“You! You’re Crow, aren’t you?!”
Eeeeeeeeeeeek! This lady’s seriously angry!
Hello, everyone! It’s me, Crow.
You know, this season had been particularly hot. Just like the place where I was! It was hot as hell!
Like, we’re talking raging-fire levels of hot! A sea of flames! Everywhere!
It was sweltering in there, but that wasn’t all—oh, no. Not only was I cooking alive, it was hard to breathe, and I was still sore all over.
Did Muramasa care? Of course not. Let’s just barge right into the flaming building.
“Um, Muramasa? I guess you did kind of save Hypno and I got to look cool and everything, but you know... What if I’d died? Would it have killed you to consider that possibility?”
“SOUL! SOUL!”
“Asshole.”
Of course it didn’t listen. It was busy drooling over the redhead in front of us (like, literally, because it wanted to eat her), so yeah. Instead, it just forced me into a valiant fighting stance, eager to have a go at it.
“Tch, no openings. Well-trained, for a greenhorn.”
“Well...” Not really.
The sword was making me do it, all right? I mean, yeah, I’d trained a little, but not elite warrior level like this thing seemed to think! My muscles were at their limit all the time, every time!
Ugh! I wanted to turbo kick that stupid jerk in its sword-face, just once! Infuriating!
“Hmph. That perfect posture, that murderous glint in your eye... I see why Hypno holds you in such high regard.”
Uh, no?! I’m not mad at you, lady! I’m mad at Muramasa!
“Fine by me! That only fuels my fire!”
No! Fire bad! Put it out!
The redhead couldn’t hear my thoughts, obviously, so she just mercilessly slashed right at me!
A flaming sword in her right hand, and a crimson blade in her left— Wait, that’s Dáinsleif! Why’d you go and get stolen, dumbass?!
“Die die diiiiiiie!” the woman shrieked, unleashing a flurry of slashes in my direction.
The flaming blade and the bloodsucking blade alike danced in the air, trying to obliterate me. And to dodge them, Muramasa yet again controlled my body with wild abandon.
Aaaaaaugh! I’m getting dizyyyyy!
I leaped, crouched, backflipped, and spun my way out of her attack range, over and over. And whenever there was an opening, I’d strike, slashing at twice the speed to counter her two blades.
I’m seriously gonna die! These moves are too much! The nausea is killing me! My arms are killing me!
Well, I was always slashing things at crazy speeds, but it really did feel like my arms were gonna get obliterated.
I roared at her. It hurts! Everything hurts!
“Ugh! How is it that you can withstand me?!” Karen shouted.
Despite the unbearable pain, I was actually doing pretty okay fighting her. Hell, I was even pushing her back.
She had two aethereal arms, both possessing incredible power, and she was an amazingly skilled fighter. Still, her movements somehow felt awkward.
“I see. You’re not used to dual-wielding, are you?!” I guessed.
With a grunt, she barely held up Dáinsleif in time to parry a downward slash.