Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark and Gizarte face each other with their swords.

It's still a long way before each other's swords arrive, but they don't stop there and fill any further distances.

The reason is obvious to Gizalte.

Because we both know it's dangerous to get closer than that.

The true peak of Gizarte's sword moves is the speed with which he stepped in.

Walk as slowly as you can, then accelerate to maximum speed in an instant. I jumped into the opponent's pocket and slashed it.

Gizalte sees that Almark's swordsmanship is at its best. As shown in the previous battle, the opponent's attack is shredded to the last minute, making the subsequent counterattack terribly smooth.

If Almark comes any closer to Gizalte's time, Gizalte can set foot to zero in an instant.

Conversely, if Gizalte gets any closer to herself, Almark will step in at the same time and be attacked before Gizalte can take advantage of her tread speed.

Each good time is subtly different, but if you don't put the other in between, you measure the twist and distance.

It's hard to beat each other.

Measurement of silent distance continues for a while.

It was clear, however, that Gizalte would be at a disadvantage in the long run.

My men have already been wiped out and there is no reinforcement.

On the other hand, Almark has at least an ally with that unfamiliar sorcerer.

While dealing with him, the sorcerer's opponent is impossible.

Gizalte calmly judges.

Then I can't do such a long thing.

We have no choice but to change the way we fight.

... let's go.

And Gizarte crossed the time.

It was so reckless as to wonder what the delicate distance measurements had been so far.

Expose yourself in time for Almark.

Almark stepped in and shook a blade, but suddenly Gizalte's advance took a moment.

Sweet.

Gizalte did not fly back.

I took a distance there, yeah.

It's my distance.

Gizalte stepped in at once.

From Almark's point of view, the moment Gizalte pulled back, she felt like she was already in her pocket.

I'm better at running.

I got it.

An incredibly fast slash is released from Gizalte's right hand. It's much faster than Delan's whirlwind axe slashes earlier.

The blow, convinced of the victory, was hampered, however, by a high metal sound.

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There was an unexpected voice. Almark's dagger was ripping off Gizalte's sword.

The interval was clogged and we were at a breathtaking distance.

Gizalte was able to clearly see each of Almark's facial facial expression muscles, as well as hair growth on the skin.

At that moment, Almark and I met each other.

At the next moment, they didn't fly each other, they were in between.

Looking into Almark's eyes, Gizalte knew.

He's not cowardly at all.

There was no colour of anger or fear in his eyes.

But when it comes to enjoying the battle purely like Delane, it's not.

Those eyes are like, yes.....

Suddenly, Almark stepped in recklessly this time.

Gizalte's reaction is slightly delayed.

Barely catches intense slashing.

The moment I thought I had received it, Almark's sword moved like a bouncing sword, aiming for Gizarte's neck. Dodging it with a rip, the slash came from a different angle.

Don't get on your nerves.

Take it with your sword and hit your body hard at a distance.

Difference between adult and child physique.

Almark couldn't help but bounce backwards.

Even though it would still be cute if he fell, Almark immediately regained his posture.

Blood is flowing from his mouth, but no light has been lost in his eyes.

Gizalte pulls in the sword of her chase and takes time again.

He's a cute kid.

Unexpectedly, such a word comes out.

Almark's eyes twitched and tightened, as before, with a strange look.

Damn it.

Gizalte poisons herself.

Survival is really the task of breaking bones.

We don't know who's alive every day.

Gizalte mobilizes all the power left in her body.

Don't stay calm.

If you don't leave the part to your instincts, the reaction won't catch up.

"The kid!

Screaming, he filled the distance at once. The timing was perfect this time. While entering Almark's pocket, he caught a special slash on his neck.

I won.

Once again, Almark catches a slash that he is convinced of. This time it's stronger than before.

"Why are you taking it, damn it!!"

I didn't fly while screaming.

"I just learned."

Gizarte opens her eyes to Almark's words.

Almark got caught up at once. Step in fast.

The first and second shots were barely taken. I had a feeling I couldn't take the third hit myself.

So, Almark's slash was intense.

Gizalte, whose chest was cut deep, finally came to mind.

I didn't have that experience, so I didn't get there right away.

After the battle began, I saw Almark's Gizalte.

Yes, it is.

It's like that.

It was like a student in class.

For this guy, so am I.

Gizalte recalls what Almark said earlier.

"Mercenary Gizalte. I will defeat you with respect."

Learning about mercenaries was a living teaching material.

Almark's return slashes cut Gizalte even further.

Go, genius swordsman.

Gizalte thought.

No matter how strong you are, no matter how talented you are, it is the path of Shura that you follow.

At the last moment, Gizalte felt herself laughing.