Translator: SFBaka
The shop had a basement, or rather, an underground floor specialized for collecting motion data, and I and Col. Serena were set to engage in a spar in it.
âIâve been curious about your skills for a while. Weâve already fought side-by-side after all.â
âRight.â
On her part, Col. Serena just took off her military coat. I still wore my usual mercenary outfit, and both of us picked up practice swords made out of reinforced resin. The room itself functioned as a large motion scanner, and it seemed it was already recording Col. Serena and my every move, including the act of choosing practice swords for ourselves. In other words, recording our natural movements and habits apart from our motion data during combat would allow them to further reduce the sense of discomfort when wearing the custom-made armor.
âYou donât seem to be that interested in this spar?â
âI think anyone wouldnât like getting hurt you knowâ¦â¦â
I chose two practice swords of just the right length and weight. I then turned my attention to Col. Serena. Ah, mm. Sheâs definitely raring to go. Does she really find it fun to push me around with a practice sword?
âIf youâre already displaying an attitude like that before a match, youâd end up losing something perfectly winnable you know. You have to put more spirit into it-â
âAnd Iâm also reluctant to beat up a beautiful woman like you, Colonel Serena.â
â-Excuse me? You? Beating me up?â
âIâm sure itâll turn out like that.â
ââ¦â¦Thatâs some nerve you have. Now Iâm even more interested.â
Col. Serenaâs lips curled into a smile. Mm, it was a pretty aggressive smile. Oh, how scary.
Well, Col. Serena was really looking forward to kicking me around, so this match probably wonât go so smoothly. I definitely have no intention of going easy on her, and I donât intend to lose either. Unless Col. Serena turns out to be a lot more skilled than Mei, my win was basically assured.
âWell then, shall we begin?â
âOk. Please go easy on-â
Col. Serena made her move before I even finished talking. Or rather, sheâd already closed the distance between us and was already brandishing her practice sword above her shoulder with both hands.
âWhoah there.â
I blocked Col. Serenaâs swing by crossing my swords and used the force of the blow to jump back and gain some distance again. Itâs dangerous to clash head-on with an opponent who trumps you both in power and speed. If you take a series of powerful slashes that you canât parry that well, you wonât be able to escape the onslaught, and eventually, your defenses will crumble, and youâd end up spitting blood.
âAre you not going to attack?â
Col. Serena gave me a sharp glare while holding her sword aloft.
âItâs because Iâm actually a pacifist.â
âWhat an amusing joke.â
The moment after she said those words, Col. Serenaâs appearance suddenly turned into a blur for an instant. No, thatâs not it. She merely stepped in at a tremendous speed. We should have been separated by a distance of more than 10 meters, but she was already right in front of me. Yeah, thatâs not a speed that can be attained by a regular human, right? Enhanced nobles really are scary.
â-Kh!â
âHuph-!â
I held my breath and activated slow-motion perception, allowing me to avoid Col. Serenaâs slash by a hairâs breadth. I then quickly slashed her abdomen and right knee with my two swords. If this were a real battle, my attacks would have hacked her stomach open and severed her right leg below the knee.
âI see. How troublesome.â
Col. Serena jumped forward to take distance, turned around, and stroked her abdomen with her left hand.
âDo you still wanna go?â
âOf course. Iâll have you accompany me until Iâm satisfied.â
âUgh.â
Col. Serena smiled ferociously and brandished her sword again. Apparently, I really needed to accompany her until sheâs had enough.
âHere I go!â
Col. Serena closed the gap at a speed that made her entire body seem blurry again, but this time around, she didnât carelessly get too close and attacked from out of my range. Her earlier attacks were that of an aggressive style that aimed to blow away the opponentâs defense, but this time, her attacks were a flurry of blows that lacked the earlier power, but made up for it with sheer frequency. It was swordsmanship of finesse mixed with devious feints.
âMuh!?â
However, the more the attacks, the more gaps I can exploit. Normally, the sheer frequency of attacks would be enough to cover those gaps, but for me who can slow down my perception of time, piercing those gaps was all too easy.
âKuh, just why-!?â
It was just a slight gap between the rapid shower of attacks. But the moment I accurately pierced that gap, the colonelâs attacks lost their earlier momentum, and the tempo of attack and defense was eventually reversed. Once you focus more on defense to make up for the gap that was struck, you wonât be able to follow up with the next attack, and your rhythm will eventually get disrupted. Once that happens, the number of exploitable gaps will increase even further.
âThere, itâs over.â
I lightly poked the middle of Col. Serenaâs chest with the tip of my practice sword. If done for real, it would be a fatal blow that goes straight through the heart. No matter how powerful nobles have become through enhancements, if their heart, which is the center of the circulatory system, gets destroyed, their deaths would be inevitable. But it seems some nobles actually go so far as to transplant a second heart into their bodies.
ââ¦â¦â
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âOne more match! I donât accept this!â
âUwaah! Is this really something to cry about!?â
Col. Serena, who was quivering with a bright red face, kinda looked cute. But with the practice sword in her hand, the resulting image was a lot more violent than cute. Our swords were made of blunt reinforced resin, so itâs not like theyâre able to cut, but they still hurt like heck when you get hit by them. Thatâs why I didnât hold back at all. Absolutely.
âIsnât it strange!? Thereâs definitely something wrong with you, right!? Why did I lose to such a slow sword!?â
âNow, now. Donât say that, Colonel. I personally think the results speak for themselves.â
When asked whether I was cheating or not, I couldnât actually deny it, so I just ignored the question. Itâs not like Iâm lying yâknow. Iâm just not telling her the truth.
âIâm not convinced! One more match! One more match!â
Col. Serena stomped her feet and swung her sword in a tantrum. Sheâs just like a child!
âYouâre gonna end up crying again yâknow? Youâre gonna owe me one, okay?â
âGununuâ¦â¦ Understood! Iâll be in your debt! En garde!â
In the end, I just gave up after about five more matches. I won every match, but my stamina wasnât gonna hold out much longer.
âRunning away after winning is unfair! I think itâs very unfair!â
âAs if Iâd go along with your whims any longer than this! Weâve fought seven matches already dammit! Itâs enough, right?â
After saying so, I held my swords in a reverse grip. It was a sign that I wasnât willing to continue anymore.
Col. Serena seemed to be still full of energy, but I was already exhausted. Close combat using swords really takes a toll on your mental strength and concentration. Perhaps Col. Serena was gradually getting used to my movements because I had to breathe in and slow down time a lot more frequently in the second half of our matches. Iâve only ever used the ability this frequently during my matches with Mei. Well, unlike the matches with Mei, I wasnât vomiting blood every few moments, so it was a lot easier to deal with Col. Serena.
âThis is the first time Iâve been humiliated like thisâ¦â¦â
âHumiliatedâ¦â¦? This is just a spar, right?â
âThereâs nobody who beat me seven times in a row during all my previous spars!â
âI seeâ¦â¦ Do I need to take responsibility or something?â
âMu-! I havenât said anything of the sort you know!?â
Col. Serenaâs face turned bright red as she pointed the tip of her practice sword toward me. Oh, no, no, no. I wonât resist maâam. Iâm firmly against violence. I sandwiched my practice swords inside my armpits and raised both hands as a sign of surrender.
âThey should have completed recording our motion data. Weâre done here then. Letâs pack up!â
âIâm gonna ask you for a spar again next time I have the chanceâ¦â¦â
âAh, yes, yes. Next time, alright?â
Under Col. Serenaâs heated gaze as she trembled due to a sense of humiliation, I headed to the shelf installed near the wall to place the practice swords back. Somehow, I feel like Col. Serena was even more set on me compared to before thoughâ¦â¦ Is this the so-called force majeure? Is it? Fine, letâs just think of it that way. It feels like my tendency to attract trouble reared its ugly head again, but itâs probably just my imagination. Yeah, Iâm sure thatâs it. I decided not to dwell on it any longer.