"I'm just a traditional craftsman"

"You can't just say things like that. In terms of body structure, you're the ones who aren't human."

As Ming verbally sparred with the Yamata no Orochi, he handed over the froglets to Alice, shooting her a meaningful glance. She comprehended the silent message and promptly retreated.

In this crucial moment, only Mike remained at his side.  With the evil defense unbroken, more people would only be useless and would even get in the way. But Mike was different, he could taunt.

"Of course, I'm not human."

The Yamata no Orochi lifted its nine heads in a display of arrogance, speaking in harmonious unison, "I am an ancient deity."

Ming laughed, "Did you also brag like this when you were in prison?"

"Hmm~ I'm rather intrigued."

The nine heads of the Yamata no Orochi leaned in concert, their focus on Ming, casting sidelong glances at the man burdened with the massive blade. "Look at him, he's already trembling in fear of my divine might."