Kansha did not have his penis anymore. I tore it apart. But that seemed too little of a punishment to me.
"Revert."
It was not me who reverted, but Kansha, precisely, only his stick.
The stick grew again and stood erect. Erect? Why? Wasn't he unconscious now? So why was he erect?
Well, that was none of my business.
Again, the golden thread emerged from the tip of my index finger and wrapped itself around Kansha's body.
"Slow lift."