Tou had taken punches before. Fights between young magi weren't exactly rare, especially among arrogant students who liked showing off their abilities.
But this felt completely different.
It didn't feel like he had just been punched by someone his age, much less someone who was meant to be nothing but a weakling.
It felt like he had been struck by a hard rock.
But it wasn't over.
Not even close.
Noah was still gripping his wrist.
Tou felt the crushing pressure around the bones of his hand and forearm, the grip as immovable as iron shackles. The pain from his broken wrist throbbed violently, making sweat pour down his forehead.
He tried to yank his arm free.
His body twisted, his shoulder pulling back as hard as he could.
But Noah's grip didn't move even a single inch.
It was like trying to pull away from a steel vice.
Panic crept into Tou's chest as he struggled uselessly against the hold. His breathing grew heavier as he realized the terrifying truth.
