That night, how Annie dealt with the last remaining Abyssal, Isley of the South, remained unknown for the time being.
"..."
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Anyway, the next day at noon, as the increasingly blazing sun shone down on the seemingly peaceful town, Annie had little trouble finding a certain energetic young man practicing his swordsmanship at an abandoned farm outside town, along with a young woman beside him who looked very sweet and demure.
"Ha!"
"Hyah!"
At that moment, in a clearing at the abandoned farm where the weeds had been trampled flat, the energetic young man was diligently practicing with his sword. His strikes were fierce, his movements nimble, and he knew when to advance and retreat—he even looked a little like a master swordsman.
Of course, that master-swordsman impression was only slight. It was just an exaggerated way of putting it, so there was no need to take it too seriously.
Anyway!
In Annie's eyes, his third-rate skills were far inferior even to the worst Claymore she'd ever seen: Galatea, who would burst into tears at the slightest smack on the bottom.
In fact, he was nowhere near as good as even Uncle Gak and the other ordinary veteran soldiers.
If he wanted to reach the point where he could slay ordinary Yoma by training like that, he'd have a tough time of it. He could forget about it for at least another eight or ten years.
Of course, none of that mattered. Annie hadn't come here to see him today, but that didn't stop her from going over to say hello.
"Hi~!"
(▽)
"Laki, are you doing okay?"
(*^▽^*)
After getting a general idea of the situation and seeing what he was doing here, Annie felt rather indignant. He'd left the North for the South for no good reason