Then, with a flick of his wrist, all the cosmetic items Charlie had grabbed earlier appeared between his fingers.

At the same time, the samurai were reaching them, with the handful leading the charge having their katanas raised in the air for a mean swing.

Yoshitaka was trembling with rage, but started backward, intent on hiding in the dressing room.

Even if the wooden door was not stopping the samurai's katana, he was sure that living one second longer was ideal.

However, as soon as he open