Imagine if you knew someone that was fucking a hog. like, an actual wild hog. the kind you hunt.
That's how Sumiko sees human/yokai relationships, basically.
Actually, blocking punches with the forehead's a great way to prevent more damage. The forehead's the hardest part of the body, and if you angle it right and interrupt their blow before it gets momentum, you can like-stuff out the attack.
But it still hurts, and if you fuck up you're kinda boned.
The idea of her just having this massive field of psychic fear influence is so fucking cool.
This manga's doing a shockingly good job of making Nighthawk a fuckin' badass when she...
Is Who She Is.
What if he just fucking dies.
What if next chapter they're all standing around Yujiro's body, as blood slowly oozes around the impact area, and the machine stands flat against the ground where his head used to be.
"...Well, fuck."
"Why did I agree to do this."
"I need to call my corpse-cleaners."
I know this is historical.
But man, putting it into a narrative is hilarious.
Some of the greatest men in history were just really fucking lucky. same with Alexander The Great.