“Since you appeared in front of Kotone, Kotone has been talking about you all the time!
And that’s not all! Whenever she wakes up in the morning and before she goes to bed at night, she always gets down on her knees in the direction of your house!”
“What, you want me to tell her to stop doing that?”
“No! No! Why would a horse-bone like you be able to monopolize the heart of Lady Kotone? (again, horse-bone is someone of dubious origin)”
Kotone has many fine masters wooing her. But she doesn’t care!”
“Do you know that?”
“In the first place, a horse-bone like you has no business talking to Kotone! If you understand, stay away from Kotone.”
Tomoe throws me off roughly.
“Good. This is the last warning! If you break it, my sword will not stand idly!”
She twists her waist and shows me the two swords she is carrying.
One is a bamboo sword and the other was a handmade wooden sword.
“Hey, wait a minute. What’s with the wooden sword?”
I suddenly jump on her waist, which makes her jump with fright.
“What? This wooden sword was bought at ……!”
“Hmmm. Hmmm… I didn’t know that the purchasing department sold such poor quality goods.”
I continue to look through the rubble.
“If that’s the case, whoever made it and whoever uses it, it will never improve.”
“What are you talking about? And what are you doing?”
“Just wait a minute.”
Oh, I find some Ogrewood. It’s not quite as good, but it’ll do.
I find a good length of Ogrewood, so I cut it with the Great Knife of the Wild Boar.
Tomoe gives me a strange look, as if she has just encountered a monster whose name she didn’t know and who is also creepy.
“What the heck is …… really going on here, you ……?”
Due to the various bonuses, it is easier to wield than conventional wooden swords, and has a higher attack power.
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I say , “Come on, use it.” Tomoe takes the wooden sword of Ogrewood in her hands with hesitation.
She takes the eastern sword stance and swings it down a couple of times from the top of her head.
“What an easy swing ……! It’s like it’s part of my body. ……!”
“Isn’t that right?” I said, and Tomoe waves away her admiration as if ashamed of it.
“It’s easy to swing, so what? The power of the sword is what matters!”
“I see. Well then, try swinging it at this rock.”
I point to a waist-high rock right in front of me.
Tomoe laughs and says, “Ha!”
“You’re mistaking a wooden sword for a hammer or something! A rock will bounce off the weapon even if you’re serious! A wooden sword like this will just break!”
“I see. Well then, try to break it.”
When I say provocatively, Tomoe takes a stance in front of the rock
“You! You think I’m a powerless woman! I’ve broken countless pieces of wood like this, as well as the bones of those who courted Kotone.”
“Nnnn!” The wooden sword is swung with a lot of energy, and successfully cuts through the center of the rock.
However, the wooden sword is not damaged at all.
Eventually, a crack appears on the rock.
Tomoe’s eyes are wide open as the rock parts with a bang.