind me of someone. But don't worry, they're dead now."
The hand on the ground twitched.
Jin's eyes flicked to it. Fast.
