"What have you done to him?
His right hand from the wrist is missing, all his fingernails on the other hand and on both legs are gone, and what's with this ice bag on his head?"
She shouted in terror.
That was the first time for the girls, and for me too, seeing him like that. He informed us that he was torturing people, but this was something that I didn't expect. I expected more from him, more blood and gore, but this looked simpler.
Even though I am saying this, I felt a little uneasiness in that room. Maybe I am not that tough. The baldie's right hand was covered with a cloth, fully red in color and wet from the flowing blood.
The floor around him was full of blood. I think he lost a lot of blood, and the nails were also there, a total of twenty.
"Ken, isn't that Tomiko's grandkid's name?" my grandpa asked Grandpa Genji.
"Yes, I think the troublemaker brought another trouble for his grandpa."
Grandpa Genji said that and let out a sigh.
"Satoru, explain what's going on."
His grandpa shouted.
Satoru explained what happened yesterday and continued that the baldie gave off the vibes of a secret organization member and seemed very suspicious to him. That was the first time I saw him speak politely to his grandpa.
"Sakutarou!
Is this how you raise your grandkids?
See what he did to my grandchild! Did you teach him to attack anyone who seemed suspicious?"
The old lady said with tears rolling down her eyes.
"What are you talking about?
I was raised perfectly. It was you who didn't do a good job raising him. Do you know what he had done?
And I didn't think of torturing him. I just brought him here to interrogate him, but I found a hunting knife made of Kionium. That's when I decided it was okay to torture him."
He answered calmly.
"Where's the proof saying that it is his knife? And how can you say that it is a knife made of Kionium? You can't even infuse your Ki if it isn't your knife, which makes it just another normal knife for others."
She asked with an agitated voice.
He started with a deep sigh.
"Hoo... I never thought you would ask these questions, but I am a blacksmith, so I know the difference between normal knives and Kionium ones."
He continued speaking while unsheathing the knife.
"Look here. This is a Bowie knife. Bowie knives are divided into compact and standard. A compact knife has a blade length of five to seven inches, and standard Bowie knives have a blade length of seven to ten inches. But this has an even smaller blade length, which is about four inches, and a handle of four inches.
"So, this makes it a custom-made knife. The handle is quite strong, and looking at the blade, it is finely crafted, with a sharp edge and a good curve. The combination of the Kionium and the steel was also mixed perfectly without any mistakes, or else the blade would have cracks. Nice work for an unknown blacksmith."
He brought the blade closer to his eyes and examined it.
"You wanted proof, right?
This blade was made at the famous 'Kurogane Edge.' It has the logo of the shop. Here I thought this fine blade was made by an unrecognized blacksmith. Which region is he from?"
He asked, looking at me.
"Chugoku."
I answered him.
"Ask our people in the Chugoku Branch to investigate at Kurogane Edge's Chugoku branch whether someone ordered it. Send a photo of this knife and this guy there. If it isn't him, ask about the one who ordered it, then find that man and interrogate him. We will have our answer."
"Even if what you said is correct, there was no need for you to kill him, and he didn't even attack anyone with that, right?"
She said while crying.
"Look here, old hag. We are here to protect the people, not hurt them for small reasons. And he's not dead, he's just unconscious. I think you missed that because you were too surprised. You can take him with you, as I am done with him."
Satoru said this while looking at the bald guy as if he were trash.
Our grandpas' faces were glowing for some reason and were looking at Satoru proudly. Akiko's face was glowing even under these circumstances, though there was some uneasiness in her due to the surroundings, and Keiko's face was still the same poker face as always.
The other three were sweating like crazy, and the old lady shouted while removing the restraints on her grandson.
"Where is the hand?
I don't see it here anywhere!"
"Oh, it's with me."
He said it, put his hand into his apron pocket, and took it out.
The bald guy's right hand.
Then he caught it with both hands, lifted it up, and showed it as if it were a WWE championship belt.
For that, my grandpa told him to stop playing with it like that and give it to her properly.
The elders then asked us to leave.
When we turned around, one of the kids had fallen down, another one was throwing up, and the bulldozer was standing like a statue.
The four of us came out of the room.
I didn't understand what to say to him after seeing what had happened inside. It was awkward.
Even Akiko, who is always cheerful, seemed to be at a loss for words.
But the silence was broken by Satoru.
He asked us to wait at the reception, as he needed some time to clean himself up.