I should have grown stronger...
But why did I feel even greater pressure than before—enough to inspire fear?
What exactly had changed?
After only two exchanges, Neferpitou had confirmed that something was completely different from before.
Had the roles of hunter and prey been switched?
No.
What had changed was the combat stance this human displayed—
Looking down on her from above?
No, that was not it either.
It was a calmness without a single ripple, as though victory had already been decided from the instant he made his move.
Less than a month had passed. What, exactly, was the source of this change...?
Neferpitou did not have much time to think.
Because Moyu took the initiative to attack, utterly unlike his passive defense in their previous battle.
"Godspeed: Gun."
The Black Blade became a bolt of black lightning, shooting through the air toward Neferpitou's face.
Perhaps because of that subtle shift in mentality, Neferpitou—who should have considered Godspeed: Gun completely harmless—instinctively tried to dodge, exposing a slight opening.
And just as the Black Blade flew past the right side of her cheek, a hand that appeared out of nowhere seized its hilt.
The owner of that hand was naturally Moyu, who had Teleported over.
However, to maintain the intensity of the battle, Moyu had not used Shadow Clones. Instead, he used a God Script with a Transfer ability attached to it.
As for when he had inscribed the God Script onto the Black Blade, it had been when Neferpitou unleashed her killing intent before passing through the hole in the wall.
Thus, when Neferpitou returned to the scene through the hole, Moyu had controlled the newly Conjured Black Blade to force her back, intending to widen the distance between them and activate the effects of the Transfer God Script.