"This child..."
"Her skin is much thicker than you imagine."
"..."
Hearing Heimdall's words,
Kirukiru Amou also loosened up her wrists, which let out a series of crisp cracking sounds.
"If you're only worried about hurting me,"
"then there's no need."
"Just come at me with everything you've got."
"If I die,"
"it only proves that I was nothing more than this."
"..."
At this point,
the fighting spirit constantly rising from Kirukiru Amou's body had already pressed forward like something tangible.
—A pure, undisguised desire for battle.
"Since you have such resolve,"
hearing this,
Ryu took a deep breath.
She gently leaned the broom in her hand against the wall.
Then,
she untied the strings of her apron, folded the white apron stained with black soot, and placed it on a nearby chair.
"Since Lord Kami and you are both so insistent,"
"then..."
"I will suppress my Level"
"to act as your opponent."
...
And so,
in the center of the hall,
the two faced off.
The others had already retreated to the edges of the hall, leaving the space to the two of them.
Even Tsubaki
was now leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed, watching with great interest.
Although she didn't know Ryu's background,
however,
she recognized that the clothes Ryu was wearing were the employee uniform of The Hostess of Fertility.
...
"Aren't you going to use a weapon?"
Ryu looked at Kirukiru Amou, who was still empty-handed, and frowned slightly.
"No need."
"These are my weapons."
Kirukiru Amou shook her head coldly.
Her long, straight black hair swayed gently with the movement.
She pressed her five fingers together and straightened them.
"This is my weapon."
"For me,"
"as long as I wish,"
"any part of my body is sharper and harder than any blade."
"?"
The body is a weapon?
What is this?
Martial arts?
But isn't this a bit too overconfident?
Ryu frowned slightly.
Although a Level 1 newcomer who could reach the 12th floor of the Dungeon in a single day would surely have some skills,
to actually be so arrogant as to not use a weapon against her?
Was she looking down on her?
A trace of slight anger rose in Ryu's heart.
In that case,
she would let this girl suffer a little and learn that there is always someone better.
"Please be careful!"
With a low shout,
Ryu moved.
Even without using magic and even while deliberately suppressing her speed,
her physical prowess was still as fast as lightning.
With just a simple thrust,
her palm, with fingers joined like a blade, had already sliced toward Kirukiru Amou's face,
aiming straight for the side of the neck.
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