"Kotarou! Throw it back, quick!"
Musashi hurriedly called out to Kotarou.
This kind of sneak attack could only work once—and it had failed, at that. Once the enemy was on guard, it would never work again. What a shame.
If it had landed, they might really have been able to take out one Heroic Spirit Swordmaster in a single blow.
"Yes!"
Kotarou had been startled as well. He quickly leaped over, picked up Myojin-giri Muramasa, and threw it back toward Musashi.
"Shinmen Musashi. What a reckless woman!"
Assassin Paraiso gritted her teeth, not knowing what to say.
She had actually thrown a swordsman's life around like a kunai or shuriken. Was there any tactic more unreasonable than that?
The crucial part was—she had nearly been struck and killed by such an attack. She could feel it: the aura emanating from that blade was capable of severing Karma. It was the greatest possible counter to Heroic Spirit Swordmasters like them.
"Next time, you could try attacking from above—excuse me, Princess. Please come down."
Sakumura gently set Kiyohime on the ground beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, then spoke to Miyamoto Musashi.
"Mm... I'd like to, but Mr. Sakumura, your jumping ability is something ordinary people simply can't imitate. That's an innate physical advantage."
The greatest requirement of Sakumura's Hundred Birds Style was jumping ability, and Musashi did not possess that kind of leap.
"Musashi's throws are already remarkably accurate. But that thief's martial skill seems rather terrifying as well."
"At the very least, my naginata and flammable water would likely be unable to do anything to her."
"Lady Kiyohime, come over here quickly."
Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled Kiyohime back with a wry smile.
Naginata and flammable water? Heroic Spirit Swordmasters definitely would not be shaken by something like that.
Come to think of it, why