These tiny burrs would not matter much under normal circumstances, but they mattered to me. If I ended up fighting at close range, I would
definitely activate bullet time. In bullet
time, the blade could move faster than sound. Any tiny burr on its edge would become a fatal
weakness.
A truly good blade would never have a burr visible to the naked eye along its edge.
Perhaps Wu San had forged it in a hurry and had not carefully cleaned the burrs from the tip of the blade. There was still
a tiny bit left, so I was
smoothing it down with my knife.
I looked down at the three pairs of feet before me. Two pairs had already turned away, but the black, fur-trimmed
snow boots still faced me.
They were Ning Jing's boots.
"Could you... look up?"
The other two pairs of shoes had turned and started toward the city gate. Everyone else was focused on the gate. At
that moment, only two people were watching me. One was the wild wolf, glancing at me from a distance. The other was Ning Jing,
standing right in front of me.
"I'm... not good-looking..."
I stumbled over the words. My hand paused on the knife, then went back to polishing the blade. I tried not to show the slightest hint of panic.
"This isn't about whether you're good-looking. Don't you think looking at someone when you speak to them is a matter of respect?"
Ning Jing's voice came again. Then she took a step forward. She had not been far away to begin with, and that single step
brought her right up to me. Her
boots were directly in front of my eyes.
"..."
What do I do? What should I say!?
Has Ning Jing figured something out!?
My