The Branded Female Fencer

Rejuvenation, speed that you can't keep up with even getting a full season reaction speed, a blow without a preliminary motion poking at the void. The old woman, who realized it was a fatal wound, held the knife in as she spit blood.

"Hedneka, you betray me."

"I'm sorry, aunts. It's like it's my turn to be there. So I have to go."

Forced to pull out the knife, Hedneka kicks the elder. With a face wet in return blood, let's go.

"What do you mean you betray it? The Silver Clan's mission is to live forever to protect this continent and eliminate its enemies, right? And make a turn with the man you like and entrust the role to the next generation. Princess Saurka did not do anything to make a turn because she was the only one, and Sister Plateca, on the contrary, loved humans until her power was gone. Sister Plateca has a strong influence, and we may all have forgotten, but even humans are doomed if they have to, right?

It's not like I destroyed a human, is it? Shall we hit it and do that muscle Dharma?

"Don't lick it, Haedneca! We were warriors close to the apex in each era! You think you're gonna be the one who just skipped training!

Wind Dance Heptathlon, Wind Piercing Bullet!

"Eight Shapes of Flaming Dance, Flaming Spear Rain"

"Six Shapes of Ground Dance, Beast Claw Rubble"

The dance used by the elders strikes Haedneca. All of them are a family of silver, dancing close to the apex. Sharp stretched wind bullets, rain of flaming spears, sharp earth claws gushing from the ground. Hedneka waited slowly for the attack to strike, and deviated with a knife, hitting each other, almost motionless.

Its vibrant array, stunned elders.

"What is that..."

"That's the way to behave."

"The war princess development plan is too tough for you. Let's get into these attacks. Let's do this, yeah. You said you built on the experience of the first war princesses, but that wasn't the right answer to everything, was it?

"Well, aren't you the first princesses of war? It surpasses the rules of thumb of the warrior princesses who crossed the border with the demons and the ancient dragons."

"So he said that's not everything. I wonder why you think the first war princesses are the strongest and the next generation is a degenerate product? Nothing. I can be stronger than the first war princesses, right?

As a matter of fact, even Sister Plateca was born a little different from Princess Sorca, but what happened was after the battle with the demons ended. "

To the pressure of Haedneca, the elders slipping back. And Haedneca pounded, flying lightly on the spot.

"So, Aunties, I'm going now, right? If I disturb you, die?

"Why don't you! At least you'll just stop!

"Can you? Me, I've never really fought before, but you're strong, aren't you? Uh, eleven forms of wind dance, wind roar - was it?

As Haedneca drew a circle with her hands together, she took in the elders who had formed a vortex of the whirlpool and tried to head into it. In it the wind (afterwards) devours the elders.

"Then, stupid! Using more than ten dances!?

"That was only used by the strongest users of each dancer, among the first princesses of war!

"Since the first princess of war, who hasn't had a single user, what have you done?"

"Uh, 'cause you can use what you can, and no. More importantly, you remember my character as a princess of war, don't you?

"... no way"

One of the elders remembers. Haedneca was not good at every dance, neither inherent nor danceable. But all the basic dances in its place could have been used.

Still, it was at first sight among the princesses of war that Hedneka was chosen for her great excellence in basic physical and martial arts and for the most beautiful form of dance, hence for the dancers of souls and devotions that were performed regularly, as long as she was awake.

But suppose he deliberately pretended not to be able to use complicated dances in order to be able to use all the basic dances - when the elders trembled in fear, the fear soon took shape.

"Twelve forms of water dance, madness, and thirteen forms of flame dance, immortal bird burial!

A giant water snake and a flaming bird attacked me dancing wildly in the wind.

"Haednekaaaaaa!"

"Lick it. Oh!

After a severe shock, Hedneka waited for the universe to creep and flush through the shock waves. I buried them all together. It was handy, but shortly afterwards the spear of the wind flew in again and broke Haedneca's cheek.

Haedneca guessed what had happened. The elders kicked the back of their former companion and hit the dance. Any unhesitant choice. Naturally, the elders who were there before would be aware of it. This is how the original princess of war fought. It is the main demonstration of the killing machine, said to devour the opponent's throat whistle even when it is one neck.

Haedneca took off her coat as she licked the blood under her tongue.

"I don't think so. Me, this might be the most fun I've ever had in my life."

Hedneka kicked the ground again and went toward the elders.

Continued