Clang--!
Chidori was drawn from its sheath.
A faint blue glow flashed before him and vanished, as if a line of defense had appeared out of thin air.
Holding the blade horizontally before him, Maud stared intently at Gion several meters away.
She had clearly cut down countless pirates, yet her clothes were spotless, without even a trace of blood.
From the corner of his eye, Maud glanced at the long blade in Gion's hand.
Drip.
Cooling beads of blood fell from the tip of the blade, splashing into tiny flowers of crimson.
This female god of slaughter...
How much time had she needed to rout those pirates who had banded together?
Thirty seconds?
Though they were merely a hastily assembled, undisciplined group, that speed of slaughter was still absurd.
Against an opponent of this level, could he withstand her with his current strength?
Maud tensed every nerve.
Sunny lay across Maud's back, aiming her gun at Gion with her finger resting on the trigger, but she did not pull it recklessly.
Gion ignored the gun muzzle so close to her and instead looked at Chidori, tightly gripped in Maud's hand.
The long blade remained utterly still, its edge angled slightly downward. Its position placed greater emphasis on defense, while still leaving room to attack at any moment.
Though there were still openings to exploit, she...
A faint glimmer flashed through Gion's wine-red eyes.
"This stance doesn't look self-taught, and it certainly isn't something that could be achieved in just a few months."
Although she had already learned this from Wolf Rat's intelligence, she was still inevitably surprised when seeing it with her own eyes.
According to the information available, Ghost Gun had a fondness for collecting famous blades, but his swordsmanship was indeed nothing worth mentioning.
So where had