Your Blade Is Nice. It's Mine Now!

Fujino watched Nishikawa Taiga charge at him without the slightest hint of panic.

He even felt a little like yawning.

In his eyes, Nishikawa Taiga's movements were perfectly clear, and he could easily predict the direction of every slash.

As one of Conan World's top combatants, he really could not muster much interest in this sort of opponent.

By his estimation, this guy's combat ability was probably around B+?

About a little stronger than that kid Hattori Heiji, but not by much. He was not even half as strong as Okita Soji.

Honestly, making him fight someone like this was basically fishing in a barrel.

Fujino shifted his feet slightly, his figure flashing as he effortlessly dodged the long blade slashing toward him.

Seeing his attack miss, Nishikawa Taiga immediately turned around. His left-hand short sword followed up, slashing at Fujino's abdomen.

Fujino silently watched the incoming short sword, narrowing his eyes slightly. He twisted his wrist, pulled Kikuchiyo up in a reverse grip, and raised it.

With a clear metallic clang, the two blades collided, throwing up a spark.

Kikuchiyo's blade remained completely undamaged.

However, a shallow nick appeared along the edge of the short sword.

The moment the short sword was blocked, Nishikawa Taiga's next combination attack followed right after.

He flipped his long sword, braced the short sword with his left hand, and viciously chopped at Fujino's neck with his right.

Martial arts and swordsmanship were basically like this: exchanging moves and countering moves. You made a move, and I had a way to neutralize it. If I counterattacked and you could not break it, then you got cut.

A lot of people misunderstood martial arts. They thought that learning them made someone incredibly powerful, capable of plucking leaves from the air and turning flowers into weapons.