Her pretty face was frosted over, murderous intent blazing in her bright almond eyes.
As for that shy, timid look from earlier, Katsuki deeply suspected he had damaged his brain in the fall. Otherwise, how could he have imagined such an illusion?
Words spoken were like water spilled—they could never be taken back. Though he bitterly regretted that thoughtless remark, regret was clearly useless now. Looking at the Wakizashi flashing with cold light, Katsuki truly understood what it meant for disaster to come from one's mouth—
"Katsuki, Otome, are you two all right?"
Nawaki's voice came from above. Compared to Katsuki's unfortunate accident, his luck and character seemed sturdier. Though he too had failed to leap across the deep ravine, he had at least managed to cling to the cliff wall instead of getting kicked down.
The violently trembling earth gradually settled, and only once Nawaki could stand steadily on the steep rock wall did he have time to worry about the two who had fallen.
He raced all the way down along the rock face, shouting loudly as he went. Only after seeing that Katsuki and Otome were unharmed did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
From the moment you drew your blade, death began following close behind you. There was no absolutely safe battle with a zero death rate in this world. Countless unlucky people had died in all kinds of simulated battles, and there would never be any shortage of them, whether in the past or the future.
"It's good that you're all right, but Teacher Dan really went too far this time."
Nawaki could not help complaining. Looking at the massive fissure, more than thirty meters wide, with its bottom hidden in darkness, all three broke out in a cold sweat.
Exactly!
That was right.