The Extreme Special Soldier's left hand, hovering in front of its body, slowly reached towards its back.
With a squeal, the dull, lusterless black hilt was drawn out bit by bit, now horizontal at its side.
What was it doing!
People watched as the Extreme Special Soldier's right hand also rested on the sword hilt, both hands clasping it together and then suddenly lifting it high, raising the blunt-edged Heavy Sword above its head.
That posture was strikingly similar to that of an executioner on the precipice of delivering a deathblow in ancient times!
The black Mecha Body held the sword of the same color aloft, looking down at the beheaded Mecha Body kneeling at its feet.
With its head already gone, what more could be done?
"He wouldn't be…"
"Looking to dismember the Sky-splitting bird, right?"
"The Mechanical Master inside… Oh God!"
"Such a cruel Mechanical Master."
