Carvings of clock hands and gears are scratched all throughout the blade's surface, mudding what could've been a pristine blade.
A pocketwatch clockface is embedded right where the handle and blade would meat. You only now notice that it's making a ticking sound as well. As if deep inside of it, it's keeping track of time for whatever reason.
"I'm scared." No one seems to hear him whispering to himself but you. "I want to drop this already. I don't deserve this blade. B-but I have to do this. W-we don't have enough time for me to hesitate."
The meat wall is still holding firm despite the amount of damage being done. You get Maruyama's attempt with one simple sentence.
"You can do it."
His gaze snaps over to you and that's all it takes for him to finally move. He pushes past you and immediately thrusts his katana into one of the deeper incisions your group has made. His blade's no better at cutting it than Benedict's but once most of the blade has sunk into an incision on the wall...
https://youtu.be/VpFMwXjKmE0?si=XU-WCWSKIvWHUzcP - MARUYAMA'S PARADIGM
An incomprehensible mess of clock chimes and ticking blares throughout the whole staircase. The wall of meat in front of you begins to immediately slog and decay away as if it was left in the blazing hot sun for months, years, or even decades. Blackened sludge begins to pool at your group's shoes.
Just as quickly as it happens, it stops when he pulls his blade out and immediately sheaths it before he rips his headband off to stuff back into his suitcase. His hands are trembling from what he just did.
>-1 MAX RESTRAINT FROM HANDBAND REMOVAL!>-1 RESTRAINT TO MARUYAMA! 3/4 LEFT!>BLADE OF A SORROWFUL MEMORY ABILITY REVEALED: TIME ACCELERATION! (When used to attack something, it rapidly ages. Flesh slogs into blackened sludge, stone crumbles, metal rusts, etc. Naturally does extra FLESH damage.)Those few seconds were enough to make the process of destroying the wall trivial for you and the two chefs. With one final chop from Benedict, the office's front entrance is now wide open. The allies guarding the rear turn back to notice you managed to destroy the wall THAT quickly without them noticing.
"The hell?" "Huh?" "Move! No time for questions!" All seven of you promptly flood into the office now that the way is revealed.
The office you find yourself in is coated in thick layers of flesh and sinew, covering up most of the furniture and decorations in the room. Two flesh covered couches and a flesh-covered coffee table sits in the middle of the room between you and the Owner. The only thing left uncorrupted is the desk at the end of the room where the Club Owner is sitting behind.
His bright neon pinkish-red eyes are wide with shock. He stands up from his office chair with obvious struggle due to how fucking obese this man in. He has to be at least 400 pounds if not more. His balding black hair is slicked back in a vain attempt to cover a bald spot.
