Ascension

"Lord Earl's swordsmanship... truly..." Shido found it unbelievable as well. "I've never seen swordsmanship like this..."

"Efficient and practical." Lainaret let out a breath. He had several wounds on him too, but the Cruzian imperial prince showed none of the affected mannerisms of nobility. Instead, he looked more like a qualified warrior. With a stern expression, he said, "Though it's somewhat crude, with none of the bearing of a noble."

"This swordsmanship was practically born for the sole purpose of defeating one's opponent..." Shido murmured to herself.

"Swordsmanship was originally the art of killing. A sword is a weapon for killing." The Little Prince said nothing, but suddenly recalled what his elder sister had once told him. "Your teacher's swordsmanship wasn't even derived from the killing arts of the battlefield. It was swordsmanship meant to end fights cleanly and decisively. That's why it flows so naturally, without the slightest excess motion. I'm curious, too—what kind of environment could have given rise to swordsmanship like this?"

This was the player's way of fighting.

It did not seek to finish everything in a single blow, but once it seized an opportunity, it pressed the attack relentlessly, unleashing the greatest possible burst of power. Taking a few minor wounds was irrelevant.

Veronica was watching the battlefield as well. She had initially thought Brando would be drawn into a bitter struggle and had decided to rush over and support him the moment he could no longer hold out. But she had never expected that Brando would not only avoid a bitter struggle, but actually gain the upper hand. A trace of disbelief flickered in her blue-green eyes. Within her gaze, Brando darted between pipes of varying heights, using the terrain and those strange machines to maneuver around his enemies. He always launched attacks in