[But what's this? Said armored grunts are suddenly and mercilessly sliced to bits, accompanied by the noticeable whistling of a blade! It's very strange because there's no such weapon in sight, until the hostiles just fall apart to clear the view.]



[All that's left standing afterwards is a mystery man in a blue coat, who sheathes his katana behind him. He scans his surroundings, looking rather disappointed...]

...So, they've left. What a waste of my time.