Seiken Tsukai no World Break - Volume 02 by Akamitsu Awamura

Author:Akamitsu Awamura [Akamitsu Awamura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-24T16:00:00+00:00

In his grip, a strong, white light shone.

“Come, Saratiga!”

The metal plate immediately responded, changing colour like red hot iron, stretching like toffee.

It formed a familiar grip, a refined pommel, and an uncouth steel blade.

It still didn’t compare with the holy sword the Flaga wielded, but the steadily improving favoured sword was manifested.

Taking up their favoured weapons, that was the signal.

Moroha and the woman charged, and collided.

The first strike was Moroha’s, the prana coated sword drawing out a bright white diagonal.

The woman blocked with the left blade.

Simultaneously, her movements flowing together, the opposite sword slashed upwards.

The blade, coated in the woman’s prana, left a straight line of emerald green in the darkness.

Moroha back-stepped without a moment’s delay and tried to dodge, but a line split open on the chest of his uniform.

What sharp prana!

He should have seen and dodged it, but just the wake of it was enough to cut.

“She really is strong… No worse than Isurugi-senpai.”

From that single exchange, Moroha had a read on her strength.

It was a vivid reminder of the king of the monsters, extolled even among the Japanese branch, far beyond a student.

The decision was instant. Moroha took several more steps back and deliberately took some distance.

He changed his hold on the sword.

A single sword in the right hand, his right foot slightly forward, his chest forward in pride, it was a peculiar stance.

He looked widely as if to capture everything, not just one, as he awaited his opponent’s move.

The woman slouched her stance forward slightly, and waved the right blade, as if in invitation.

He wouldn’t fall for such a cheap provocation.

This fight, this opponent, was not something he could leave to chance.

Relying on force would be the end, he would be cut down without even a chance to regret.

That was right.

After learning Ancestral Arts for a mere two months, Moroha’s battle sense was already at the level of a veteran.

Moroha’s breath was shallow, sharp, he was drawn to the limit.

It was as if all of his cells had changed, and he was changed into a creature born for battle.

Perhaps the woman felt it, her sword tip twitched.

Truly, this woman wasn’t normal either.

She changed stance as if straightening herself.

She held her double-headed sword horizontally, her feet equally spread about her centre of gravity, it was a symmetrical stance.

With a light sound, the double-headed sword separated into two.

The woman hefted one blade on both sides of her, her combat style changing.

“She’s coming…”

Just as Moroha felt that presence, the woman sliced forwards.

It was a fierce attack, with no thought for defence.

Right sword. Left sword. Right sword. Left sword. Right, right, left, right, left, right, right, left, left, right, both together…!

It was a relentless consecutive attack with no room to breathe.

Moroha held them all off with one sword.

As if his right hand were a precision machine, without a single wasted movement, he blocked, turned them aside and parried.

The simultaneous attack from both sides, ending the combo, he evaded with a large leap backwards.

The woman wasn’t going to let him escape and immediately pursued him.

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