"Just because you're skinny doesn't mean you're weak, does it?"
She wipes away a tear and looks straight at me.
"Yes, it does. But it doesn't matter why. It's just the fact that you're weaker than me. Can't you tell Ricca to stop? I gave up on life when I became a slave, so I don't have a choice, but you don't have to get involved either."
"Then as long as you're stronger than Shannon, it's all good, right? And I can't just leave a beautiful woman like you in tears."
"Shut up! I'm not crying! You don't understand. I'm ...... ...... Oh my God! I'm going to show you the difference in strength in a minute."
What would you do if you saw a woman crying in front of you?
There's only one answer to that question, and you don't have to ask anyone.
If there is anything you can do, help her.
There is no other choice.
"Mr. Ricca, I'm going to rip you to pieces, is that okay?"
Yes, of course. I'll take a few bruises. The rules are unlimited. Shannon won't give up so easily. Of course, you can't get hurt to death, but you can do anything you want to make your opponent admit defeat.
Both of them pick up their wooden swords for the training ground.
Shannon's stance was seamless, yet graceful, as if she were looking at a painting.
She must have been working very hard.
"You're not going to quit, are you? I'm stronger than you."
"Of course you are. I'm stronger than you.
The air became tense. Shannon's face was serious, a far cry from the tearful look she had on her face a moment before.
"Let's go!"
Shannon stepped into the air and was moving to my side in an instant.
I see. She moves pretty well. She just didn't take the right step. Is she hesitant to win? No, it's like she's subconsciously hesitating to attack someone.
I see. He's strong, but he doesn't know how to use his power.
So his fear of overkill has dulled his sword.
We need to start teaching him to use his strength more.
In the midst of the exchange, I meet Shannon's eyes. There was a darkness without light.
I see. All my life I've been blaming myself for the deaths of people I've avoided and lost for no good reason.
Shannon's sword was so beautiful and honest.
She must have swung it thousands and thousands of times. Her movements were precise and fast, and she hit the target with precision.
But that was all.
"See, that's what happens when you attack here. It moves this way. Then, you see, your feet are in danger."
He intentionally tells them of their weak points with pauses and feints.
A sword that is too clean can be read too easily.
"This is the end. Shannon."
I flicked Shannon's sword away from her with all my might, and drove it into her neck.
"Now you know what you're made of, don't you?"
"No, I haven't lost yet. If I admit defeat, it means you will die. That's why I can't lose.
Shannon yells, and now she's going to get physical.
Lucky's cry sent Shannon into a deep pit of fear and made her fall backwards onto her buttocks.
The ground cracks and a flying bird demon falls from the sky.
"Fe...... Fenrir is ...... such an impossibility......."
Shannon's face is completely drawn with fear and her back teeth are chattering as if she has forgotten how to cry. The ground on which Shannon sat was slowly changing color.
"Lucky ......"
----buffuh? ----
"Don't pretend to be a dog."
Lucky's burst of magic shook the earth, though only for a moment.
I looked at Ricca, and for some reason she was staring at me. She said I could do whatever I wanted, but not Fenrir?