Chapter 75: v4c18

Almark and Gizarte face each other with their swords at the ready.

They are still far enough away from each other that their swords can reach each other, but they stopped there and did not further close the distance between them.

　The reason for this is clear to Gizarte.

　They both know that it is dangerous to get closer than that.

The true essence of Gizarte's swordsmanship lies in the speed of his step.

After slowly approaching to the edge of the gap, he instantly accelerates to the maximum speed. He slashes at the opponent as he dives into his opponent's bosom.

Ghisarte believes that the feature of Almark's swordsmanship is his sharpness. As shown in the fight just now, by seeing through the opponent's attack and dodging just in time, the subsequent counterattack is terribly slick.

If Almark gets any closer and Gizarte gets in between, Gizarte can step in and reduce that gap instantly to nothing.

Conversely, if Gizarte himself gets any closer, Almark will step in at the same time, and he will be attacked before he can take advantage of Gizarte's speed in stepping in.

　Although their respective specialties are slightly different, each side measures the distance slowly, trying to keep the other side out of the gap.

Neither of them can make a clear decision.

　For a while, they continued to silently measure the distance.

However, it was clear that a long battle would put Guizarte at a disadvantage.

　(My men had already been wiped out, and there were no reinforcements.)

(On the other hand, Almark at least had that mysterious magician on his side.)

(It would be impossible to deal with the magician while dealing with Almark.)

　Gizarte calmly judges.

(Then, I can't take my time like this.)

(The only way is to change the way of fighting.0

(Let's try .......)

　With a thud, Guizarte crossed the gap.

　

The way they closed the distance with such impudence that one wonders what all the delicate measuring of distance until now was all about.

He reveals himself to Almark.

Almark immediately steps forward and strikes with a sword, but there is a slight momentary pause as Gizarte suddenly moves forward.

(Nice)

　Guizarte jumped back.

　(That's where I took my distance.)

　Gizarte stepped forward at once.

From Almark's point of view, it must have felt as if he had already jumped into the bosom at the moment he thought Gizarte had pulled back.

(I am better at tactics than he  has.)

(　I got it.)

A tremendous speed strike is launched from Gizarte's right hand. It was far faster than Delan's whirlwind axe slash earlier.

The strike, which gave him the certainty of victory, was intercepted with a high-pitched metallic sound.

"Nah!"

　A voice came out unintentionally. Almark's long sword was just barely blocking Gizarte's sword.

　The distance between them was so tight that they were within breathing distance of each other.

He could clearly see each and every facial expression muscle on Almark's face, even the hairs on his skin.

　A moment later,  his eyes met Almark's.

In the next instant, the two jumped away from each other and took a short pause.

　Looking into Almark's eyes, Ghisarte knew.

　He was not timid at all.

　There was no anger or fear in his eyes.

However, whether he was genuinely enjoying the battle like Deran, or not, it was not the same.

　(Those eyes looked as if they were so ......)

Suddenly, this time Almark stepped in without hesitation.

Guizarte's reaction was slightly delayed.

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He barely catches the powerful strike.

　Just as he thought he had received the blow, Almark's sword bounced, aiming for Gizarte's neck. Just in time to dodge it, a slash aimed at his shoulder came at him from a different angle this time.

(Don't get too cocky.)

While receiving it with his sword, he closed the distance and violently collided his body with it.

　The difference in physique between an adult and a child.

　Almark was unable to resist and was sent flying backward.

　If he had fallen down with it, it would have been cute, but Almark quickly regained his stance.

　Although blood was flowing from his mouth, he had not lost any light in his eyes.

　Gizarte retracted the sword he was about to use to follow up on the attack and moved in for another pause.

"What a cute little kid!"

　The words came out of his mouth unintentionally.

　Almark, with the same strange look in his eyes as before, slowly closes the gap between the two.

　(Damn him.)

　Gizarte's heart was filled with venom.

Survival is really a hard task.

Those who live everyday as a matter of course don't understand it.

Gizarte gathers up all the strength remaining in his body.

It is not enough to stay calm.

He must let his instincts take over, or he will not be able to keep up with his actions.

“You little brat!"

　He shouted, closing the distance at once. This time the timing was perfect. hE got into Armark's bosom, and delivered a killing blow to his neck.

　He had won.

This time, he caught it more firmly than before.

"Why the hell are you catching it, you son of a bitch!"

　He jumped back while shouting.

"I learned that earlier."

　Gizarte's eyes widen at Almark's words.

　Almark closes the gap at once. He stepped forward quickly.

The first and second blows were barely taken. The third blow, HE had a feeling that even HE could not catch it.

　Almark's slash was that strong.

Gizarte, who had been deeply wounded in the chest, finally came to the realization that he had never had such an attack before and that he would not be able to take it.

　He had never experienced anything like that, so his thoughts did not immediately go to that point.

　The way Almark looked at Gizarte after the battle started.

　Yes, that's right.

　It was like.

　It was like a student taking a class.

　(To this guy, I am .......)

　Gizarte recalled Almark's words earlier.

"Gizarte, the mercenary. I beat you with respect."

　It was a living lesson in mercenaries.

Almark's return strike slices Gizarte even more.

(Come on, genius swordsman.)

　Gizarte thought.

　(No matter how strong you are, no matter how gifted you are, you're still will go to hell.)

At the last moment, Gizarte sensed that he was smiling.

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