In that moment just now, I'd actually been able to judge the bullets' trajectories. I'd even swung my sword fast enough to keep up with the instant the bullets were fired.
In other words, in that state, every swing of Kiku Ichimonji had matched the frequency of Gun Nine pulling the trigger.
How long did it take to pull the trigger?
0.1 seconds?
How long was the interval?
0.2 seconds?
Gun Nine was skilled with firearms. His trigger finger was fast, if anything. In other words, each swing of Kiku Ichimonji took me only about 0.3 seconds.
The key was that I could aim the blade precisely at the bullets. That was the hardest part. Any A-class evolver should be able to swing a blade a little faster, but cutting through bullets... wasn't so simple.
The point was, no one could see the bullets' trajectories.
"Before... what... was I... like?"
My ragged breathing gradually eased. Now that I'd calmed down a little, I began to doubt myself.
Those inhuman movements had actually been mine.
Although the burst of speed had lasted only a second or two, I was still exhausted. But... at least I wasn't about to pass out. At most, it felt like I'd just gone for a long run.
I crunched the candy in my mouth and swallowed it, then, still unsatisfied, took out a chocolate bar and kept eating.
The hunger in my stomach eased a little. Nearly half an hour had passed, and I felt like I'd fully recovered.
I stood up and checked my injuries. I only had a few small cuts on my calves and arms, nothing serious.
I brushed the dust off myself, turned, and hurried along the narrow path through the alley. My two guns were ready for action at any moment.