Mordred rested the Rebellious Sword on her shoulder and glared fiercely at the purple-haired woman not far away. "Or are you saying... you intend to become my opponent yourself?!"
She had not underestimated the purple-haired woman by the river too much. Although she looked incredibly delicate, as if one punch would make her cry for a long time, the sudden attack unleashed by her Mystic Eyes of Death Perception earlier was not to be underestimated.
At the very least, this long-haired purple woman... was no ordinary magus.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not your opponent."
Asagami Fujino shook her head slightly, then covered her lips and chuckled. "However, your next opponent will be very interesting. You could say... she's something of an elder of yours."
"Huh... An elder? What do you mean by that?!"
Mordred's expression changed. She quickly developed a bad feeling. If there were any elders in this era, they probably had some connection to that woman, Aozaki Touko.
And it might even be... a very beautiful woman.
"This?"
Asagami Fujino smiled with pursed lips and turned her gaze aside.
Under the riverside streetlights, an extraordinarily beautiful girl in a cherry-red kimono and shoulder-length hair walked over leisurely. Her bearing possessed the liveliness of a boy, yet also carried a strange gentleness.
"I'll go easy on you... after all, you're my elder."
She drew the short sword from her waist, a provocative smile appearing on her face.
She was not merely speaking empty words. This time, she had no intention of using the special nature of her Mystic Eyes of Death Perception and the information gap to ambush and kill Mordred. More than anything, she wanted to experience the joy of battle.
As for losing the battle... that would simply mean returning to her main body.
This body, constructed