The wooden thrusting sword body traced straight lines, sweeping toward various parts of Aoto's body.
Perhaps it was out of fear of hurting Aoto, Elodie targeted places like Aoto's upper arms and thighs, areas with more flesh where being hit wouldn't hurt.
However, Elodie's concerns were evidently unnecessary.
Elodie's movements were indeed graceful, her sword paths steady, and her mastery of swordsmanship techniques was quite impressive.
But after all, she was just a 12-year-old girl.
Children at this age haven't fully developed physically; lacking strength and speed.
Restricted by physical limitations, Elodie naturally couldn't launch attacks that posed a significant threat to Aoto.
In short—there was no chance whatsoever that Elodie's thrusting sword could hit Aoto.
Even dragging a body that hadn't slept for days and was extremely fatigued, Aoto could easily evade Elodie's attacks.
Without even blinking, Aoto casually retreated two steps back, avoiding Elodie's thrust.
