Just focused on dealing with Aoto's Scythe Weasel, promptly leaned their body back, narrowly dodging Mukiwa's kicking leg.
The hard flat sole of the wooden clogs brushed against the chest of the Scythe Weasel... making the chest burn with pain.
"Tsk...! Damn it!" Scythe Weasel clicked their tongue forcefully... Their previous composure was gone.
They glanced at Mukiwa beside them and then retracted their gaze, focusing most of their attention on Aoto.
Scythe Weasel's heart beat like an alarm, a chilling sensation raced from their feet to the top of their head... their intuition told them: Compared to the red-clothed girl using fists and kicks, this suddenly bizarre swordsman was their greatest foe now!
"Uuwaaaaaaah!"
Screaming unwillingly, Scythe Weasel launched a fierce attack on Aoto, swinging their sword at high speed, the tip falling on Aoto like raindrops from a storm.
