Women Only Affect the Speed at Which I Draw My Sword

Inside the departure hall of Fuyuki International Airport, crowds surged.

Beneath the towering glass dome, soft natural light spilled across the polished marble floor, reflecting the silhouettes of hurried travelers.

Duty-free shops and cafés lined the surroundings, while the air carried the aroma of freshly ground coffee and the soft clatter of suitcase wheels.

Display screens hung from the pillars, updating flight information in real time.

A crisp notification chime cut through the noise—the prelude to an airport announcement.

Then a clear, professional female voice sounded out, first making the announcement in Japanese before switching to fluent English:

"Ladies..."